Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO series (although I wish I did) all of this is the property of Rick Riordan.

Rating: T

Summery: "Mom don't go." He had cried, his words cracked at every syllable that uttered out of his mouth. Because of his mother's murder, Percy Jackson's life is endangered. It's only a matter of time before catch him.. With a terrible foster family, the poor green-eyed boy's childhood is ruined, bullied, battered, bruised... The only person that understands him is Annabeth, defender, best friend, but also... betrayer? Blaming him for the death of her mother and the burning of her house Annabeth refuses to look at him or talk to him anymore. Who said it was Percy who did it? Out of each others's lives when the broken boy runs away, or are they? What if they met at a boarding high school for humans with advanced abilities. Will there love blossom or will it turn to the other direction? All human, first fic! Percabeth! And more pairings

Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews! They really mean a lot to me! Okay, here is chapter two! It is a little shorter than the first but by a little. But trust me it is going to be very important throughout the story. If you have anything to comment or say please inform me. Now without farther notice, HERE's CHAPTER 2!

This story will have three parts:

First Part- When Percy is seven years old, (about three chapters) written from the passed.

Second Part- When Percy is twelve years old, (not determined number of chapters, less than five chapters) written from the passed.

Third Part- When Percy is seventeen, (where the story really takes place) written in the present.

Chapter 2-

it wasn't a dream

Shoot for the moon, even you miss you will land among stars.

Never hold a grudge.

Treat the people the same way you would like to be treated.

Every day do something that scares you...

My mind was overwhelmed by flashbacks of my dear mother telling me those life lessons. She was such a great person, why did she have to leave? I had been there sobbing, crying my eyes out. I may only had been of seven years of age but there was one thing that I understood, I would never ever see my mother again, ever.

It had only been a few minutes but it already felt like ages. It had only been an hour since we were laughing, devouring our ice-cream, now, it felt like a distant memory lost in the darkness. Like a photo, ripped and wrinkled bits lost and torn to shreds, thats how I felt, broken. Who knew that one person could change so much. Not only for me, but for the society to. My mother had been the kindest person ever. She was the light of the neighbourhood, She was my ray of sunshine whilst I was her sun. I was her star and she was my moon. She was my sky and I was her ground. She was my mother and I was her son. I wasn't— and still am not complete without her. Whenever the memory of my mother's dead figure surfaced my subconscious, I shuddered, that was my mommy. I remember that peaceful expression when her life was slowly slipping away from her. I only realized it then, my mother had been hiding something from me. But what?

Finally, after I had ran out of tears to shed a hand was put on my shoulder. I know it was supposed to make me feel better but honestly, it just made it worst. It made me want to punch someone after a storm of tears. What was going to happen to me now? No grandparents, no parents. I had never seen any of my uncles or aunts so I could have only assumed that I didn't have any.

I looked up to see a middle aged lady, possibly younger in her mid thirties. She was tall and had broad shoulders. Hanging over her shoulders was a mop of caramel hair framing her face that looked sympathetically at me. I didn't understand back then that she would be the one to whisk me away to an orphanage where I would wait, patiently for a family to take me in. Although, I hadn't waited too much time...

"Hello Perseus Jackson, my name is Kelly Fuller and I will be your social worker. I'm going to help you find a new family." My first instinct after her sentence was to cringe a the mention of my real name but then it was anger. No one could replace my mom. She was the best person in the whole wide world!

"I don't want another family. I want my mommy." I had stated stubbornly braking in to tears at the end. Who was she to take me away from my mother. But deep down buried under all that stubbornness I knew that I was going to end up doing what she kindly told me to do.

Well, what had I expected? Mopping on the ground was the only thing I thought I would do. The world is a cruel place, whenever you're at your best and you're the least guarded it usually finds a way to slip through and leap at you during your most vulnerable moments.

I started getting used to that feeling of sorrow that entered my system, that terrible feeling of emptiness in your gut.

