You know when you walk out of McDonalds with your whole family- fed and watered- and you're suddenly confronted with an empty street. There aren't any pedestrians and all the cars are docile and lining the sidewalks.

There is some commotion though- six ring leaders and their mass of armoured demons- or 'growlies', as Louisa calls them.

They're demanding that Percy and Annabeth hand over their children- one in particular, they said, you know which one.

"No." Percy defied outright, pulling his pen from his pocket. Annabeth drew her knife and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of their seven children.

Tobias shook his head and seemed to pull himself together, retrieving his pen and uncapping it. He stood on his father's other side, Ice at the ready. Max drew his axes and moved to Annabeth's right. Alvie had to keep the other four children back and hopefully out of harm's way. Sage wanted to fight, but that would go down like a lead balloon with their parents.

"Because I'm in such a good mood, I'll give you a minute to hand Alvie over or this," Luke half-turned and gestured at his army, who roared and hit weapons off of shields, "will be a problem for you."

"I like how you can never face us without a demon army." Percy called. "You hire them, they die and you run away like the coward you are."

"This army is different, Jackson. Don't you sense it?" Luke sneered. Percy looked at his wife, who was frowning and studying the army, clearly plotting how to take it down.

An ear-splitting, raging roar caught Percy's attention and his first foe- the Minotaur- thundered from the ranks of monsters and straight at Percy.

"Move!" He ordered. Tobias and Max ducked back and helped their younger brother move the other kids. Annabeth followed, keeping an eye on her husband.

Percy dodged out of the way at the last second and the Minotaur skidded to a halt, smacking his head on a wall. He stomped around and snorted at Percy.

That's when Percy noticed the teeny tiny problem concerning the Minotaur.

Every inch of the beast was covered in Imperial Gold metal. There were chinks in the armour, obviously, but the majority of its ugly body was covered.

Percy grumbled a curse worthy of his father and held Riptide at the ready.

Alvie noticed his mother holding her knife over her shoulder, ready to throw. She was frowning intently at the Minotaur and Alvie figured she was waiting for an opening to help her husband.

Theo cried out in warning, pointing with frantic insistence.

Harvey was doing something magical and terrifying, waving his hands in slow, circular motions and chanting in Ancient Greek.

Tobias ushered Sage and the triplets back, towards an alley, hiding them behind a dumpster. He gave Sage a knife, just in case, and went back to the others.

The Minotaur bellowed angrily and took a heavy swing at Percy. Annabeth loosed the knife and it lodged in the Minotaur's exposed shoulder. The beast howled in pain and whirled round to tower over Annabeth. Percy darted forward and slashed at the back of the monster's knees. The Minotaur reached out for Annabeth, but Percy drove his sword straight through his opponent's neck, the point three inches from Annabeth's stomach and protruding from the beast's throat.

Harvey bought his hands down sharply and an average car-sized glowing purple orb was humming towards them.

Alvie panicked and threw out his hands in blind terror. He did not expect an equal sized, crystal white ball to materialise and collide with Harvey's attack.

He didn't notice his parents and brothers staring at him or the blood trickling from his nose. His mind had gone blank and he felt… disconnected. What he was looking at kept flickering- he could see above him, above them and then he was watching through his eyes, but his actions didn't seem like his own.

Like, for example, the truck.

He had no idea how it happened, but the truck screeched across the road, the wheels shuddering against the handbrake. Alvie could see his hand moving across, the truck following his motions, but it didn't feel like his hand- like pins and needles, just numbing and disjointed.

He flicked his hand and the truck flew, bouncing off the road and flipping over and over. It smashed to a deafening halt, skidding on its roof and flaring up sparks. The demon army surged back, their leaders concealed from sight, but the monsters couldn't avoid the explosion that followed.

Smoke and flame rocketed skywards, tongues of fire lashing out and searing enemies. There were screams of pain and terror, thickening the air with tension.

Blood was pouring freely from his nose now, filling his mouth with a sickening, metallic taste. His head was spinning insanely fast and he stumbled back, disorientated and unbalanced.

A scarlet veil descended over his eyes, but there was no eerie chill down his spine indicating the arrival of a vision. He had exercised his mind too much too quickly and now he was stuck with the mother and father of all nosebleeds, bloody tears streaming and blood boiling in his throat for him to cough up.

Somebody's arms went around him, warm and reassuring. His mother's kind voice soothed the ringing in his ears and the headache a little.

"I've got you, Alvie. You've done great, I'm so proud." Annabeth spoke softly and calmly, running a hand through his hair. Somebody was laughing and cheering. It took Alvie longer than normal to determine that the one celebrating was Tobias.

