Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy this chapter =) Warning: Story contains, boyxboy, scenes of violence, character death, mentions of past abuse and the ratings may be turned up at a later time. I'm going to make this an unofficial cross over with some of my other fanfic stories, so expect; Percy Jackson and The Mortal Instruments to be references (if not some OC characters from those fandoms, from my other stories.) To turn up in this one.

Carter stared out across his initiates as they were working furiously inside their gymnasium hall. Various calls and shouts of magic echoed off the walls while various students practiced their various magic. Carter had shed his shirt a little earlier on after going through his initial warm up he wore only some loose fitted trousers as his slender form was coated in a slight shine in the sunrise of the morning light which filtered in through large windows.

As stopped he turned his gaze around the room, his body rippling ever so slightly, sending the catching lights against the tones of his torso which weren't as defined as he would like them to be, but they were still coming along a lot better than he could imagine they were. "Again!" He called out watching as his students dealt with various situations he had set them up with, according to which god they studied under.

Some of the younger students who were still learning the various basics of what they could achieve were holding lengths of twine or with sat with mounds of wax, molding them into various shapes or animals, meaning that ever now and then a small puppy and the magician who created it, would run past Carter who was practicing with a sword. He had initially set up his own training time from six O'clock in the morning, and it was now going on to be just about quarter to ten. His body was beginning to tell him enough, but his mind kept urging him on, his teeth gritted as all he could do was think about the certain boy now sat in the library going through with Sadie what this place meant. What options were available to him now, what his future held for him.

"Look what the cat dragged in." A familiar voice muttered.

The viciously cold haired blonde threw both arms behind his head and turning a sharp glare away from his tutor as he sauntered into the building, he wore a jumper which was just a bit too large for him but had the sleeves rolled all the way back up to his shoulders, he was still in his leather black jeans, his hair shined like an arrangement of ice daggers but still, the boy had a look in his eye which Carter couldn't ignore. There was pain in his eyes, wrapped in the cold ice of their colour, but still it was there, raw, unprotected and trying to cover itself up.

It had been now nearly three days since he had his fight with Kyle and the boy looked worse for wear. His eyes were heavy with shadows of exhaustion, his face was splashed with faint traces of red along his cheeks and as Carter stared a little deeper, he thought for a second that he saw a faint glimmer of red around what he thought was Kyle's puffy eyes. It was hard to tell on first look and without being closer. But it unmistakably looked like. Well. It looked like, that Kyle, the boy who was infamous around the house for being heartless. For not giving a damn about anything, for having a heart of stone if not being heartless at all.

It looked almost like the boy had been crying.

One student turned around from their training post and smirked. "Oh good enough to come back to now are we?" The student laughed, running a hand through their short brown hair. They span their wand in their hand over their fingers but kept their dark eyes trained on Kyle. "Tired of playing with your little mission to no where-"

The boy fell silent as Kyle turned with such a murderous look in his eyes that even Carter paused for a moment, feeling a slight pang of fear erupt through him while Kyle stared down the other boy. "Open your mouth again, and I'll flail your scorpion little arse and rip your neck open with my teeth, slowly."

Man paused and turned to stare at that point, having heard the dark and yet implacably calm tone in Kyle's voice which made his words all the more fearful, next to the fact that a lot of them knew that with the way the boy was glaring out from under those murderous golden eyes, that Kyle was willing to back up his threat. "H-hey! I was only playing around-" The trainee began but fell silent as Kyle punched him square in the face and stormed away.

"Kyle?" Carter frowned reaching out, making his priority to now get Kyle out the room and calmed down. The other trainee looked pretty much out cold on the floor, but with the healers around, it wouldn't be long till he was awake again Carter was sure. "Are you-"
"GET YOUR HAND OFF ME!" Kyle snapped, turning for once with such an anger in his eyes that Carter scarcely could understand what was going on. He had seen hatred in Kyle's eyes before, many times, just like he had seen the petty anger that the boy shared for every one and everything, the same petty anger that flared in Kyle every time the boy had to converse with another person, the same anger which the boy showed to the whole world around him or to those who were weaker, but now, there was an anger in his eyes which was like a stained glass window, which had just taken a bat to itself.