When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. All I had seen were blurry people. Wiping the hot tears away I looked up from the dead body only to find a crowd of citizens in the apartment staring, looking at everything in the house. They were invading our privacy. I never liked that, the fact that people were touching everything. I felt naked, they were looking at of pictures of my mother and I. I felt like an opened book being toyed by these people, flipping the pages and invading my privacy.

"Any progress?" A tall man asked. "No. Whoever this criminal was he was a damn good one. All I found was a boot mark, stained in the boy's closet. At once they all ran to my room like a horde of starving people only hearing now that there was free food.

A flashback entered my mind, I remember hiding in the attic and hearing heavy footsteps. I was so close of him. If he'd look a bit higher he would've seen it, the small crack on the ceiling with small scared but curious green slits looking down at him. Just the thought of it give me now shivers.

Sitting on the kitchen chair I looked out of the window, it was raining heavily. Did the sky feel the same grief as I? All the lights were turned off. It was an unusual sight to see in Manhattan.

I looked at my mother's body, why did she have to leave? Who would do such a thing? I knew it had a connection with that person that was walking with heavy footsteps.

Kelly helped me take all my belongings, whispering once in a while comforting words. I had learned in the past hours that I would be seeing her in till I was an adult. She was nice enough. I liked her.

"Did you pack everything sweetie?" She had asked tentatively afraid that if she'd talk too loudly I would brake down. I only nodded holding tightly the leather jacket that I had fond in the attic. I could've only supposed that it belonged to my father.

"What d'you got there?" She inquired addressing her question at the jacket slumped over my arm. I shifted my gaze from the floor to the jacket then slowly looking up to find a pair of hazel eyes staring right back at me with an encouraging smile on her oval face. I had to admit, I was jealous, that smile never slipped off her face. She was always happy.

Sensing the bad vibes coming from me she looked at me in the eyes before taking my frail hand in her soft one. She had painted her nails a beautiful crimson, although it looked more scarlet under the darkness of the falling sun outside. My mother never put some makeup or ever tinted her nails with different neon colours. She was pretty just the way she looked.

She rubbed her thumb against my knuckles. "Come on Perseus, you could tell me." She tried but this time I looked and my lips started moving, "Mommy said that we should play hide and seek so I said okay because I love playing that game. But before she said that we heard a loud noise coming from the front door." I had pointed with a trembling finger at the messed up door. When my gaze turned to Kelly she had started to pale.

A notebook clasped in her hands she started writing from time to time scribbling and crossing out words. I had lost myself staring intently at the words written in her notebook. At once, I saw letters all over the pages. Finally as my brain registered the word, Perseus. Then I saw an arrow leading to a few names: csmast—. I guess I never got to finish reading that name just because of a simple click of her pen. My dyslexia at the time was at its worst. Kelly had finished writing her notes and was staring at me. Her azure eyes fixed on me. Her eyes reminded me of lasers, scanning my brain, digging for my deepest secrets kept locked up. Although, I didn't have much secrets at that time. With a firm cough I realized that it was my cue to continue. I didn't want to continue. It seems that it was our last secret that I shared with my mother. The detectives knew everything now.

I gulped, making it evident for her that I didn't want to talk about it. Talking about your problems to someone usually makes it easier to solve. My mother's words echoed through my brain. At that moment I remembered when that phrase had been told to me. Letting the memory replay itself through my memory:

"Welcome back home Percy!" My mother called out from the kitchen. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the sent of hot cookies fresh out of the oven. Just like a mouse attracted to cheese, I was attracted by those cookies. But they only cheered me up a tad, my first day of school hadn't gone too well. You see, since I had gotten kicked out of my recent school, I was the new kick, I had already mastered the new kid act at that time. I hated school, especially at that time.

"Hi mom." I slumped on the chair taking a bite from the aqua blue cookie. I chewed slowly savouring the flavour. At once, all my problems washed away and my only thought was how delicious these biscuits were. Taking a second one I managed a small smile.

