A/N: It seems like despite being short, chapter 5 has received lots of love from you wonderful readers and for that, I'm deeply grateful.

Hugs for MysteriousWaysOfLife, elephantedeli, combinemanc and gamerkid137 for giving my story your time!

DeathmatchDrunkard: Thanks for still reading my story even though it's quite illogical but I really can't help it. And you're right; Percy would have a hard time with this new kid. Enjoy the new chapter!

Silent Phantom gal: Thanks for your comment. You'll find out soon enough why the new girl didn't give Percy her name. Hope you'll like this chapter.

AN: Well, it's not so weird that Huy spends time reading my story. He's my friend anyway, just like you and I guess you both don't want to upset me. I'm not forcing anyone in our class to read my story nor to send me reviews. I'm just glad that you guys respect me enough to spend a little time for my lousy imagination. It's good to know that I'm no longer the only freak.

Huy: Next time don't risk your luck sending me reviews at the holy time of 12 am, okay? As much as I'm glad that you like my story enough to do something like that, I don't approve your way of showing it. Thanks for the praise. You guys really know how to flatter me.

DoubleInfinity99 (Amber Wood aka Kamela): Thanks for your review. And you guys have to stop flattering me. Or at least please don't do this in public. About the "I don't like you" or "I hate you!" stuff, no-one can help it. There's not denial that you're a much better… person than I am, in both dimensions, you know what I mean. And for being human, it's a shame for me to admit that I envy you sometimes and trust me, every single second of my existence, I have to struggle to prevent myself from acting like a kid or should I say, rebellious teenager. Anyway, if you think my story's interesting then it's such an honor for me!

To Alabaster, who only sees the good side of me, none of the bad.

Chapter 6: Dramatic past and tragic future

Percy's Point of View:

The kid and I were standing near a clothes shop. After waiting for the mortals to wake up from their peaceful sleep, we or to be more exact, she had decided that we needed proper outfit. I would remember the conversation we had just had earlier to the rest of my existence.

Flashback:

"Perseus…"

"Please, call me Percy. I don't like being called Perseus. I'm nothing like that son of Zeus and I really don't want to be like that name." – If I had received money every time I told people this sentence, I would have become a really rich person by now.

"Percy, what should I know before getting the clothes from that place?" – She asked me, eyeing our target carefully like it could bite us.

"Well, I think you seriously should try to not…"

"Kill them?" – She cut me off, still staring at the little shop.

"Yes, that's right." – There were some reasons that I couldn't get mad when she interrupted me. – "Okay, so you need to be careful with the security cameras and the shopkeepers."

This time, her glowing blue orbs turned to me and asked slowly:

"Do you mind telling me what security cameras and shopkeepers are?"

Huh? – I asked myself mentally then quickly composed myself from confusion. Of course, I doubted that she had ever left that hell hole before.

"Right…" – Finding good words to explain to her was quite hard for me, especially I wasn't a child of Athena. – "Security cameras are the devices that people use to look after their properties and stuff like that. They could… see everything really. Shopkeepers are the people who in-charges the shops."

I waited for her respond. Her face showed nothing at all, which had been quite frustrating sometimes. I couldn't be sure if she was fine with me or not. Her features were somewhat informing me that she was processing my words. Were they that difficult to digest?

"So technically, if I want to steal some clothes from that place, I have to knock out those… objects?"

So she didn't really understand me after all. At least she got the important detail that they would be her problems in order to execute our plan. I decided to do this the simple way like I always loved to.

"Yes, you got that right."

"And since the shopkeepers are mortals, you want them alive, right?"

"Well, that's correct."

"I'll do this. You stay here. Give me a second." – With that, her strange eyes scanned my whole body again, this time really intensely.

I shifted on my spot uncomfortably, waiting for her to finish. I had no idea why she was doing that.

"Sorry." – She spoke, catching my gaze.

"Oh, don't mind me. Do you really know what you're going to do?"

"Yes." – came the short reply. Then her hands moved to the sash around her waist and the sparkling light coming from the daggers hit my eyes.

"No, don't use those." – I immediately objected. I had a feeling that her weapons could also kill mortals too since the metal looked really odd.

"How about punching?"

"Mortals won't survive that." – I chuckled. I had the curse of Achilles and her fists weren't so pleasant against my skin. My instinct gave me a clear vision that her hand would go right through mere humans' flesh even she used average force.

"I'll go with you; that's for the best." – I stated firmly, not taking "no" for an answer.