The boy's eyes, all mask that he could normally form to shield his thoughts from everyone, the same shields which kept him from being able to get near or have anyone else understand him, were shattered completely.

Carter frowned, reaching forward to pull the boy close, to try and offer some comfort, but the moment he did, Kyle just swirled on him violently pulling up a blade which seemed to almost glow pure silver, but Carter quickly came to see that before Kyle brought down the blade towards his face, that the blade was actually crystal or at least, what looked like it at first!

He brought up his own sword just in time to let a line of sparks heavily flare from the meeting of the two metals. The crystal likeness of the sword shined violently for a moment, but with lines of silver running along the outside of the blade, Carter studied the black leather winding of the handle, something golden was scripted into it but with Kyle and him now moving in a dance of sidesteps and back dashes while the blonde violently hacked away trying to land a hit on Carter and the older boy defended himself, Carter's focused went onto keeping himself in one piece.

"SADIE! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE FIGHTING AGAIN-" One student called out mockingly, only to shriek as Kyle span to slash at the space next to their heads, then going back to quickly slashing back at Carter.
"Enough!" Carter boomed.

He poured his magic into his fist to channel his combat avatar, thankful that he hadn't over done it that morning. He grabbed Kyle's sword easily in his enlarged fist and shoved the boy into the hallway and out of the training room, slamming the doors shut behind him so that he and Kyle could have some privacy.

Kyle fell back a few steps staring wildly back with feral eyes at Carter who was studying the blade now with a lot more focus. His eyes roamed over way that the crystal like substance of the sword seemed perfect and not even scratched, like the large amount of the metal which reinforced it and concocted this strange weapon. "Give. That back to me." Kyle whispered, his voice taking on a tone which suddenly seemed to reverberate through Carter, filling his mind with only one idea. The command echoed throughout Carter's mind infinitely, fighting against every warning that it came across. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Kyle screamed.

Immediately Carter's fingers released the blade without another thought. Kyle snatched up the blade and took off running in the direction of his room.

In the sparkling dim light of the corridor Carter managed only to catch it for a split second but watched as a sparkle caught the air and glistened.

Almost like a tear drop.

"Kyle, on!" Carter called out, before taking up the stairs after the boy.

-Break-

Sadie had heard all the news from the library, but then again, it had been pretty hard not to miss. Even while being surrounded among the endless amount of bookshelves, scrolls and even the new vaults they had installed into their library, it seemed as though if a fight went off in their home, that no matter wherever you was, you knew about it.

She liked coming here, albeit that she had of recently found herself having to spend more and more time out of here and in the training room. She guessed that maybe that was why she enjoyed coming here so much. It was a nice break from having to train with the others, here she could sit back and do some studying in peace and quiet, (yes Carter, that's right. You're not the only one who enjoys a good book here and there.), but either way, she guessed that it helped when the library was so grand and so amazing to look at.

The walls of the library are decorated with pictures of the gods in all their various and brilliant forms, monsters too, each terrible and haunting to Sadie's memory seeing as she had probably faced most of them... and blown most of them up too! That always brought back a smile to her face whenever she remembered the good old days, days where they would come up against her, read of their diabolical plan and she would go off to save the world with a chirpy Ha-Di in her voice as she went.

In addition to this, the walls are filled with cubbyholes holding scrolls, many were being examined now by the students who weren't in training in the Gym. A lot of students were waiting on Shabtis to collect the various scrolls of Egyptian artifacts that they had requested for. The shabti each have the duty of maintaining particular subjects and when asked will fetch any scroll, palette, or other Egyptian artifact and are capable of retrieving translated texts, it worked wonders for the students to be able to actually get their hands on the various artefacts and actually study them so deeply.

But still Sadie often found herself staring off at the ceiling: a deep blue expanse which seemed stretch across in every direction drawing her eyes wherever she looked, covered in swirling stars that shape the form of a woman, evoking the goddess, Nut, surprisingly who wasn't all that crazy like her name, thank Ra. Similarly though, the floor was shaped into a man's body to represent Geb, Nut's husband and Egyptian embodiment of the earth.