"That was so cool! He just moved the truck and…" Tobias laughed again.

"Tobias, calm down." Percy said, but there was a chuckle in his tone. Alvie sensed someone kneeling on his other side and Percy's voice was closer and hosted a grin. "Awesome. Absolutely awesome."

"We should get going before they come to." Annabeth said. She passed Alvie to Percy. Alvie was aware of being carried, but he fell asleep at some point, waking up as someone secured his seat belt for him. Whoever it was ruffled his hair and closed the car door as quietly as they could. Another car door opened and closed and the engine purred into life. Alvie noticed somebody was next to him and the smell of lemon shampoo identified them as his mother.

Sleep overtook him again. He woke up, much later, and able to see. Somebody had cleaned all the blood away, but his headache was still worthy of causing him to rip his head off to make it stop.

Whoa- taking after Crystal. That's a bit dangerous.

It took him a few seconds to realise he wasn't at home, but in some infirmary. Despite his dizziness, he sat up, squinting around as his vision swam in and out of focus.

A hand resting on his head startled him and he whirled round. Apollo grinned at him and it was then that Alvie noticed his headache was gone.

"Come on, bud. We've got a meeting to attend." Apollo pulled him to his feet, holding his elbow while Alvie found his feet. "Here, wear this." Apollo grabbed something from a nearby coatrack and swung it around Alvie's shoulder, securing the clasp at the base of his throat.

"Wh-?"

"Cloak of me!" Apollo grinned. "Rachel's got one, so I figured you could too." Alvie stared down at himself, swishing the cloak about to get a better look at it. It shimmered like light from the sunset on water; a soft golden colour. It had a hood that Apollo tugged up. It cast shadow over Alvie's features- "Ooh, very mysterious."- and it pooled about his feet, so if he tucked that around him, he would be concealed in this cloak. "And," Apollo said proudly, "its reversible, so you have daytime and night-time." Alvie stared at him. "Hey, if you're using it for camouflage or whatever, it's cool. Besides, it shows you're a, uh, protégée of mine. Now, come on. We're going to be late!" The sun god grabbed his wrist and ran off, Alvie stumbling after him.

They reached the throne room in less than a minute. The other Jacksons were already assembled and they all stared at him, bewildered by the new cloak. Alvie just pointed at Apollo and that seemed to make sense. Tobias laughed and bounced towards him, hugging him tightly.

"You're so cool!" He grinned, flicking Alvie's hood down and ruffling his hair. "I wish I could move trucks with my mind."

"Really?" Alvie asked, amazed.

"Yeah! I could clear traffic like-"

"Tobias…" Annabeth warned, smiling.

"Oh, right, focus." Tobias passed a hand in front of his face and he was suddenly serious. Alvie marvelled at him.

The meeting started, Zeus instantly directing his question at Apollo.

"Why did you gift that boy?"

"He's awesome." Zeus glared at his son. "What? It's true. The poor kid was just too shy to realise the extent of what he could do, so I bumped it up a bit."

"And you've claimed him as your protégée?"

"Were you eavesdropping?" Zeus ignored that. "Yes, I did. Spiffy cloak, don't you think?"

"I like it." Aphrodite agreed. "Brings out some colour in him."

"Aphrodite, not now…" Athena sighed.

"Sorry!" The love goddess didn't sound very apologetic, but nobody questioned it.

"And you deem him safe?" Zeus quizzed, still glowering at the sun god.

"Well, as long as the Fates don't decide to screw up his life and make him all twisted and evil. Yeah, he's safe."

Zeus looked at Alvie then. Alvie just wanted to run and hide from the king god's electric gaze.

Thankfully, his father was on hand to steady him, placing a hand on his shoulder and keeping him in place.

"The boy means no harm." Poseidon vouched. "He was just protecting his family." The sea god smiled proudly at Alvie, who gave a nervous one in reply. "Besides, I find his abilities… interesting…"

"And dangerous."

"Oh, you think unusual powers in all demigods are dangerous to your throne." Zeus scowled. "Lighten up a bit, brother. Would it not be easier to be more attentive to the boy's progress?" Poseidon paused. "Not to mention the eldest three anyway?"

"Wait…" Percy frowned. "What'd you mean eldest three?" He glanced at his eldest three children, all standing to his left.

"If you like, Percy," Poseidon gave a kind smile, "Your eldest three boys make up various parts of you."

"So, I'm what? The good looks?"

"Tobias, shut up." Annabeth sighed.

"Tobias is the childish, carefree and happy-go-lucky version of you, Percy."

