THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR FAVORITES, FOLLOWS AND REVIEWS! Seriously, THANK YOU! My heart skipped a beat when I read them. So, here is an update now! (I will usually update on Fridays, Saturday, Sundays, or Mondays. It's a break this week.)

If you read my story Unknown Friendship, you'd get this. If not, this will be a mindblower to you!

Warning: Mention of abuse, alcohol, might be slightly descriptive in an area, and it's DARK. Duh!

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Disclaimer: It's called fanfiction. I wouldn't be writing this if I were Rick, would I? No, I'd be writing The House of Hades. Enough has been said.

Continue with your lives people and read on!

Fall Into Darkness

The second time he fell was on his seventh birthday, around eleven o'clock at night, just a few months after the first time he truly fell.

Percy had just managed to pick up his depressed butt and shove himself back into the world, but of course he had to be knocked free of the grasp of reality he had, didn't he? He had to have his brilliant plan become more difficult than it already was. Something had to make things more difficult and challenging than it already was. It wasn't going to stop him though. He had stopped his fall into depression; he could go through with his plan.

The idea had come to him barely three weeks prior, but he knew he had to do it, or all was lost to him. He needed to break free of the terrible atmosphere he was surrounded by, because it did him and his depression no good, and he needed to make his loose grip on reality more firm, because being "crazy" didn't do anyone any good.

Percy was going to run away.

It had become official when he had packed his bag the night before, the night before his seventh birthday. The actual running away part became slightly easier when his mother had said that she had to work all day on August 18th, his birthday. That meant that she wouldn't start heading home until ten o'clock at night, and with the New York traffic, she wouldn't be home until nearing midnight.

On the morning of his birthday, Percy had awoken early enough to say goodbye to his mother and give her a lingering hug, their first true hug since The Worst Day of His Life. "I love you," he had mumbled into her side, breathing in a deep breath of her—candy and cookies and ice cream and a future cake he wouldn't get.

She had seemed surprised at his sudden outburst of emotion, but had gladly returned the hug and kissed his forehead with a loving "I love you, too, Percy."

He nodded into her side and breathed in one last deep breath of her incense, and then he slowly released her as she stepped out the door. Watching her disappear behind the closing door had been terribly hard for him because he knew that that would be the last glimpse he would have of her for a long time, that he might not see her in a long time.

How right he had been.

Percy had spent the day hiding out in his room, checking and double checking his supplies and making sure not to annoy Smelly Gabe and his arriving poker buddies. He only left once to get one cup of water from the bathroom sink. When night had finally fallen around nine, he had slipped out of his room. Careful to be quiet, he had tip-toed through the kitchen and into the living room, which lead to the front door.

Almost there, he chanted to himself. Almost there.

Almost.

He had accidently stepped on a broken beer bottle that sent a crack throughout the whole apartment, loud in the silence. And Gabe had passed out in the living room, right next to the source of noise. Oh joy.

Gabe woke up immediately and his arm stretched out to throttle Percy's neck. "Stupid, idiot"—he spat a string of curse words—"can't show me any respect and stay quiet for one day, can you? Huh?" He tightened his hold, and Percy let out a strangled gasp as he clawed at Gabe's meaty fingers. "Can you?"

Then Gabe threw him across the room. Percy's head cracked against the wall, and he fell into a heap on the floor. After mere seconds, groaning and clutching his head, he shakily stood up, only to be pulled into another vise-like grip by Gabe.

"You're just a pathetic piece of crap," he growled into Percy's ear. "I should just get rid of you for good." Percy shivered at the rank stench of alcohol that came off Gabe in waves. Drunk, he thought. Gabe is drunk. Again.

Suddenly Gabe tugged Percy around the corner and into the bathroom, forcing Percy's face right in front of the mirror. Standing there, losing oxygen from Gabe's choke-hold, Percy shivered at his pale, sunken face and toothpick like physique. He looked like death.

Then the image he saw changed as Smelly Gabe smashed his head into the mirror. The glass shattered against his head and sliced deep cuts into his face. Gabe pulled him back and he caught a horrific glimpse of his face, bloody and torn apart, before he was slammed into the broken mirror once again.

Then he blacked out.

When Percy woke up again, everything was pitch black. No—that wasn't even a good way to describe what he saw; there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Percy couldn't see a thing. He felt around him and realized he was still in the bathroom. Clutching the counter for support, he hauled himself up and searched blindly for his special gray beanie; he put hers in his back pocket. Percy placed his small packed bag on his back. Before walking out, he opened a bathroom drawer and pulled out one of Gabe's poker buddy's sunglasses that he had left. Placing them on over his eyes, he rushed out of the room, not caring if he made a noise.

In the lobby, he had asked the manager what time it was. The manager was wary of him, because he was "crazy," but told him it was right after eleven. Percy made up a lie, saying he'd wait right outside the hotel for his mother.

The manager had said nothing as Percy walked out the door, bumbling and tripping over his own feet, and didn't even look up as Percy made his way through the crowd of New York. The manager didn't feel a prick of morose when Ms. Jackson walked in without her son behind her, and when she ran back down, crying for her baby.

Percy ran and ran and ran—away. He ran away from home, and eventually he made it to a small wood, where he made a small living area, not that it was permanent; he was on the run now. He had not one single iota of an idea of where he was, but he didn't truly care. He was away—away from the sad atmosphere where people were mourning for a little girl that was alive; away from the men who had taken him to see where he would live after his birthday, a mental institution or asylum, because he was "crazy"; away from everyone and everything he knew.

But not everything was perfect.

He counted his apples and realized that he had not eaten one on his birthday. That meant what he had thought had happened on his birthday could be real, and that was a bad thing.

Days had passed and nights had come and gone, but Percy still saw only nothing.

The notion that he had had on his birthday became more and more like reality, until he finally admitted it was.

Percy was blind, and no one could save him from his fall into darkness.

o.0 Yes, I made Percy blind. Yes, I am that evil to make him blind. And yes, this is going to lead to Percy's past.

It'll all come together sooner or later. Preferably sooner, right?

Remember how, in the beginning of tLT, Percy had said that he saw a man with one eye when he was eight? Yeah, that didn't happen.

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(Tell me who you think she is! Give me ideas! Any errors I have! Not all of you can hate this. Seriously, it's the third chapter!)

Actually, I have an idea for a story, called Through the Years. PM me if you want to know more!

Peace and all that other stuff!

~XxxXGreek GeekXxxX