Alright, this is a short, ill-thought-out story of an oc of mine from Kai a son of hypnotists. This little plot takes place three years after the battle of the last Olympian and consequently after the ordeals of Apollo.

In context: Kai is a demigod newly arrived in camp, avenger for his father simon's epidermis who was killed for being extrasensitive to the gods' world and gaining access to the gods' secret passage, Kai seeks revenge, Percy is willing to not let Kai be just another predestined doomed.

Another addendum: kai's hypno powers are also headcanons I invented, there is little information about hypnos and their powers in the pjo.

- You're right. But you can't do anything so I'll give you some advice. - Kai approached Percy with his finger pointed towards his chest, the son of the sea was much taller than him, Kai was tapping below his shoulders, but in compensation Kai's eyes were helpless and full of macabre fulmination of three years being consumed by nightmares. - Go live your life Percy, and when you pass by me just bow your head. He walked out onto the bank, convinced he'd destroyed the remnants of Percy Jackson's kindness, but he felt the little hero's resilient hand on his elbow.

- No. You will not leave here, I will not let you be one more predestined.

- Yes I will. - Kai disentangled himself from Percy's hand and when he heard poseidon's son approaching, he stimulated his brain nerves, easily finding the tissue of his fibers, making his forehead muscles stiffen and stand out, he fell on the grass writhing his eyelids, with his hands gripping the sides of his head, Kai could feel Percy's beams convert to awe at the psychic will of the power of hypnos.

But the comfort of having the glimpse of Percy contorted was short-lived, almost a second later Kai felt a squeak of water on his face that splashed into his nostrils, consuming his senses.

It stunned him, blurring his vision, he felt a gel-like density in his cheeks, with a gasp he felt the chloropaste organelles in his face. Percy had extracted chlorophyll moisture from the trees. Burning seared her skin, acidity reverberating with the resistance of a tsunami.

- You stay. There was a crackle in the trees and the smell of the chlorophyll puddles in the ground consumed the atmosphere, Percy was relentless, fists clenched, gorgon green eyes mirrored with a damnation Kai couldn't recognize, a nerve in his forehead was shriveled into one automatic trembling.

Kai thought of the war stories he'd heard from the campers, about the benefactor Percy Jackson and his drive to save the world. Kai hated that persistence, especially when it came to feeling sorry, he didn't want mercy, he didn't want tears or words spoken and forgotten by a malicious kindness. It didn't matter, percy would be just another name that triggered the adrenaline boost of his power. He stood up, knowing the acidity could hamper his psychic power, but he didn't stop, closed eyes that felt heavy. Your mind doesn't limit boundaries Kai, your cortex, the part that makes you think, is the world of your dreams and your nightmares, it's your world.

No one had ever said that to him, it was his own words, lonely but convinced. He had control, he had his spear, and he would blow Perseus's brains out if he had to.

- It doesn't have to be that way Kai.- Percy was saying from somewhere outside the world, but Kai had disconnected his innate senses from the outside, now he just felt the sensitive functioning of Percy's brain, its release of hormones, the entire system responsible for his behavior, his neural network developing thoughts at incredible speeds, he brushed aside the other brain movements around the camp, and grabbed Percy's, enveloping him quickly, regaling him with the inability to move, he felt when Percy's connection snapped. his movements sending spasms through Kai's own body, he felt as the flaw affected his perception.

you cannot ask for Aphrodite's blessing, if it is not love that you have in your heart. Kai heard the voice of the goddess Nemesis, hot sand being dragged across a sneaky desert.

She was right, in the eyes of the universe as she was right. And Kai wouldn't stop, those bastards had taken his father from him, and he'd pour out his fury at what he did best.

He would think. He would dream. He would have his nightmares. He would be the psychic.

He wanted to inflict that pain, he wanted the severed heads of the gods on the tip of his spear, he wanted to take Simon's memories, the image of his chest being chewed on by Poseidon's horses and nail them somewhere, he wanted to show them.

But what had Percy done? Percy had stopped him from leaving. But hadn't he said it wasn't about the demigods?

If Simon saw him now, close to cracking someone's skull with the power he had cultivated, with his fingers hitched to his head, what would he have said to Kai?

You taught me to dream, Father, but you never taught me to overcome my nightmares, especially when they are the fruit of you. You never taught me to forget. Did you know that I have only been kicked since the last time I saw you? I have only been hit. And maybe at some point I learned to receive only that.