"Woo!" Tobias grinned. Annabeth shot him The Look and he was instantly quiet.

"Max is the animalistic side, the fighter and the slightly… darker side."

"Yay. Nutjob house for me." Max sighed.

"There's nothing wrong with being on the dark side. They have cookies!"

"Where is your off switch?" Annabeth exclaimed. Tobias spread his arms, grinning triumphantly. "Ooh, Percy, he's your son." Percy smiled.

"OK, what about Alvie? I'm sure as hell ain't psychic." Percy glanced at Alvie. "Unfair." He mumbled. Alvie smiled feebly.

"Alvie is the quiet side."

"Percy- quiet? Wow…"

"He's the more… passive side of you, knowing not to fight, but try and keep the peace. He's also the secretive side, tends to lose himself in another world somehow- you with films and him with books."

"Books are annoying."

"They're better than the films." Annabeth protested reflexively.

"You have to read books. You don't have to read films."

"Unless you have the subtitles on." Tobias pitched in. "Then you read films."

"You're not helping."

"I'm not trying to."

"Well, shut up." Tobias mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing away the key. Percy gave a content nod before looking back at the gods. "What does the… whole versions of me thing have to do with any of this?"

"Alvie being the more thoughtful side of you is an advantage to his powers." Poseidon fixed his eyes on Alvie again. "With the truck- that was your instincts, was it not?"

"I… um… think so…" Alvie mumbled.

"Very nice throw, by the way. Anyway, it offers a reflex action, if you will, and kicks in when needed most. Very useful."

"Especially if there's a truck in your way."

"Will you shut up?"

"She's going to kill you with a frying pan in a minute." Percy grinned. Tobias mocked a horrified look. Then he looked triumphant.

"She doesn't have one." Athena snapped her fingers and Annabeth suddenly did have one. Tobias returned to petrified and meekly looked down at his shoes.

"Thank you, Mom." Annabeth smiled, twirling the pan in her hands. She smirked at her eldest son, who gave a terrified whimper. Max snickered.

"Coward."

"You're mean."

"I'm the dark side, remember?"

"Yeah, but some leniency, please. I'm always nice to you."

"Really? Are you really?"

"Boys, you can argue later." Annabeth stated, her frying pan at the ready. Both of them fell quiet, but not after Tobias made a face at her. "OK, so Alvie being the thoughtful side helps his powers- what about the other two?"

"My sheer awesome gets me out of trouble." Annabeth glared at him. "Most of the time." He added quickly.

"It does actually." Poseidon smiled. Tobias beamed.

"I was right!" He laughed.

"I never disagreed."

"You were thinking it."

"Please be quiet."

"She asked nicely." Percy gave a lopsided smile. "Listen now and not suffer the wrath of the frying pan later." Tobias just nodded, watching his mother cautiously.

"And what about Max?" Annabeth asked.

"Considering everything that's happened," Athena replied, "It suits him- makes him wiser and more understanding of what actions will affect others and how. I am not saying that the incident was a good thing," Athena waved away her daughter's protest, "I am merely saying he has bounced back well and benefits more from this anyone else will."

"But the dark side bit?" Max frowned. "That doesn't sound like a benefit."

"No. It doesn't." Athena glared at her rival. Poseidon just waved casually. "It simply means you have experienced things many others do not. In the long run, you will understand." Max looked like he wanted to say more, but he wisely kept quiet.

Percy glanced at his other children. Sage was cleaning her knife on her trouser leg, obviously bored. The triplets were poking each other and talking quietly.

"Are they OK?"

"They are still learning. I would not worry."

"Just yet." Tobias added under his breath. His parents glared at him and he gave a sheepish smile. "I'll be quiet."

"Thank gods…"

Following the meeting, Athena had taken Alvie to her library and he had been there for nearly five hours now, on his third book. With his godly grandmother's help, he had found books centred on telekinesis and telepathy. He wanted to understand more about the gifts Apollo had given him.

He had kept the cloak on, actually becoming familiar with its weight about his shoulders.

At some point, his father walked in. He didn't notice Percy until he whistled, impressed.

"This library is huge. What are you reading?" Percy asked, carefully stepping over piles of books and around furniture to sit next to his son near the fire. He had a plate of ham and cheese sandwiches, Pringles, an apple and three blue cookies. He also had a glass of water and he set these down in front of Alvie.

Alvie showed him the cover- it was Ancient Greek, easier for Percy to read- and started picking the crusts from his sandwiches. "Ooh, found anything?"

"Will power." Alvie replied, biting into the sandwich. "Lots of training and… different techniques on how to… how to focus."