"Bad idea." – Okay, I didn't expect that kind of respond.

"I know what I'm doing, just as sure as you are. Give me some credits. I know this world better than you do."

"Also attracting troubles you're excellent at." – Ouch, that hurt, a lot. – "How's this, I'm going in, you'll stand close by to see if there is anything you don't like."

She made me feel like some kind of bully, or criminal. I wasn't her boss or something! Or perhaps was I making her feel like I was? But it was the best option I could get so I sighed:

"I guess that's the finest I could get. Use this." – I picked up a metal trash can lid nearby. With her steady arm, it was solid enough to knock mortals unconscious.

She seemed to get my idea and took the thing from me.

End of flashback:

The heist went pretty well. Actually, it was unbelievably successful. The shopkeepers survived and for the first time, I had decent clothes to wear. I had pestered the kid with my questions about how she deactivated the cameras and afterwards got the answer from the sight of daggers pinning on the walls with broken wires swinging in the air. Right now, she looked much… friendlier than before: comfortable tanned blue jeans, not so tight, black wool sweater with V-collar with black jacket and brown snickers. When we were walking on a pavement, I had managed to smuggle a black hair band for her from a peddled-wares stand. And mine was surprisingly fit. I had figured out the meaning of her intense stare before. She had measured my body to pick the right size. My taste of fashion was somehow noticed by this keen "spooky" kid: light blue top, navy blue jacket, dark blue jeans and black snickers. Now we were sitting on a bench in the park, no longer looked like street kids but normal teenagers. Finally, it was breakfast for my brain. It really needed to be fed with information right now.

"So where do you want to start, my lady?" – I asked her politely with a small sincere smile. I silently hoped that it would help just a little to get her out of her thick shell.

"I think you yourself know more than I do." – Came the unexpected answer. – "After coming out of the river, I could feel my creator in your head."

"How?" – The question automatically shot out.

Her face turned to me. Now the sunlight had reached everything on Earth, I finally had the chance to observe her clearly. Being in that place for so long, her skin was demonic pale and when the sunlight brushed it, she looked somewhat like a living fantasy. Her eyes looked exactly like shining sapphire in the golden light, an indescribable profound beauty. Her lips formed into a thin line and her features hardened like she was focus on something really hard. Then my brain was hit with a surge of blankness. I couldn't explain what kind of emotion that was, but it was utterly… void. Everything, happiness, sadness, anger, regrets, fear, determination, embarrassment, hatred and also love was swept away gently. Nothing mattered. But there was a hint of something else growing, similar to curiosity, the desire to know and experience. Was that how she felt all the time? My souls shook inside me, making me dizzy. What? Then a vision darted through my mind, deadly fast like lightning tearing the sky apart, but I caught every single detail:

"A little figure was running passed an atrocious dungeon. The air was sulked with despair. The figure shivered violently and looked around with wide dull blue eyes.

'Little one, KILL them ALL for me! Make your daddy proud!' – An evil voice rang shook the air.

'But Ma wants…'

'You're my DAUGHTER; you'll do what I say! That woman no longer exists!'

Fury rose in the little figure, blue orbs turned amber.

'FINE, I'll kill, it would be YOU who I kill, BASTARD!'"

I went back to reality. The sun was still shining and all the despair melted. Her eyes bored into mine, waiting for my reaction. My jaw dropped and I picked it up quickly.

"I'm…"

"No need for pity. You've got your answer. Next one." – She replied like nothing had happened. I didn't want to push the subject so I nodded hard.

"You know if the answers involve what you don't want to remember, we can just pass them." – I informed her.

"You need to escape the trouble you've created. You need answers. Go ahead."

I considered cautiously, not wanting to become a jerk. Maybe I should ask about her first.

"So you're… fourteen?"

She titled her head; her brown bangs covered her forehead. Did I ask a rude question? But based on what she showed me, she wouldn't care though.

"Minus a year."

So she was at age thirteen. I shook my head sadly, I was definitely luckier than many people. A pang of self-ashamed and sadness washed over me. She took a deep breath and again, hit me lightly on the shoulder:

"The worst luck of the universe belongs to you, Percy."

It was nice hearing her using my name. I asked:

"Since you know the whole thing, I think you should…"

"I swear on the River of Styx the gamble between Gaea, the mother of the biggest bastard and Perseus Jackson, the dumbest demi-god would be safe inside my mind and only be revealed when Percy allows it to be."

