Title: Born to Kill and Die

Universe / Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus

Summary: When Percy is only two years old, a drunk Gabe Ugliano kills Sally and when he sobs up, Percy is found crying in his crib. Gabe puts him in the car, determined to leave Percy at an orphanage when he decides to stop for a burger at a statue place. After Medusa turned Gabe into stone, he hears Percy crying even in the car. Although at first he thinks about turning him into a statue, something in the infant's green, terrified eyes manages to sink into his last fiber of humanity. So he decides to keep the little one and take care of him.

Couple(s): I have no idea. Honestly, there will be canon, which I am not used to, but also a lot of anti-canon, yaoi, yuri, slash, brotherhood, everything. Besides, I'm not sure what I want to match our dear Percy with either.

Classification / Genres: m+. Adventure / Action / Drama / Family

Warnings: Yaoi and/or Slash (and anything else that comes to mind in the course of my Machiavellian mind, so you've been warned). Possible scenes with a high degree of violence, sexual content and adult vocabulary. If any part of this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, you'd better leave now, otherwise you're free to read at your own risk. (Although, let's be honest, no one listens to this muahahahaha)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They are the property of their respective creator, Uncle Rick. I only give myself credit for the creation of this story, which is entirely my own. I do not do this for profit, plagiarism or defamation. It is just a recreational form in which I want us all to be able to spend a pleasant time reading n_n

Author's Notes:

EY! It's been a while since I last uploaded a new fic. Only this time it's a small new initiative. I originally publish my stories and fic's in Spanish, but I thought it would be interesting to see how the receptivity would be in other languages. So please support me with your precious Reviews! A review is part of the balanced diet of every good writer n_n

Well, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I hope to be able to count on your support throughout this initiative that occurred to me.

So, ladies, gentlemen, ladies, ladies and other reading lovers, if this is the first time you read something of mine, get ready for a whole emotional roller coaster that you won't get off of in a while... And for those of you who already know me and have experience with my stories... Well, I'll just say: hold on to that chair as if your lives depended on it *insert evil laughter, lightning and background music* n_n!

Preface

In the middle of a long journey, memories are always the first to come to our minds.

And that woman could only think of her little boy: the first time she carried him in her arms in the community hospital ward. Those big, beautiful green eyes that stared at her when she was hungry. Her laugh every time she looked at her mother making funny faces at her. His first birthday, with his face muddy with meringue and frosting. Those were the only thoughts present in his mind during the few seconds it took him to fall from the staircase railing to the floor, where an audible crunch announced that his neck could not withstand the full weight of his body.

Thus, in just an instant Sally Jackson was lying dead in the building's corridor by the stairs. A small cut on her forehead let out a thread of blood that slid down her face like a scarlet tear as her lifeless, glassy eyes watched her husband's hesitant step past her, ignoring her and staggering to the exit of the building.

-Stupid Sally...-Gabe Ugliano was muttering in his ear as he walked down the steps to the sidewalk. All I asked for was a damn plate of food after working all day like a donkey. And that, if he'd had a few cherries with his friends, he was in the clear.

Perhaps if the alcohol had not been clouding his perception, he would have been aware at that moment of what really happened after he slapped his wife. He would probably have been driving his panicked Camaro with the intention of running away from it and not to get something to eat and more beer.

I wasn't even aware of the little figure sleeping peacefully in her baby seat.

Gabe drove his car for at least an hour, until he decided to stop under a neon sign announcing the sale of hamburgers and garden gnomes.

All that was left of that drunken gambler were his remains in solid stone:

-Tsk-For her part Aunt Eme just joked around angrily as she watched the latest addition to her inventory. No one would buy such a piece. The only reason she had turned that stinking mortal to stone, well, that's just it. She would have to scrub the table with lava to get that stinking mortal out of her store.

Only while he was searching in his office for a way to order extra dishwashers the sound of a child crying reached his ears. The gorgon almost jumped for joy: the children were in excellent demand! She only had to leave her office in the back room and follow the sound that came slightly drowned out.

-Woe to the Erebo-Gimió who was frustrated to see that the crying came from the car of that stinking mortal. She put on her dark glasses, took a deep breath and walked straight ahead, trying not to breathe. She reached the back door and quickly opened it to remove the baby seat in the back seat. Great now it would stink up the whole store.

But as she left the baby seat on one of the food tables, she couldn't help but list the potential buyers for a new piece. There were several customers who were always asking for a smaller, "cute" piece.

-Now, I just have to get you to stop crying, you little... cough... -I've never really had an infant this close. It wasn't like he cared beyond the pile of drachmas he was going to win. But the instant the little two-year-old fixed his big eyes on the strange woman with dark glasses in front of him, something stirred inside the creature.

-The little one kept an expectant expression. With his eyes fixed, shining dimly by the neon light and his mouth slightly open. Something very deep, far below all the layers and fibers of the Gorgon began to vibrate. A little bit of her being that had remained renegade in the past under anger and resentment: Medusa. The beautiful woman he had once loved. Who like many had enjoyed the praise and charms of love. The one who once dreamed of getting married. To have a husband who loved her. A home.

A family.

-Oh, my little one..." His voice was a sigh of longing and nostalgia. Then she could feel the little one starting to cry again. He took it gently in his hands, and with the greatest of care glued it to his chest just where his mortal heart once was. I will take care of you.