"Is it helping?" Alvie nodded eagerly, his eyes shining excitedly. He finished his sandwich before helping.

"Athena's added notes in as well. She said she studied this sort of thing as well. Um, the telepathy- if I really tried… I could kind of read people's minds."

"What do you mean by kind of?"

"Well… I normally get pictures… fuzzy pictures, but I can tell what they are sometimes…" Alvie trailed off thoughtfully. "But Athena's notes say I could get words or clearer pictures…"

"And numbers?" Percy asked. Alvie smiled.

"I did give you numbers."

"I know, but I didn't get around to doing the lottery. More numbers!" Percy demanded cheekily.

"I'll try." Alvie mumbled.

"Eat your lunch." Percy smiled reassuringly. "Then you can get back to reading."

"Where are the others?"

"Um… Tobias is with Hermes and Apollo last time I checked- gods help us- Max was with Athena… something about asking her something. And your mom is showing Sage and the trips her amazing architect work around Olympus." Alvie looked at him blankly. "Your mom redesigned Olympus after the Titan War."

"She did?"

"Yeah. I swear we told you."

"Um…" Percy laughed and messed his hair.

"Story time, bud." And Percy started talking, describing his first demigod adventure with Annabeth and Grover, right up to the war with Gaia. Alvie noticed that he skimmed over Tartarus, but his father told the stories with such enthusiasm, happy and sad with the memories. Alvie watched the various emotions flicker across his father's features, even if he couldn't tell what some of them were.

Alvie wasn't sure how long they sat there, how long he listened to his father's tales, but it must have been hours and hours as the fire had burned itself right down to softly glowing embers.

"And then Tobias interrupted our wedding and we started having you lot." Percy grinned broadly. "Best adventure yet."

"Even if we're killing each other?" Percy cracked up laughing.

"So you do have a sense of humour!" He laughed again and crushed his son in a hug. "You've really stepped up, Alvie. I couldn't be prouder if you paid me." Alvie hesitantly returned the hug.

"Thanks Dad." He said quietly.

Ta da! Most of this was pre-written, but I really wanted Alvie throwing a truck with sheer mind powers.

I now have The Mortal Instruments books four and five and the Divergent trilogy, but I haven't read them yet as I'm reading Artemis Fowl.

Also, somebody asked for the story bit that I wrote that's for my own story so, if you don't mind:

Emma Yatchman tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her sapphire eyes bright in the soft light of the hallway. She straightened her navy blue cardigan over her white T-shirt and opened the door, wiping soapy water from the dishes on her jeans.

Her motherly smile faltered when she saw the military officials standing in her doorway. Their black, armoured uniforms were stamped with the bright yellow logo of the Anti-Mutant Squad.

"Can I help you?" She asked, keeping her tone as calm and as kind as possible, forcing a smile to show her lack of hostility. One of the three men flashed an identification badge at her, his frown grim and stern.

"We are searching all houses in the area for possible mutant activity." He retrieved a bit of paper from his shirt pocket, revealing a search warrant.

"Emma, what is going on?" Emma glanced over her shoulder, seeing her husband approach. He was tall and athletic with thick, dark brown hair and warm emerald green eyes. His arm went around her casually as he studied her in concern. He frowned and anger sparked in his eyes when he realised who stood on his doorstep. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded.

"General Yatchman, sir," They all saluted, "We're investigating a mutant scare and have been warranted to search all houses in the surrounding area." One of the men, the one on the next step down, was muttering angrily to himself and furiously tapping at some touch-screen handheld device; too complex to be a phone, but too small to be a tablet.

"Sir, I'm getting high readings." He reported, glancing up at his colleague. In turn, the leading man examined David Yatchman sceptically.

"Do you really think I would not know of a mutant's presence within my own home?"

"No, sir, but mutants are tricky blighters."

"I'm well aware of that, soldier."

"We will have to search your house all the same, sir. It's standard procedure." Fury trembled through David's body and the three men on the doorstep tensed.

"I know of the procedure!" He snapped. "I bloody wrote them!" The trio visibly blanched and took a step back, one of them slipping on the bottom step. "You dare accuse me of a mutant in my own home?" He raged. Emma rested a hand on his chest and he forced a lid on his temper.

Upstairs, their nine children were hustled in one of the larger bedrooms. The eldest boys, Aston, Matthew and Jake were keeping their younger sisters in check. The boys were aged nineteen, seventeen and fifteen respectfully. Stacey and Rebecca, fourteen year old identical twins resembling their mother, were huddled in the corner, warily watching their ten year old quadruplet sisters.