And suddenly those memories of his own cortex blended with the line established by Percy's paralysis, he felt keloids sprouting on his skin, felt the potency of its power scratching his brain walls, but it wasn't bad, although it was painful Kai could feel like thousands of soap bubbles his hundred billion nerve cells, and also felt the adrenaline of rage coursing through each of them. But he could no longer control it, he had lost the range of that resentful fear, and there was only Simon's open chest axeing the rocks, organs oozing out of his gaping belly.

percy jackson vision.

Percy had seen multiple powers in his travels as the nominee of two prophecies, he could probably just be at his old bedroom desk right now with grover deciphering a star code or studying the previous bimester he was teaching in college before the summer. But he was standing there at the edge of the forest witnessing an almost impossibly impotent force of power. It was amazing, he couldn't deny that a fraction of him resisted the urge to close his eyes and disappear, just as he could no longer deny his lie, Percy had looked at Kai and seen the predestined, it was that ironic fury so tricky to maintain, he felt that guilt for the fallen in the Manhattan war. don't look at it, you couldn't do anything else.

Even with muscles stiff as resin he hadn't thought about another war or the worries of Kai being a new initiate of the rebellion, he could only think of the blue glimmer of an overwhelming light emerging from Kai's head, bruises appearing on his skin so fast it was as if they had been bleeding there the whole time, and what was worse, his arm band had come off revealing the reddish rasp of his mutilated skin, Nemesis hadn't been easy on him.

Go back to living your life percy, and when you pass me just keep your head down.

It wasn't tempting, but now Percy had paid to see.

At some point with troubled eyes trying to understand what was happening he felt the stiffness of his paralysis falter, he could move his fingers, he could hear the rubbing of his jaw again, but if he wanted to beat Kai, he couldn't extract any more chlorophyll, he needed a spring water, a culminating water that welled up from within, once Grover had said the spring is your own self Percy, that's why you should never be afraid from here. He pointed to his chest, when percy had told him about his dissatisfaction with the safety of the demigods, when he had dreamed of the heroes luke castellan and ethan nakamura, he had just told grover, he knew no one else would understand him, he needed a guy who could feel his anguish for an empathic link, and he needed the invisible hero who had helped him bear the weight of the world.

He reached for that spring, tried to feel that flow settle, and when it did this time he had been thorough, he saw the waters drawn from his own spring float slowly, he felt them lining his intestinal walls, he even felt a light dampness in the hairs on his chin, Percy was on his feet, still with the trembling traces of paralysis.

The scene that proceeded almost made him break the spring he was producing, the keloids had sprouted in blue welts across his collapsing body as if his throat was letting out unforeseen chokes, his sclera spreading an intense light, Percy felt tingling in his scalp, an urge to condense to something flashed through him, as if his brain wanted to hang onto something, levitate endlessly proposed, and he realized with sudden dread that Kai was doing some kind of brain projection, in a little while he could pull his mind out of every camper's body if he wasn't stopped or worse.

Kai! - He shouted in the desperate attempt that Kai could hear him.

He bounced the waters around Kai's body which was shaking like a broken record, but they broke apart whenever they threatened to get close, the raw light impeded and burned away any element.

Percy would not give up, he had looked into Luke's lost eyes, face and soul pale at his last request, he had noticed Ethan's loose armor the first time he had seen him in the arena, the dusty eye patch, that same shape that radiated everything he could see in Kai, he had also put it into his head that he could do differently.

He would not watch Kai's pyre burn as he had watched Luke castellan and Ethan nakamura's.

Me, ethan, all the unclaimed, don't let it, don't let it happen again.

He transferred the water to the ground which left the vegetation moist, with eagerness he ran it between the plants until it reached Kai's ankles and began to run up his leg, moistening what needed moistening, the water from his own spring was not so different from the water in the sea or the camp lake, but it had Percy's vigor, and the need to use it already explained the influence it had, he lifted it into the air like an avalanche would whirl, but instead it formed a ramp of lively water, while the water at his ankles continued to moisten the rest, until Kai's blouse was soaked, and he felt Kai's power weaken, saw his head hang forward, saw that blue light as predatory as him spiral and evaporate as if Kai was a brain that had lost its "hard drive", though he knew it was unlikely, children of hypnos had minds adapted to the use of their power, but Kai still showed loss of possession.

When kai had threatened to fall, the water ramp had enveloped him, swift in a spin motivated by Percy's days of running his wheels down the ramps of Manhattan. He took care that the water did not become a cutting atom but softened to hold kai's body.