Hugging me from behind the chair my mother whispered in my ear, "If those cookies aren't making you smile then I don't know what will.!" Her voice became overly dramatic at the end of her sentence. She tended to do that a lot when I was down.

Being five years old I laughed at my mother's words.

But then her face became serious and she continued, " Come on Perce, you could tell me." Sighing, I shook my head. I didn't want to. It would only make her mad and I hated seeing a frown on her delicate face.

"You know." She chimed, "Talking about your problems to someone usually makes it easier to solve. But if you don't wanna talk about then I'm fine. I was just saying y'know?"

There she goes doing that magical thing. I hate when parents do that! Reverse psychology! So eventually The words slipped out of my mouth of, this girl, Nancy Bobofit. First she had started teasing me about my weird name, Prissy, she had nicknamed me. I hadn't really cared, but when she started throwing chunks of her peanut butter sandwich I had gotten mad. But I couldn't do anything, I was already marked as the boy who doesn't cooperate in class, One move from me and I was toast. Only the first day of school and I had gone making amazing impressions on the teachers. Emphasis on the word 'amazing'. I had come home mad and sad.

Kelly's eyes seemed to calculate. I could practically see what she had been thinking. She was pretty transparent.

"I ran in my closet where I hid in the attic. I found the attic the other day when I was in my room cleaning my closet with my mommy. I like that hiding spot. But then I heard a loud boom and mommy screamed but not very loud. Then I heard someone coming. I was very scared. The person made me very afraid, like if they had super powers!" I finished my story there refusing to elaborate.

"Aren't you a chatter box!" She laughed standing up. "Come on let's go." She had sad still laughing. But I wasn't. Who was that person? Certainly not my mom.

Then Who?

*xXx*

The wind was shrill against my window. I had been struck with a dose of shock again. I stayed there paralyzed staring at the celling waiting for it to tell me that this was all some crazy dream, but, I knew deep down beneath all the sorrow that I was going through, I knew. I was too stubborn to accept it. A trait that I shall always carry from my mother, stubbornness. I kept the truth locked up in a box. And the key to release the ugly truth, buried deep in my subconscious. Little did I know that someone was staring at me from below the window. That person had a clear view of my back. But when I turned around I only saw a black spot on the ground. It was hard to see since it was the middle of the night.

Staring down at the children around me it occurred to me that they were probably facing the same thing as I had been facing. After all I was in an orphanage hence the word orphans. Finally I settled in my not-so-comfy bed and slowly let the sleep get to me. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

But it wasn't, it was my mother's funeral.

I thought back to the day, the happy moments. Getting ice-cream with my mom, her telling me stories, the cockles. Most kids at my age used to have huge birthdays with bouncy houses, pools, activities and more. Although my birthday wasn't at all glamorous, it had still rendered in my mind as the best day ever.

*xXx*

I had woken up that morning with my throat throbbing with pain, I had cried too much.

It hadn't been a dream.

I got up from bed and received the usual smirks and stares.

Just another day.

The sun was shining that morning, it had seemed as though it was mocking me.

The funeral was that day, it had been too painful to watch it all. I barely remembered it myself. Only wisps of it. But there was one thing that struck me weird that day: the man. Who was he? I had never seen him before in my entire life. The first time I had laid eyes on him he had been hidden behind bushes, staring. I thought for a moment there that it was my father. Yes! That was it! No wonder! My mind had taken in to account that that man was my father. I had been struck with a sense of great familiarity. It had to be him. But when I turned around to look at him again, he was gone. The last I had seen of ihim was his black trench coat getting sucked in to darkness. The last thing I had also heard was the trudge of his boots on the wet grass.

And that was it.

That night the image of that man stayed in my head. How he crouched behind the trees and bushes. He had set up an odd image. His black attire. His mysterious disappearance...

I tried to to sleep but I couldn't.

But finally, the effects of the day got to me and I was sound asleep.