But now she turned her gaze back to the dark haired boy sat next to her at the long expanding table. Sirena was sat timidly in his seat, looking out across the various scrolls and books in front of him, trying to take it all in. He was dressed in some dark shorts and a form fitting black shirt with a low v-neck. He still looked a bit malnourished, and his bronze skin was a bit paler than what it should be, but Sadie could see the boy was gradually getting more better as the days had passed. Even daring to come out of his room in the infirmary after the second day. Now here he was sat, staring out across the various books, spells, tablets and enchantments which most beginners to their home looked at and covered when approaching studying in path of the gods.

Sadie however kept glancing at the sleek black fur pup who sat in Sam's lap, with eyes glowing like molten led. With fur like the shadows, cut short and tidied up and washed by Sam. Charlie at least didn't stink of molten ash and blood any more, plus the mini-monster seemed a lot more at ease now that Sirena was awake, gently running his tanned fingers down Charlie's back and under his ears making the hound put his head down and curl up in the boy's lap.

"How?" Sadie asked suddenly, drawing Sam's gaze back from the books. She ran a hand absentmindedly through the colour streaks in her blonde hair and eyed him curiously for a long moment. She had opted for simple clothes today; combat boots, (naturally), jeans, a purple shirt and Walt/Anubis' black leather jacket. She had tried to not make Sam feel to uncomfortable, especially making sure that she didn't ask him many questions. She had gone by the name that he preferred to be called by, not asking him why he didn't like being called 'Sirena', just yet, though her curiosity had peaked at that, and about the boy's parents.

But she had to know... she had seen this hell hound nearly tear her brother in half. She had watched thinking that it was going to kill all three boys. But here it was, sitting content as an ordinary puppy with it's master as it now was staring up at Sam devotedly, watching the boy with careful and cautious glowing eyes. "How did you manage to tame it?"
"Growl."
"Him." Sadie corrected herself after receiving the quiet snarl from Charlie who just snorted indignantly and lounged forward so his forward feet were propped up on the table while his hind quarters still rested in Sam's lap. His head and glowing eyes studied out the books and scrolls in front of him. Sadie just couldn't understand why this hell hound was acting so god damn weird! All through the time that Annabeth and Percy had talked to her, she had never, not once even in their stories, ever heard of a hell hound acting like this!

Sam just smiled softly, reaching his hand under Charlie's maw and gently rubbing the small hound's throat before softly stroking down his spine, earning a quick lick to the cheek from Charlie before the hound turned it's attention back to the various scrolls in front of him. "Your guess is as good as mine." Sam said quietly.
"Most people I know tend to get on better with other people and be nervous and terrified around monsters. Not the other way around." She thought aloud.

Sam turned his gaze down a little sadly and rubbed the back of his neck. Charlie let out the quietest of whimpers which the other boy only seemed to have heard, before Sam petted Charlie between the ears, pushing for a fractional smile. "Well, I guess that I just have had bad luck I guess. I've found it rather hard to distinguish monsters from people a lot."
"Oh." Sadie turned her gaze down awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry." (Okay! So it didn't come out alright, Carter, okay! Well at least I didn't snog him the second time I saw him! That's right! Point one - Sadie. The pink magician- Zero).

Sam let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "This is crazy. All of it."
"I'm not lying to you. This is the truth-"
"Oh, I believe you." Sam turned his gaze back down to Charlie and hugged him closer for a second. The hound but up no resistance but let itself be cuddled like it was ordinary puppy, trying to comfort it's master. "But that doesn't mean that it isn't crazy."
"You have no idea." Sadie agreed, but in the back of her mind she still was wondering. She wondered how hard or what exactly someone must have had to have gone through to find better comfort in a hell hound than actual people around them.

"Come on." She encouraged. "You managed to use the basics quite well." Her eyes moved over to where the clay shabti of a replica of Charlie sat glaring the hell hound down. Sadie was amazed by the amount of artistic detail that Sam had been able to put into it so fast. She had wondered whether he just had a knack with earth magic, but from what Carter had told her, Sam had quite a talent with art any way.