He rested the body on the ground, analyzing the traces left by the brain projection, but the bruises soon closed before they seemed to smile with cruel teeth, satisfied that they had been seen, Percy began to purge the moisture from his body and clothes, Soon the water particles pooled in the air and automatically the particles broke up on Percy, passing through his organs in floods that could not affect them, he felt the squirts like a violent waltz through his gut and rib cage, not limiting his breathing capacity, his vigor returning to where it belonged. It had not been long since he had learned that his circulatory system was like a bay that could not be affected by water, not the water from its source.

He focused for a few minutes on Kai's closed eyes, when he used the spring he felt an overwhelming sovereignty consume him with the power of a tsunami, the insanity of the spring chasing him, urging him to destroy, urging him to cause disaster.

It was extraordinary, an infallible and unique source of water.

A power that didn't need the heroism of prophecies. It was just a uniqueness of Percy Jackson.

When the intensity of the spring receded he checked Kai's pulse on his neck with the immature fear of a boy waiting for a war, and a second later received a grip on his wrist so hard he thought he was being paralyzed again. It was Kai, his hands were steady, his pupils losing their fiery blue, the secondary color of the hypnos God.

- Son of a bitch, big son of a bitch Perseus," he babbled before he could even move, but there was no charge of anger in his voice, it was like an impertinent whisper coming from somewhere from that boy neglected by the gods and thrown into the streams of their selfish impositions.

- Son of a bitch are you.

Kai's chest rose and fell brutally, his sneakers seemed to want to come off his sinews. Kai didn't sit down, but groped his ears and flexed his legs, which seemed to be sore.

He couldn't tell how long he had stood there in that stunned sea, the base of the trunks of vegetation marked with the puddles of chlorophyll, the sky already condensed into the blue and orange of dusk as Kai regained his senses.

Percy laughed at one point.

- What's so funny?

- Are you all right? - He had sat up, Percy had thought he would jump up and simply retreat into the forest, but he could see from the dark circles under his eyes and the slumped shoulders that Kai was tired, he was just proud, it had not been in vain that he had been lying on the ground for a considerable time.

That slowness interjected with speed that Percy felt every time he used his power was fading, though the disasters of his attempts with Kai, and Chiron's concern for his predestined one, he felt convinced of that strength, Kai looked no better or worse than before, trying to find a way around the camp, trying to fit in at the hypnos cottage.

- Why? - He asked, Percy couldn't see Kai's face, his face was retracted to the other side, his palm holding the elbow of his torn arm. He felt exposed. Percy thought.

- Why what?

- Why stop me. Why is it hard for you to close your eyes and sleep for this.

Because once I discovered that my eyes were closed, and then I witnessed a tide of pyres burning on top of this hill and inside this forest. Why did I also have nightmares Kai, they were one of my biggest monsters, why did I promise someone that I would never let it happen again.

But could I? or were they just failed attempts at the guilt I had cultivated?

He didn't like to admit it, but a part of Percy had tried to find that ease, if Kai was simply an impressionable boy looking for the comfort of a friend, asking for it.

But he wasn't like that, Kai had learned to repudiate comfort as much as he had learned to repudiate heroes. He wanted to be sincere.

- After a few years I thought I could take care of these cases, I promised an old friend, but this torments Kai. When Luke died he made me a request, a last request. - He seemed to swallow nails, and when kai made mention to speak he continued.

- not let other demigods take that same path through the necessity of abandonment, you asked me why it's hard to close my eyes, I feel burdened every time, after the battle of Manhattan I dreamed of him whispering that last request, and sometimes I feel that this burden is still a monster that leaves me exhausted even when I haven't done anything, and when I look at you I see the same figure shaped by the condemnation of the gods. But I also thought it might be easier, a naive boy looking for a corner to feel at home. I sort of failed.

There was an uneasy silence. Percy wondered what it would be worth, if he could let these conflicts take their own pace in their nascent, but at least he had been sincere. He cracked a smile as he felt a sudden chill wrap around that feeling of anguish, enveloping him, and spreading a sap-scented comfort as invisible words were projected, ultra-philosophical words coming from the second source of power he knew as well as he could manipulate water, it was Grover signaling through the empathic Link. Thank you, plant boy.

- You're right.

Percy hadn't turned his face yet, but he could feel Kai's eyes.

- Do you admit that I failed?

- I admit that you need to let me go.

That admission made his chest feel like a mass ready to be ripped open by a razor, four wheels running over his chest, an uninjected incision.

Let it go, let this weight go.

