A/N pardon my french but holy shit you guys, that last chapter helped push this story to over 100 views, the more you read and review this story the more I update so keep it up. I'm really enjoying writing it so far and I can't wait to write more,

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Percy pov 3rd person

8 years later

8 year old percy sat in his mom's cadillac, waiting for her to return. He knew she wasn't going to be happy with him, this was the third time this month she had been called in to the principal's office. The reason was the same as the last two times, some kids messed with Percy or his friends, so he proceeded to beat them to a pulp.

Percy was by no means a bad person he just hated bullies. Unfortunately that hatred had gotten him into a lot of trouble. The problem was that he was so much bigger and stronger than the other kids he fought, that when the fighting was broken up the kids who had fought him looked like they had been run over by a monster truck.

The doctors couldn't believe that he was only 8 years old. He already stood well over 5 feet and was about 150 pounds. His unnatural size and strength made him the target of potential bullies not only at the schools he went to, but also kids from a few grades above him tries to mess with him as well.

His mother returned, saying nothing to him and turning on the car as soon as clipped her seat belt. The silence continued all the way home. It even continued when they entered their apartment on the upper east side of New York. the silence was finally broken when his mother unlocked the door to their apartment, and strode to their little kitchen table, where she sat down and stared at him from across the table, "Percy come here please, we need to talk." the steel in her voice told him that this was going to be bad. So reluctantly he walked over and sat down in the chair opposite of his mother. Sitting down with a sigh he waited for the inevitable lecture that was to follow.

Percy pov 1st person

I sat their waiting. But it never came, looking up I saw that my mom didn't look mad anymore. In fact she looked strangely satisfied. "Aren't you mad at me?." I asked confused,

"No," she replied "In fact i'm actually quite proud of you."

This confused me even more, " why aren't you mad?" I asked,

"Because you remind me of your father when we were your age," she replied, scooting her chair so that she now sat beside me, "what was he like?" she never talked about my father before without me having to pester her for hours, and only a few brief descriptions of the man for my trouble.

"He was big, strong and as brave as a lion," she explained "he was also the most loyal man I knew, always willing to help a friend in need."

I didn't know how to phrase the question I wanted to ask next. I decided that the direct approach was the best option.

"How did dad die?", pain flashed across my mother's face, "that's a story for when you're older. Now go to bed, it's late and you have school tomorrow."

I knew that she wasn't going to answer anymore of my questions. Getting up from the table i made my way towards my bedroom. When I reached my door I turned back around, "mom?" i asked, "yes Percy?" she replied turning around in her chair to face me.

"Could you read me a story? You know like you use to." I asked sheepishly, her mouth curved into a smile, " of course," she said getting up from her chair, "I got these opportunities, soon you'll be too big for me to be telling you stories before bed."

Percy pov 3rd person

The stories were always the same. They were about an ancient race of people called vikings. The vikings were master boat builders, able to make boats that were able to go down shallow streams unlike other boat around at that time, while still being able to stand long voyages on the open sea. Being a very warlike people, the vikings used their boats unique abilities to raid towns and villages that were otherwise unreachable by boat. Their armies were different from others of the time. While there was normal soldiers in the army, they also had special troops known as bear and wolf warriors. These warriors would enter a berserker type rage in the heat of battle, channeling the power of their spirit animal to increase. While in this state they would feel very little pain. Pretty much they were the tanks of the ancient world, sometimes if one of these types of vikings were born with ability to actually turn into their spirit animal if they got angry enough.

Percy pov 1st person

Soon I fell asleep. My head filled with stories of great warriors and the battles they fought.

Once my eyes had fully closed, and my breathing began its usual slow pattern, signifying that I was fast asleep. My mom got up and headed for the door, slowly closing it and going to her own bed to get some much needed rest.

6 years later

I was fourteen and now stood six foot four and weighed well over two hundred pounds. If you looked at me from afar you might think I was a fully grown adult. I even had the beginnings of a beard on my chin. The problem with my large frame was that people at school expected me to act like they did. Doing drugs and skipping school, but that wasn't me. I was a hard working student, never made a scene and always arrived on time. Sure I still had the old fire in me, the one that had gotten me into constant fight over my childhood. But that was when I would be protecting a friend from being picked on, and unfortunately friends were few and far between nowadays. Mostly because my intimidating size made it difficult for people to want to talk to me, even teachers would act nervous around me. Without any friends I became more and more isolated. The bullies took advantage of my isolation, launching barrage after barrage of insults at me during and after school.

