A small boy the same age as young Harry screamed in pain as his step-fathers friend finished with him and pulled away.

"Hurry up, the brats mother will be home soon, and I want some myself." A balding man grunted from the door way of the bedroom.

"Well, he is good and tight. Just stop him screaming and you would get a good price for him." The stranger cackled, while staring at the broken boy on the bed.

"Excellent the boy might as well be good for something." The greedy obese man grinned.

A sudden and terrible fear filled the child this was going to be happening much more often. This was worse than the doctors and the needles. Wirse than the monsters that come for him at school and on the streets.

"What's his name?"

"Percy Jackson"

"Too plain...call him siren."

~Time skip, 3 years.~

The child sobbed slightly as the new stranger left the room. It hurt so bad. Why did nobody helped him? He has been praying so hard! No one ever answers. The young child pulled himself to his feet and started getting dressed.

This had been going on for years but his mother still hadn't noticed. The siren's eyes glowed a vicious green and hatred filled him as he thought of his useless mother. She was supposed to protect him. He thought bitterly to himself, before giggling hysterically.

The doctors and psychiatrists who tried to help the boy, were making him lose his grip on reality, he saw monsters everywhere now. They came into his room and hurt him over and over again. All while moaning in pleasure. His step-father became one of those monsters. So did Mr Mich from school, he always took Mary Song to his office and she always came out crying and grimacing.

"Percy Darling, it's time for you to take you pills." A tired looking woman announced a few hours later, completely oblivious to her sons hateful glare.

"M-mama, I d-don't want-t t-to take the p-pills." He whined his skin looking paler that usual. A side-affect of the continuous use of the useless pills was an incurable stutter as a part of his brain was permanently damaged.

Sally Jackson sighed angrily at her only sons timeless arguments.

"Well if you just got better you wouldn't need to take them anymore." She snapped viciously. She turned away not noticing the vivid hatred in her childs eyes. A sickly glow filled his eyes as his mother started chocking. The boy was subconsciously stealing all the liquid from his mothers body until she lay dead on the floor.

Then the child ran.

past his step-father

past the doorman

down the street

and into his future.

oomph

A tall blond teenager stood over the child.

"Hey kid you alright?"

The child looked up and gasped in amazement. This person wasn't a monster! Suddenly he broke down sobbing.

"I-i d-didn't mean t-to, I w-was J-just so an-angry at h-her!" The full consequences of what the child done was shown to him, " I-i J-just suc-cked the l-life r-right out of-f h-her"

The child didn't notice the sad glint that appeared in the teens eyes.

"Hey little raven it's not your fault. My names Luke."

The child peaked up at the angel above him, for that is what he must be if he is not a monster.

"Y-you're n-not a m-monster?" The child breathed in awe. A small smile appearing on his youthful face.

"No, little one i'm not. How 'bout you come with me?"

"K-keep me s-safe?"

"Always"