Hey guys! How's it going? Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! :) I have to be honest. I was rooting for the Atlanta Falcons to win the Super Bowl. It's a shame that the Patriits won in overtime. I hate the Patriots, in all honesty, even though my boyfriend, best friend, and practically everyone I know is a major Patriots fan. That's probably the one thing my boyfriend and I "argue" about: football teams. He doesn't get how I like the NY Giants and the Chicago Bears (both of which have beaten the Patriots in at least one Super Bowl) and I don't get how he likes the Patriots. Especially after Tom Brady's Deflate Gate scandal. (lol) Anyways, enough sports. Let's get on with the story! After all, that's what we're all here for, right? So I own nothing, but please enjoy this chapter! :)

Zoë's POV (Recap only)

I saw his mouth open and close for a moment. Then he finally spit out, "I'm a monster." He was looking at the man the liquid most likely came from. "I have to go."

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Percy's POV

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I thought I could control it but... The scene in the crashed air craft proved I couldn't. Even when I thought everything was under my own control...

"I cant even trust myself," I breathed out loud, taking in the cool air of the balcony I had teleported to. This time, I made sure I locked every door and window. To prevent any further invasion, I used what powers I could control to create a magical force field around the entire balcony. No one could teleport in or even get in without my permission, and I wasn't giving that to anyone.

I can just stay here forever and never hurt anyone else again.

Stop being such a prissy, my mind spat. If you lose control again, everyone is going to get hurt. Evil you won't listen to normal you.

As much as I hated to admit it, I had a point.

But what was I supposed to do? Like I had told myself, I'm just a prissy.

If I could, I think my brain would've sighed and rolled it's eyes. You train yourself, idiot. You learn to control yourself and your powers. Whatever Luke and Chaos are trying to tell you isn't working. Only you know yourself.

The he point was driven further by the fact that I was literally getting advice from myself. Is this considered talking to myself if it all happens in my head? And is it considered listening to voices if the voices are my own?

I took a brief moment to mourn the loss of my sanity. It would be dearly missed, more so by others than by myself.

What was left of my rationality told me that I had to start training myself, now, while I was alone and unable to hurt people.

I didn't want to listen to the voice in my head, but I figured that it wouldn't hurt. My sanity had already passed, so I guess hearing and listening to voices wasn't too far in the future anyways.

"Ok!" I said to myself, trying to should more cheerful and energized than I actually felt. Although why, I'm not sure. Maybe if I sounded cheerful externally, it would convince my brain to get with the program and be happy too? How am I supposed to know? I'm sure I'm a certifiable madman.

"Time to train... For life!" I finished enthusiastically, not quite sure what exactly I was training for, but knowing that I had to train to control these god awful powers I was given.

"But how do I train?" I mused out loud. "Attempt to blast plants? Listen to a soundtrack of things that enrage me and try not to destroy it?" I pondered it a moment more before grinning to myself. "It's as good a plan as any!"

After i set up a line of potted plants, I concentrated on my heart beat. If I'm trying to control my dark powers, that's as good a place as any to start, right?

Turns out, that was an excellent place to start. I concentrated, and the voices in my head stilled for a moment, leaving me incredibly lonely. But before I could break my concentration and return my invisible friends, a bolt of electricity shot from my hands.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I watched the bolt of lightning shoot from my hands and destroy a potted plant a few yards away. As the ceramics lay sizzling on the ground, I gaped at the destruction I had caused.

"Geez..." I breathed, in awe. I had done that? And I wasn't even properly self-trained yet!

By the end of the day (or what I deemed the end of the day), I had destroyed nearly every pot. My aim had improved from hoping to hit something (anything) to getting the right shot nearly every time.

I left the broken ceramic chunks to lay on the ground. Using some basic Chaos powers of creation, I conjured up a pillow and blanket for myself. I could rough it up, but I figured I needed to work on my Chaos powers too, so why not get a little practice in?

I found myself a nice flat ledge to sleep on. With the pillow under my head and my blanket to cover most of my body, I curled up to sleep off the exhaustion of the first day of self-training. I had a busy week or so ahead of me.

Hey guys! Ok, next chapter is Friday. Regular 4 day update. See you then! :) Keep being awesome, until then, okay? ;)