Bethany and Rosie were sat on one bed, Bethany absent-mindedly braiding Rosie's thick raven hair, her own blonde hair fashioned in a hap-hazard ponytail. The pair were quiet and sullen, their sapphire eyes tinged with worry. Lilly, also blonde with light green eyes, was watching the youngest of them- Violet.

Violet lent against the wall, shaking chronically. Her emerald eyes were fixed on the floor, glaring and pained, while her wavy auburn hair tumbled about her face in wild tangles. She was biting her knuckles of her clenched fist, her other hand tucked into the crook of her elbow. To the untrained and unknowing eye, she was simply an aggressive and tempermental child dressed scruffily in a football T-shirt a few sizes too big, baggy tracksuit bottoms and muddy, worn trainers.

To those who were well aware of her unique condition, they knew the torment ridiculing their family and the agony she went through on a daily basis.

The youngest Yatchman child paid no attention to her silent, anxious siblings, her keen hearing listening to the argument brewing downstairs. Her father was adamant of a mutant-free home while the three men argued the need for their job. Technically speaking, her father was their boss and he could lay down the rules and orders as he pleased. Long before he met their mother and settled down to have children, he founded a committee to control the ever-increasing tide of illegal mutant organisms hidden away throughout the country. Mutants were dangerous, highly powerful and uncontrollable creatures with a tendency to leave destruction and death in their wake.

Not all mutants were like this, the minority standing up against the majority of their kind. But, good or bad, mutants were treated the same, all the precautions taken and all force used to quell them.

It had obviously hit home when David found out he had a mutant for a daughter.

What made the situation even trickier was that Violet was different, even by mutant standards. The average mutant was victim of some form of kidnapping or blackmail, tested on illegally and developing strange cases of varying powers and strengths. Their creators got off without any punishment as they tended to dive under the radar or rid themselves from the world before trouble caught up with them.

Violet wasn't like this. The Yatchman parents went to all extents to keep their children safe and cared for, yet a mutant had been naturally born into the family, with no mutant relations on either side. David had heard of only one case like this- his old mentor had a daughter who was born a mutant, later to go missing in an attempt to save her elderly father from the harassment of the Anti-Mutant Squad.

A born mutant was more likely to be stronger and more powerful than an artificial mutant and they also caused the most trouble. Radars searching for mutants of any calibre often went berserk or short-circuited just by detecting a mere signal from natural mutants. That was the issue downstairs right now.

"Sir, the radar spiked!" The one with the handheld device exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. His leading colleague rounded on the spouses, his expression hard, disbelieving, smug and fuming. David met his gaze calmly, clenching his jaw stubbornly.

He was about to speak when the device gave a series of bleeps that were so fast, it was one, high-pitched monotonous sound. The owner dropped it just before it shot sparks and blacked out. David tried to stay calm, sensing his wife's heightened concern for their daughter.

Violet had her eyes screwed closed, biting harder into her knuckles and holding back a scream. There were a few, random occasions were inexplicable pain coursed through her being, doubling and tripling at intervals and then vanishing as suddenly as throwing a switch. It always left her light-headed and weak at the knees, exhausted and trembling in fading agony. Her father suspected it was her human DNA clashing against the mutant. Both sides were fighting for dominance and neither side was relenting. He was trying his uttermost hardest to find a cure, whether it be to rid her of the mutant variation completely or allow it to win and to leave her an outlaw.

It was several minutes before the torment subsided and it was a miracle her parents had waylaid their visitors as long as they had. Any second now, they would force entry and search the house thoroughly from top to bottom and that risked putting her family in harm's way.

She couldn't allow that to happen.

The Yatchman children watched as their youngest sister gathered her resolve, her eyes flashing dangerously with stubbornness. She yanked her army jacket from the hook on the back of the door, pulling it on and fastening the zip. Her rucksack was ready and packed with non-perishable food, water, a first aid kit, matches, a sleeping bag, a Swiss army knife and some other essentials was ready and waiting beneath her bed for such an occasion. She wasted no time in recovering it and slinging it across her back, her arms sliding through the straps. She cast a final glance around at her siblings, all of them giving her smiles and nods.

"I'm sorry." She said thickly, noticing no trace of emotion in her voice.

"Be careful." Aston pleaded. Violet just nodded and turned to the window, pushing it open and clambering out, clinging to the drainpipe and sidling down as easy as pie. Her family will not suffer consequences for her mere existence, not while she was alive.

And that's all I've got so far.

What do we think of the chapter for Alvie's story?

And the poll is closed! I'll try and write that up for next chapter, considering I don't use my other idea first!