And here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long, high school sucks, and so does the work load when you're an overachiever who demands to do everything. Hopefully once I get into a routine my updates will be better. Thanks for being awesome and reading!

This chapter has some triggers. Child molestation. It will probably have more the further I get into it, but this is the one for this chapter.

Enjoy!

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Jason knew the moment he closed his eyes that his sleep wasn't to be peaceful, but he was so tired that he decided to risk it.

He'd been having the same dream for weeks now. A month or so before he and Percy had run away, he'd beat up Trey and Gabe. Badly. Their bruises were there for weeks.

While everyone else was delighted, Mr. Connelly had lost it. He was furious with Jason, saying it was all unnecessary violence since he'd had to take Gabe to the ER with a broken nose. He claimed that the police where now going to question his creditability. Jason didn't think that was true, but he'd nodded along and apologized through the man's lecture.

He got whipped with the belt of course, they always did when they got in fights, but he remembered that his back had throbbed so intensely that he'd slept on his stomach for a week.

But that wasn't the part that bothered him. It was the part where Mr. Connelly had yelled at him to go shower and wash the blood off his hands.

He had done it, refusing to let the scolding hot water touch his back. But he hadn't locked the door. Oh, how he wished he'd locked the door. Mr. Connelly had walked in and pulled the curtain back, sending goose bumps across Jason's bare skin.

He knew he was shaking, his eyes were burning but the third POV of one of his worst memories wouldn't blur.

He was forced to watch it. Every single part until the dream changed.

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It was almost three hours before the rain stopped. But Percy had fallen asleep, so he wasn't sure that that was an accurate portrayal of time. He was just guessing. But the storm clouds still lingered, almost fully masking the moon.

It was night now. The day had passed way too quickly. Maybe it was more like five hours.

Jason had also fallen asleep. But he showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. He was curled on his side, his arm serving as a makeshift pillow.

Percy stretched and pulled himself to his feet using the doorknob on the condemned house. For the first time since they'd decided to squat on the porch, he looked inside the windows, for some sign as to why the home was scheduled for demolition.

It looked normal enough, the only piece of furniture visible in the small room being an old couch which appeared to have at one point been white. Percy couldn't see any reason for the place being condemned, with his eyes.

He pulled at the hem of the window and was surprised when it flung open easily. They must not have many problems with keeping people out of legally unsafe homes.

Percy carefully crawled through the window, his wide shoulders and legs barely fitting through. He was careful as he stood up straight, the floorboards creaking. He grimaced; while the floors didn't sound good, he didn't feel any give. He walked through the room and down a narrow hallway that's ceiling got lower as it went along. The walls were a dull grey, the once white paint covered in grey smudges and scratches.

There were two small empty rooms off the hall, and a staircase leading to the top level and a door probably leading to the basement. He decided to go upstairs first.

The stairs made even more noise than the floor and Percy began to worry that the floor might give out. But just as he considered using his brain and turning around before he fell through the floor, he saw a red smear on the wall. He rushed up the few stairs left in the flight and reached out to touch it.

But he withdrew his hand before his fingertips made contact. He knew it wasn't fresh, and if it was blood, he didn't need to touch it.

He examined the rest of the walls in the large hall. From what he could see, it was the only stain. But now he needed to see if there were more. Even though his over active imagination screamed murder over and over again, he knew that it wasn't. It was probably some little kid with a nosebleed.

There were four smaller rooms that were off the hall and another door at the end of the hall. Probably the master bedroom.

He examined each room carefully. There was a nightstand and small cot in one, but besides that, the rooms were completely empty. He found expletives spray painted in one room too, but no more crimson smudges.

He opened the door to what he had thought to be a large bedroom and was surprised to find that it was actually a ladder that led up to the attic.

What he found up there made his blood run cold.

There was yellow caution tape everywhere, but it was police tape. Blood was everywhere, the metallic smell barely masking the obvious stench of ash and gasoline. The scorch marks made a rectangular, making it clear whatever had been burned up here, had been burned over something in an attempt to make less of a mess.

No. Not whatever; whoever. They were sleeping on the porch of some murderer.

Percy's stomach flipped and he barely scrambled off the ladder before doubling over and retching. He gripped one of the ladder's rungs tightly and closed his eyes. He tried to get the scene out of his head, but it was branded into his retinas. His hands were shaky, as were his legs, but he slowly pulled himself back up using the wall.

He didn't even realize he was running until his feet were thudding down the stairs.

He tried to push away the image, but it was persistent.

He ran out of the house so fast he slid on the porch and landed flat on his back, the air rushing from his lungs. He coughed and gagged, trying to focus his mind on the pain lacing up the back of his head and shoulders.

He rolled onto his stomach and felt it revolting again. He dry heaved twice before anything came up.

"Percy?" He looked up at Jason and shakily pulled himself to his knees so he could crawl away from his stomach's previous contents. Jason pulled himself to his feet and knelt beside him as Percy heaved once more.

Percy shook his head and sat down on the drenched ground, feeling the rainwater soaking his legs completely. "In the attic… In the house… You were asleep, so I went looking around and…" He felt his stomach shift again. "We have to get away from this place. Upstairs, someone died."

Jason's face paled. "How do you know?"

"There was dried blood everywhere." He pulled himself to his feet and offered his hand to Jason, who pulled himself up, grimacing. "What's wrong?"

Jason smiled. "Nothing. My legs are just sore for some reason. I'll be fine. Let's go, before either one of us starts up some sort of natural disaster."

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Annabeth walked out in the rain once it began to lighten up. The ground was flooded, enough so that her sneakers were quickly soaked through completely. She frowned as the storm clouds receded. That had to be one of the worst storms these two had ever caused. It had lasted half the day.

Reyna came out behind her with Leo in tow. "I didn't think their powers were that out of control."

Annabeth shook her head. "Neither did I."

"So," Leo says, "What are we doing now?"

Annabeth shrugged her backpack higher on her shoulders. "We're going to go find them."

They set off into the tree line, Annabeth in front, followed by Reyna, with Leo at the back. The trees had water dripping off them like the woods refused to let the storm end so they were simulating their own.

The leaves crunched beneath their feet, but not crisply like the leaves they'd stepped on before the storm. Now they were making a soppy crunch noise.

"I hear something," Reyna whispered softly as she grabbed Annabeth's wrist and held a hand out to Leo.

Just as Annabeth was about to tell her she was crazy, she heard it too.

Loud footsteps. Heavy breathing and grunting.

Leo swore. "Please tell me that's just my imagination."

Reyna shook her head. "It's not. Something's found them."

It was Annabeth's turn to shake her head. "No, something's found us."

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Alright, I know this is short, but I decided you all would rather have a short chapter now, then a longer one much later. School just started for me, and sadly, I haven't had as much time for writing as I hoped. Sorry! Hopefully I'll have more time to write this weekend. I've also been working on a new Teen Wolf story (which I won't be posting until at least this one's done) so my time has been half and half. I know, I know, I'll try to keep my attention on this story. But let me know if any of you at all would be interested in reading a Teen Wolf fic.

Thanks for reading and reviewing!

~Ann