But, it wasn't the normal sleep that usually overcame me, this peculiar sleep was different I felt as though I was being taken away, whisked to another world. I was in a cloud of mist, preventing me from seeing what lied in front of me. But finally, the mist blew away leaving me face to face with the same emerald eyes that I possess. Where am I, I thought. At first, I thought I was staring at my reflexion but no, a grown man stood tall in front of me. Handsome was the adjective that I let penetrate though my mind before the judging fest started: A bruised cheek, ghostly white features, a limp on his right foot,- "Percy don't." He pleaded. "You don't have to do this." He was begging, his facial expression mimicking pure pain and hurt.

"Leave me alone." I was startled by my voice, no longer holding innocence, it was menacing spitting venom at my father. Even if I couldn't see my self I could imagine a mad Percy. Why was I like that? But before I could continue and analyze my surrounding or even answer the question I felt my body rise from the ground, suddenly, I was hurtling towards a pit of blackness. When I thought that it was the end and I would crash to the ground, my eyes flew open and I was staring at a grin the size of an elephant. Sunshine reflected on her glasses blinding my sleepy self. It was a battle between my eyes to stay open against the reflected sun but finally they opened. Before me stood the figure of Kelly Fuller.

"Good morning sweetie!" She squeaked. She did seem extra cheery today. Why? I sat up strait trying to remember the dream but it was slipping away. All I remembered after that was the image of my battered father.

What had I just witnessed? What did it mean?

But the saddest thing, the dream was slowly slipping away from my grasp, soon, I would no longer remember it...

Looking strait in my eyes Kelly said happily yet in a mysterious tone,"There are some people that would like to meet you!"

Unknown POV (third person)

The man walked slowly, crushing the multicoloured leafs. He enjoyed the crushing sound. He could see the gleaming moon from his position, a pale shade of yellow. As he walked towards the tall building of the orphanage he hummed to himself the song of 'Ring around the roses" You could say that he was in a good mood tonight, who wouldn't!

"You know what you have to do tomorrow right?" He said loud enough in the phone so the other person could hear. If they found out that he was being too suspicious they wouldn't buy it.

"Remember it has to be perfect, understood?" The man dressed in black sucked in a slow breath of cold air.

"Yes boss." A deep husky voice replied.

With that he hung up the cellphone and proceeded his humming.

That man starred up at the raven haired boy sitting on the ledge of the window from inside. The child was so clueless, it was only the beginning. The beginning of a revolution. He would get his revenge. No obstacle was in his way. He would use the child... If only the kid knew how much power he held. It was theoretically impossible! Such a small body holding a great quantity of power. Just like his father. He thought, but even more. All they needed was information now. The child held it.

But when the green eyed boy turned to stare at the window his eyes soared dangerously out the window. The man covered his face just in time. He looked identical to his father. Fascinating. He thought truly amazed. Looking at the boy just made him to take out the variety of knives that he was hiding in his coat and throw them right at his face. He didn't have his mother's protection anymore. Nobody was there for him. Well... No! He would beat them all. After all he did have an army that was increasing every day. He smiled and let out a cruel laugh. He just needed the kid to find out where- he heard a crack sound behind him. Quickly his guard stood and he looked around, eyes narrowed.

He wasn't scared of anything.

The wind blew on the falling leafs. It did look a bit freaky. There was also a whistling sound of the wind coming from all around him. It did remind him of a 'scary' movie. But this was cold reality and as the bad guy, he wasn't going to die at the end. It would merely be the opposite. He grinned, his pearly white teeth looking like they belonged to a shark, a thirst for blood accompanied with vengeance and ruthless to get what he wants. A pure definition of the word monster.

A/N: So? What did you think? Like it? i'm once again sorry for making it a bit shorter, but hopefully the 'unknown' Point of View made up for it. How about the small cliffy at the end of Percy's POV? If you answer it right I could guarantee you a sneak peek of Chapter Three! But you have to be logged on... or else I can't really send it to you. But I can make you a shout out!

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