Thunder shook the bright sky. The sound of it wasn't so horrible. She actually did it, without thinking. Even she wasn't the kind of kid who loved jokes; she did use quite hilarious words when swearing.

"I want to bring down my creator. I'm in."

"But…" – I protested. Help wasn't allowed in the game.

"You only swore that you won't ask for anyone's help, not accepting help. I'm offering it to you, and all you have to do is allow me to." – She told me the flaw of my oath. – "Besides, I'm not really helping you to win the game; I just simply want to show him I'm not anybody's pawn."

I didn't really believe her though. In order to bring down her father, she would risk her life for me? There was more than just hatred. She didn't realize. I told her:

"There's no turning back. You will get involved with the Olympians and almost all the demi-gods! It…"

"I will be hunted, badly. Doesn't that what happens to people like us since the beginning until the end of our existence? We fight, we die?" – She asked solemnly, it certainly didn't bother her at all. I really had to practice getting used to this ugly truth.

"Okay then, I accept your offer. Now we get to one of the most important issues." – I closed my eyes, hoping it would end soon.

She observed me plainly, waiting patiently for the next part while I had trouble finding my voice. She went first:

"I have a question of myself, too."

"Shoot, kid." – I reacted naturally to this. Very few people asked politely when they wanted me to answer their questions. But the way I responded to those courteous words weren't so nice.

"What does that river do, exactly? The one with unreal water back there when we were out?"

The burden on my shoulder was lifted for a second, allowing a small laugh to escape my throat. Back then, I told her I needed real water, not the one in the River of Styx.

"That river is sacred. People bathe in it and survive will become nearly invincible. Most people would turn into ash or something similar to that when their skin meets the water. But we survived, luckily. But like I said, we're only nearly invincible, not completely. We will have a spot that ties us to this world. It's the anchor that keeps us alive, the will to stay in this world. Without it, we won't make it out the river. If our enemies stab that spot, we'll die. It's like killing our purposes of life." – I explained to her confidently. I didn't feel dumb at this topic.

"So right now, we are both almost undefeatable. And each of us has a mortal spot."

"Yes, you grasped it." – I nodded thoughtfully. – "But I didn't have enough time to define where that spot is."

Silence. Her body tensed, deadly tensed.

"You don't know."

"Do you know?"

"A moment." – She spoke softly and deadly quietly. Uh-oh.

My eyes glued on her serious expression. As much as I wanted to bombard her with my questions, I tried my best to keep them inside.

"Back then, you wanted to talk about an important issue involving your game. Your mind was a mess. Whatever you were going to talk about isn't something you like. A plan of some sort. Think of it again, full focus and stare straight into my eyes as if you want to send it through eye contact. Do it."

It wasn't the strangest request but it was strange. I forced myself to look into those flawless blue gem-like eyes. It hurt that she wasn't Annabeth. I wanted to share my deepest secret with her even knowing that she would judge me. This girl, she would never do that. I tried to picture the scenes from my memories and turned them into fragments of what would happen.

"My eyes, glowing amber, evil smirk stretch on my lips. I set the cabins on fire in Camp Half-blood."

The thought powered my grandfather up, making him out of his little trance from earlier because of me inserting "sickish" emotions into his mind. I felt Kronos stirred inside me, gathering power from the ugly scene. He grumbled something. More focus. I clenched my fist, determination rose.

"I, stood in the middle of Greeks and Romans demi-gods, was laughing like a psycho person. I drowned all of them in water."

Right after, guilt took control. The Lord of Time hissed furiously, going back to his trance.

"I ran away from camp, forged a normal life. The gods and my friends tried to track me down for the crime I committed. My parents were disappointed."

"I cried out in pain as Kronos was out of control. My body was slammed onto the cold ground as my hands covered my head desperately."

"Annabeth was hurt and angry at me. She agreed with Athena to end our relationship and helped camp tracking me down. The dagger Luke gave her was ready to stab me in the heart."

"Thalia and her huntresses searched for me in every corner. Her electric blue eyes were sparkling with murderous attempts. She wanted the traitor dead and he shall be dead."

"Enough, Percy." – A strong commanding voice brought me back to the living world.

But then a crazy laugh of agony was forced out of my lips. NO!

"Your predictions are more accurate than the Oracle's herself, Perseus Jackson. You shall die a painful death when your little family and friends turn their backs on you. Just give up already and join me.

My fear had given the old man opportunity to gain control.

"I was killing Grover. His eyes begged me to come back to myself while a horrible scream escaped his throat. Other satyrs tried in vain to slay my head off."