Minutes passed and Percy realized that he hadn't said anything.

- You know, I'm not a boy looking for a home, I stopped trying long ago. - The words seemed to die on his lips before Kai could say them.

After a while he said - I close my eyes and all I can see is him, every day for the last three years I have only had dreams about him, and I can never stop running forward no matter how much every nerve in me wants to go back to him, I stopped trying to look for poppies. - Poppies, the sleeping flowers of hypnos.

Percy finally mustered the courage he needed to face him, his ears were red, his jaw line tense, his fists retracting whatever threatened to drain from his eyes.

- Anger is the only thing I can feel, there is nothing else worth showing right now.

- Where do you intend to find them? The Poseidon horses?

- Why would I tell you? You would probably play the hero of the camp and go after me, save the poor boy from the clutches of despair. I pass Perseu.

- It's Perseus. And I'm a hero, I'm a very angry hero Kai.

- I know.

- There are pegasi around the camp did you know that?

It wasn't this line of pegasus that killed Simon, otherwise it would have killed them long ago, it was the kin of the pegasus. - Percy knew about the other line of Poseidon's horses, but they never showed up, they were confidential dispatches from the master of the sea, although Percy had never seen one of them, they didn't usually fly without the permission of their God.

- What do they look like? - he dared to ask.

- Killer loins. Green the color of vomit, fetid mane, smells like rotten seaweed, insane eyes, and an archery bigger than anything I have seen, the teeth seem to be made of sharp pearl.

- and how do you intend to finish them off?

- Just like the original pegasus they live a long life. But unlike them they are carnivores and never clean themselves, but what makes it easier is that I know there aren't many of them, maybe five or six. Four attacked Simon that day.

- And how did he find this out?

- One horse was enough to kill Simon, but he also wanted to make sure he killed me because I could interfere with his death, he knew I might have enough power to stop me from a horse even though I had found out I was a demigod that day, he sent the four to kill me because he knew I was powerful enough to stop them from disemboweling my father, most probably there aren't more than that many in the fleet, these horses are like his particular unit, and the winged carnivores are usually used for conflict, how do I know that? my father and I were a serious conflict for them.

- So that's it? you go after the horses and simply kill them, and what do you get out of it?

- The wrath of the gods, as they aroused mine. You think Poseidon won't feel anger when I kill his special fleet of sons of bitches? - said Kai.

- It would be too much, and it could cost you dear Kai.

- Whatever it costs, I have nothing to lose, Percy Jackson.

He said it as if he was prepared for that destruction, longing for that repudiation. There was hatred scrawled in his eyes. Percy felt the sorrowful chlorophyll oozing into his plant cell, even the woods seemed to be able to feel that revulsion. That grotesque anger that leavened Kai's nightmares.

Percy became restless enough to draw raw sap involuntarily from the roots of the plants.

Wrath. Anger is his mortal flaw. And the wrath of a son of hypnos with hypnic power is deadlier still. Percy thought.

- But I have to lose. I have a lot to lose, Kai.

- So you need to stop caring about everyone, and bite yourself every time there's a dead demigod on the field? You're so fucking screwed.

As if Percy didn't know.

Are you going to try to stop me again? - Kai asked, and Percy could already feel the tingling in his scalp.

- Let me go with you. Let me be what I want to be.

- Tell me another. That's my risk, not yours.

- Then let me take that risk too, Kai, I'm good at it.

- Why? It's a difficult hunt, I don't want any remorse.

- Would you feel remorse for me? - Percy remembered when he had seen Kai fighting Hypnos, raising the spear he had nicknamed the six dreams, insane features and blows that dared to hurt the God opponent. But Percy had also recognized his desolate look when Hypnos left, had recognized that nanosecond of despair, he had been as bruised as the rotten strawberries left over from the strawberry field, while he had the last vision of his golden cloak becoming a lost glimpse.

- It's easier when no one minds their own business, you're so fucking complicated Perseu, no one has ever asked me not to go.

- Go. - Percy heard himself say it in the gentle silence, only that magnitude of power vibrations passing through their bodies, he tried to find some familiarity in the sky, tried to let that guilt spill out along with the raw sap, but he still looked into Luke's ruined eyes, still looked at the bodies of the unclaimed.

- Release that anger Percy. - Kai stood up, spitting into his hands and then rubbing his palms on his shorts, with a heel flick the spear of the six dreams extended, the dangle of his sneaker disappearing and taking the form of a lengthened staff so deep blue it looked like a midnight sea. - Let's fight one last time.