This continued for some time. until one day after school some bullies cornered me in an alley on my way home and my life was changed forever.

"Smack," another punch crashed in the side of my head, followed by the laughter of my attacker and his goons. "Come on Percy," he taunted "get up." that last word was followed by another swift punch to the head. I was beginning to lose consciousness, on the ground in a pool of my own blood. Darkness was clouding my vision.

"What are you going to tell your daddy," said the bully "Oh wait you can't because he's dead." he continued laughing.

"He probably died when he saw how ugly you were." laughed one of the goons.

Turning around to high five his friend, my attacker turned his back on me, seething on the ground.

The darkness was replaced with red. I felt something stir deep within me, an anger that had been building up for months,so with clenched fists I got back up to face the bullies, said bullies now noticing that I was no longer on the ground, and probably looking quite crazy with amount bruises and blood I felt on my face, began to slowly back up.

I moved towards the one that had been punching me, "hold on man," he squeaked while backing up, "I was just fooling around."

I picked him up by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. He was shorter then me so I lifted him up, so we were face to face. Looking him dead in the eyes my mouth curved into a smile. It was a smile that belonged to a mad man, what with some of my teeth being broken and my mouth being filled with blood. At this point I was completely consumed by rage, "Joking," I said in a low growl, "I'll show you joking," as I punched him in the face with my free hand. His head slammed into the wall, his nose was now flat and gushing blood, every bone in it was broken.

I wasn't satisfied so I continued punching until my knuckles started bleeding. At this point the bullies face was an unrecognizable mess, his nose was basically gone, the skin around his eyes had swelled to the point that he could no longer open them, one his cheek bones was broken and stuck out of his cheek.

I would have kept going, probably would've killed him but suddenly I felt the cold metal of a gun on the back of my head,

"He's had enough son, you can put him down now." said the cop, he was a big man, about my height with a big bushy moustache. I did what I was told, the bully crashed to the ground in an unmoving heap. The cop cuffed me and led me to the back of his police car, closing the door behind me he made a call on his walkie talkie. "Probably calling an ambulance." I thought to myself.

Hours later I sat in the detainment cell in the police station, "Percy Jackson?" asked a cop, I got up and started walking over to her. "Your mom's here to pick you up." she said opening the door for me.

What followed was a tear filled car ride home. The kid I had beaten to a pulp was still alive, but was going to bedridden for months, due to the severity of the injuries I couldn't get off with a warning, but since I had no criminal history the court had decided that I was to transfer over to Westover Hall. It was a military academy used to straighten out delinquent kids, or at least to keep them off the streets until they turned eighteen at which point they could be sent to an adult prison.

Student stayed at the academy all year round, so I wasn't going to be able to see my mother unless she drove seven hour drive to come see me. When we got home we were both so emotionally drained we went right to bed.

The next day after breakfast, I stood packed and ready to go at the front door of the apartment building. Before I could open the glass doors however my mom had one last thing to give me, "wait Percy," she said, "take this," my handed me a necklace with a wood pendant attached,

"That was given to me by your father on our wedding day."

"I can't this mom," I said handing her back the necklace, "Besides," I continued "it's not like i'm going to get married anytime soon."

She just laughed, "keep it, maybe it will give you good luck," pushing my hand away, "and don't be so sure, your father and I got married around your age, and his before him, and his father's father,and-", "Okay, I get it." I said not wanting to hear anymore about marriage.

She laughed again,"Okay, I won't bug you anymore, now run along your bus is here,"

To call it a school bus was an insult to all other school buses. What had pulled up to the curb in front of me was an old prison bus, with the name Westover Academy painted on the side.

I hugged my mom one last time turned towards the bus and started walking to the open door.

A/N alright finally some action with percy, he's just beginning to scratch the surface of his power. The next chapter will revolve around the first couple chapters of the Titans Curse where Percy will meet some very important people. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to review to tell me how I did and as always thanks.