A fact that she had found out when she had gone back to the school to collect Sam's possessions, seeing the boy's various art portfolios and other such. He certainly was a talented artist. But with the confidence he had with a brush, he seemed to lack with his voice when talking to other humans. "But it seems you put a little too much of Charlie into that Shabti." She teased, watching the hell hound look up as both the shabti and hound growled at each other, narrowing their eyes and barring their teeth. "Shabti are always useful and take up a lesser amount of magic, but can be just as difficult to control as a spell. Focus is key when creating one."
"Charlie." Sam laughed softly under his breath. Reaching out a hand Sadie watched as the shabti dog froze into place, the energy leaving it which had animated it before.
"Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong." She stated, watching Sam's shock. "The spell probably just wore off. It will be useful later to teach you about regulating your magical channels."
"Yeah... that whole business about vaporizing if we use too much magic... Is that true?" Sam wondered, noticing how Charlie growled quietly and lowered his head at the word 'vaporizing'.
"Let's try not to dwell on that now." She patted the boy's back. "For now we should just focus on trying to find you a path to follow. There are a lot and the only real way to find out if you belong to a certain one is to actually 'do' magic. But since the gym is booked out till later, for now just take a few looks through these books till you-"
"Sadie?" Sam wondered, drawing her gaze to his mystifying and changing eyes. "If I can call you that?"
"Sure, call me anything, just A) nothing that my brother suggests you do and B) not Miss Kane, because then I will have to hit you." She smiled teasingly, watching how Sam tilted his head slightly. Wow, he really does struggle socializing with people. Sadie thought. He must not have done a lot of it. Though just like her brother. She had heard the rumors go around the school and could probably guess why the boy spent a very little amount of time talking to others his age.
"What happened to me?" Sam wondered, reaching up slightly to rub the brow of his forehead as a faint ache burst through.

Jaz had warned Sadie that the boy may suffer from a few headaches due to the black space in his memory and his mind trying to recall it. The medicines inside of him would help, but still Sam would feel a few back lashes with the last traces of the poison still exiting his systems. "Well... you remember that night. When you first met Charlie?" Sadie began, leaning forward against the desk and letting out a soft sigh as she laced her fingers. The light in the room had turned a bit softer, but still she could see the dark shadows lingering around Sam's eyes even now. "What do you recall from it."
"Only the same as what I told you before." Sam frowned ever so slightly, turning a concentrated gaze onto the table. "I remember the attack. Throwing myself in front of your brother and being stabbed."
"Sorry again." Sadie smiled apologetically, then returned the glare pointed at her from Charlie as the hound growled quietly.
"I remember needing to stop that blonde boy from hurting Charlie." Sam continued.

Sadie swore that Charlie snorted and nodded his head when Sam said that. "Yeah bit of advice, you may want to stay away from him if you struggle with people." She advised.

"Then I remember after Charlie stopping, I ran off. I was scared, terrified. I didn't know what to do so I ran back to the-" He paused fractionally, his mouth forming a word for a second which wouldn't have been the one he was going to say. "Home." Sam corrected himself then paused, his face written with shame and embarrassment at having admitted that, or was it maybe out of shame for what he had nearly admitted?
"You're an untrained magician." Sadie stated in a matter of fact tone. "There wasn't much you could have done. There's no need to beat yourself up over it. You did more than enough when you saved my brother."
"That's all I can remember." Sam said quietly, absently stroking his fingers through Charlie's fur. "After that, it's all just blank. But every time I try to think about it, I feel pain. Not pain from the headaches, but pain like. Whatever isn't there any more, like what used to be there hurt me badly." He turned those strange unidentifiable eyes back to Sadie.
"And that's it?" She asked.

The black haired boy nodded and Sadie paused, trying to figure out how to phrase it. "You remember that Charlie here was being ordered and controlled by someone. A magician, like us?" She didn't seem to notice Charlie flinching slightly when she said 'like us'. "Well, it seems that afterwards, when we thought you were safe and the guy had been chased off... It turned out we was wrong." She admitted quietly. "The guy or girl, whoever it was. They stuck around, just far enough away that we couldn't find them but obviously still in the area."