I was no longer sitting on the bench but rolling mindlessly on the grass. Immediately, a figure steadied me on the grass violently with a push. I grasped for air when another scene came by.

"Annabeth's grey eyes burnt with fire of hatred haunted my mind. As she sent the dagger towards my neck, I smirked arrogantly as I dodged it; I threw a deadly blow at her stomach. The blade slashed through her body, blood dripping unstop from my mouth."

"HEY you COWARD, just leave him alone!" – My scalp met the rough surface of something. A big "BANG!" noise was heard.

A force made my hands wrapped around her torso and gripped it hard. Then something else interrupted the series of images that Kronos was showing me. Pure hatred and fighting determination swallowed my mind as it attacked Kronos's mental shield non-stop. WHAT?

"SNAP OUT OF IT, PERCY!" – My jaw warned me I would need to see the dentist soon.

Another surge of indefinite feeling, the void made its way into my mind. My head screamed for release as it was torn into pieces. I opened my mouth while my lungs demanded for oxygen. My legs tried to move but then they were pinned on the ground by something. Kronos growled madly in my mind as he tried to fight the void. The fight of three was going nowhere. That voice again:

"PERCY, LET ME IN! THIS JERK NEEDS A PROPER LESSON!"

My skull hit the soft grass hard making me wanted to lie on a bed for weeks. I wanted OUT! There were flashes as if I was in the cinema but the projector couldn't project the images to the screen. I let everything lose, lessened my mind-struggling and the urge of kicking-ass immediately found its way into the center of my very soul. My life force was escaping from my reach as I slowly dripped away to an unknown place. But then, something held me back.

"YOUR FRIENDS NEED YOU, IDIOT! DON'T GIVE IN!"

Somebody's knuckles hit my lips and my eyes popped open, meeting blue eyes which were now on fire. That unspoken agony filled my soul again. That short moment, I saw short parts of her life. She had no name. No-one bothered giving her one. She deserved one. A word that deserved her. At the end of that short moment, I heard a warm laugh brushed my eardrum gently. A motherly laugh coming from a woman with deep blue eyes and pretty smile. An image of own mom, Sally Jackson entered my mind. Sanity fully came back to me and I faced the real world.

Still keeping me steady her hands were and my mind was healing. She looked straight into my eyes and did that again, the feeling of nothing. All ties were cut. I lied motionlessly and breathed heavily as she stared at me for reactions. Kronos was back to his trance and I was in peace once again for now. It was going to be nasty. Now I had known my mortal spot. The enemies could stab me, hit me, poison me as much as they liked and none of that would work. I reached for her cheeks and she didn't stop me. I hated myself, for ruining this kid's life. My shivering fingers caressed her small face and my hoarse voice whispered:

"I'm sorry it turns out this way, Plasma."

"No need to…" – Then she was quiet, looking at me with confusion. After two long minutes, time froze. It really did stop. She found her voice, stammered:

"Plas..ma?"

"Do you like it? As your name?"

"Monsters don't have…"

"You. Are. Not. A. Monster." – I emphasized every word firmly, gripping her arm which was still pinning me down. She loosened the grip and we stood up. Her height was advanced for her age, but still she was shorter than me. Her eyes looked up hesitantly.

"Plasma's… fine." – She suddenly found her shoes interesting.

I beamed sincerely at her. She would figure out the meaning behind that name soon. It suited her well, and for my poor brain, it was the best I could come up with. It sounded simple but meaningful.

"Plasma's cool." – She stated her comment again, emotionlessly again.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. May I know your name?" – I held my hand out, waiting for her respond.

She raised her eyebrow in wonder and I gave her a reassuring smile. We both needed this. We needed to know who the hell we were. She didn't smile, which was expected. But her eyes were sincere. Holding out her hand, she shook mine along with squeezing it in a friendly way:

"It's such an honor to meet you, Percy. My name's Plasma Knight, daughter of Sapphire Knight."

"So… friends we are?" – I asked, not sure if she would say "yes".

Plasma gave me a serious thoughtful face, rendered me breathless. Then she glanced at me, giving me a light punch in the chest:

"Friends." – And that was the typical Plasma. – "Now let's win your game."

A/N: Okay, the end of a long chapter! I didn't expect it to be this long! I've done my job and now it's your turn, guys! Send me some reviews! Make me feel the love, folks! This time, I definitely demand for 10 reviews! (Not from AN, Huy and DoubleInfinity99!)