Sam looked so deeply into her that Sadie thought for a moment that the boy was going to pull the memory out of her. "The magician found you. They wanted to hurt us, so since they saw you around us, they thought that maybe you was a friend of ours." Sadie said quietly.

Charlie growled in warning for her to shut up but she just cast the miniature hound a scathing look and carried on. "So they thought that you would be the one to get a message to us. I don't know how long for exactly, but they tortured you. They beat you and then one day we found you in school with Charlie. You was beaten up quite bad." She dared not look the boy in the eye but only heard the snarls of Charlie trying to get her to shut up. "You were quite hysterical, but the amulet you wore around your neck, it meant to us that you're a magician like us. It meant that we could bring you back here and help you, teach you. After that... and a few other things." She didn't elaborate on Sam and Carter kissing, she had her own plan to get that going without the memory which would upset the boy.
"Carter put the necklace in my locker?" Sam blushed bright red even though he dared not look up and Sadie held back her smirk.

But the inner smirk was wiped away when she saw the pain in Sam's eyes. "I'm sorry that happened to you. I promise you, I give you my word. I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. We will keep you safe here, away from danger. No one here can hurt you."
"What was I saying when I woke up?" Sam frowned suddenly as something seemed to flinch through him, like a bolt of lightning.
"I'm not sure you really want to know." Sadie stated. Even Charlie at this point had fallen quiet. His magma eyes staring at his master with curiosity and interest. "It won't do you any good-"
"He is awakening." Sam said mechanically.

Sadie paused for a long moment looking over at him. "What was that?"
"N-nothing." Sam stumbled on his words, turning his gaze back away.

Sadie bit her lip, desperately hoping that she hadn't heard him right but didn't push him up on the subject. Sam was still probably just feeling the effects of the medicine and it was impossible for him to remember the details of those memories. Jaz had promised her that the memories would only surface if the boy was strong enough to handle them, and the boy in front of Sadie right now? Certainly was anything but ready to deal with those memories.

Even so, even with all that self reasoning. Her own self belief, her own horror wouldn't allow her to believe what she had just heard. She must have misheard Sam say that. "Did you ever find the person?" Sam asked quietly looking back over at her.
"No, Sam. I'm sorry." She shook her head.

Both of them fell into silence for a bit after that. Sam's eyes became glassy and he turned his gaze away only to have Charlie whimper slightly in his lap. Of course he was upset. His whole world had probably just been turned upside down. The boy had lost the last few weeks of his memories, been tortured leaving scars, not only physically from Sadie had been told but also mentally, which Sam would have to deal with at some point. But then above all that, Sam had been taken away from anything normal. Sadie knew that pain, she knew what it felt like to be ripped away from the possibility of a normal life.

Still though, she wondered certainly about what other pain that Sam was carrying. What was the secret that he seemed to be hiding so well. The one that he seemed to guard with the same shame that he had shown when he had admitted to being weak, or that he had found it harder to differentiate the monsters from people?

Sadie was about to reach out to try and comfort the boy when the doors of the library blew open wildly and a student came running in panting for breath, their eyes wide with shock and fear. "SADIE! SADIE! YOU HAVE TO COME UP STAIRS!" He called out, searching around this his gaze locked onto her.

His eyes were drowned with fear.

"Felix?" She frowned. "If this is another fight between Kyle and Carter-"
"No! YOU HAVE TO COME UPSTAIRS NOW! YOU HAVE TO GET UP HERE!" Felix screamed out, making her stand quickly from her seat.
"Sam wait here. I'll be back soon I promise. Keep looking through the books okay? If you find anything you like, don't be afraid to test it out." She gave the boy a comforting smile but Sam himself seemed only to be distracted by Felix himself. "Okay Felix, what's wrong-"
"It's all over the news!" Felix was still shouting, his words fumbling and stuttering. "They showed it live! IT'S STILL THERE!"
"Okay, okay." She said softly, running over to the smaller boy and placing her hands on his shoulder trying to calm him down. "Tell me what's wrong, but you have to do it calmly, I can't understand-" She was cut off as Felix turned, grabbing her hand and hauling her back up the stairs.
"Sadie! It's the Washington Monument! It's all over the Television! It's happening again! It's HIM!"