Uh….Hi….Um…...Okay, let's get right to it. I just deleted Percy's Curse all together. You might wonder why I did this. Well, I thought I could do better…..Again…...Especially since I was winging it with that story. So, you know what they say. Third time's the charm. Let's take that old story idea and completely throw it out the window. So, here is my brand new story featuring werewolf Percy. So, lets get into it. Don't worry. I won't do anything cliché or overdone, like a Pertemis, betrayal, or Chaos story. Here ya go. Enjoy.

-Darthrath

"That's how it starts. The fever, the rage…...The feeling of powerlessness, that turns good men…..cruel." - Jeremy Irons

That is how he felt at this very moment. Powerless. No. Scratch that. Not just powerless. Angry. Furious, even. His once magnificent sea green eyes, which had beamed with happiness and had broken many a girls heart, were reduced to just a pale green as he stumbled through the pouring rain. His medium raven hair was drenched and stuck to his face. Along with the rest of him and his clothes as the rain poured mercilessly and thunder crashed loudly. It was almost deafening him thanks to the enhanced hearing. His steps were quiet and his feet were slightly shuffling as they touched the concrete sidewalk he was walking along. New York City was always beautiful when it rained, but he didn't care about that right now. The thoughts running through his head wouldn't let him. Not to mention what he had done. What he was forced to watch, a prisoner in his own body, on that fateful night that changed him and would leave a mental scar for as long as his now immortal life lasted. He could sense the people around him. Hear the thousands of heart beats and even smell everyone and everything around him. It was torturous. He could hear things he didn't want to. Smell things so foul, he wanted to rip out his nostrils. Especially since they were all melding together in the city air. But he couldn't help any of it.

It was part of who he was now. He had no control over his senses anymore. So, he just kept walking, with only one place he had in mind to go at the moment. His mother and step father's apartment. The cold rain steamed a little bit as it touched his now paler skin. That was another part of it. His body heat. He was like a damned walking oven now, thanks to what he had become. He wasn't even fazed by the rain as he let it get him wet. It were as though all the hope and will he once possessed had vanished without a trace. The large bag he carried over his shoulder was in no better shape than he was, getting drenched not long after the rain had started. Not that he cared about that either. It was only clothing. Besides, he could easily take care of it once he got to his destination. He had been walking for what felt like days, but was really just around an hour, when he found the apartment complex he was looking for. He dried himself and his bag instantly after pulling a pair of keys from his pocket, opening the door, and walking in. He finally made it after going up a flight of stairs. A long and soft sigh escaped him as he knocked on the door in front of him. It was only a few seconds before he heard a woman's voice call out to him.

"Coming!" she exclaimed.

Not long later, the door was opened to reveal his mother. She looked to be in a good mood as she wore a gray long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She had that smile on her face as she opened the door which, on any other occasion, would make him smile back. Not today, though. That's why her smile slowly faded as she looked up slightly into the cold and dying eyes of her twenty year old son. He was slightly dwarfing his mother now, standing at a tall six feet and four inches.

"Percy. What happened?" she asked, noticing more than a few things about his current state.

He was quiet for a few seconds, just standing there. The only reason he wasn't breaking down right then, was because he had ran out of tears along with his fucks to give on the recent events. Almost, anyway.

"Can I come in, please?" Percy asked softly.

"Of course." Sally responded.

She took a hold of his free arm and guided him in after opening the door wider.

"Sally, who is- Oh, hey Percy."

Paul Blofis was walking out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand as he wore a casual blue button up over a pair of jeans. His tone was happy at first, until he saw Percy. And, just like his mother, Paul's happy mood died and was replaced with concern. Percy set his bag down on the couch as he made it deeper into the living room. The television was on with the sound of the local news filling the area. To Sally and Paul, it just sounded halfway to maximum. But to Percy, it sounded a hundred times louder. The annoying voice of the reporter made him want to draw Riptide and destroy the TV. Oh wait! His faithful sword was taken from him. That's right, how could he forget.

Percy was looking anywhere but their faces. His eyes just scanned the comfortable apartment. The sight of it and warmth of the area along with the good smells made him feel better. Sure, it was a mere fraction, but it was a start. Then again, he knew he would never recover from what happened. There was no coming back from that.

"Percy, what happened?" Sally repeated as she held him by his shoulders.

Finally, Percy lifted his head to look at her.

"I don't want to talk about it, mom." he said, his voice still soft.

Sally sighed and Paul stayed silent, just observing.

"Was it Annabeth? Did she dump my boy? I knew she was no good." his mother said, suddenly talking about the daughter of wisdom as if she were the biggest bitch in the world.

It hurt him at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name. Percy looked away again before talking.

"It wasn't just her, mom. They all…..They…." he couldn't finish.

He was too exhausted and fed up to. Not right now, at least.

"Who, Percy?" she pushed.

Paul walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. She turned her head to see him looking seriously at her.

"Maybe we shouldn't bother him right now, Sally." he said before they both looked back to Percy.

He and Paul made eye contact. The teacher knew when a man needed to be left alone. Percy nodded in thanks to him and he gave a small one in return. He grabbed his bag from the couch and started his way to his room. Before he did though, he said to his mother,

"I'm sorry, mom. I just can't talk about it right now."

The married couple frowned as he walked down the hall and to the bathroom. He all but slammed the door and the shower could faintly be heard running not long after.

"He looked so broken, Paul. I'd never seen my baby boy like that before." Sally said, on the brink of tears.

Paul tightened his grip around his wife and kissed her cheek softly.

"I know, Sweetheart. I know." he said, comforting her.

Meanwhile, Percy was just standing in the shower, leaning against the wall with his hands. His head bowed low as the water went down his naked body, where no scars existed anymore. All the jagged pieces of proof from the many battles he had been in were just memories now. It was a few minutes before he closed his hands into fists and lightly hit the tiled wall with his right one as tears went down his face along with the water.

"Why?! WHY AM I ALWAYS THE WORLD'S FAVORITE BULLSHIT TARGET!? THIS ISN'T FAIR! IT ISN'T RIGHT!" he screamed in his head.

As he did this, a predatory growl escaped his throat in his frustration and his eyes went gold thanks to his heartbeat rising. Percy closed his eyes tight and breathed deeply, struggling to keep IT in. No. He wouldn't let it kill his mother and step father because he lost control again. Not when it already managed to kill five campers. It enraged him beyond belief that all of this was because of a bite. It made him so angry that it had to happen to him to begin with.

A little over a month ago…..

Percy's schedule was as you'd expect that September before summer ended. Spending time with his girlfriend and friends, helping train campers, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. Life was good for him. The famed son of Poseidon had no idea what fate had in store for him when the camp decided to have a good game of capture the flag.

There he was, a group of new campers and a few older ones with him as they waited for Chiron to blow the horn to signal the beginning of the game. Percy smiled as he adjusted his leather armor. They needed this. Sure, it had been more than two years since the giant war, but they spent that time repairing not only Camp Half-blood, but also helping with Camp Jupiter. The gods had created a teleportation system so campers could easily go back and forth just by walking through a certain door in the big house that went straight to the barracks of the Roman camp.

Percy made sure the blunted practice sword was secure at his waist as he noticed the beautiful full moon in the sky. The demigod took a moment to admire it before his musings were interrupted by one of the younger campers talking to him. A daughter of Athena. Jennifer was her name. She was fifteen and had long brown hair with the signature gray eyes. He was huge compared to her, but he'd been managing to train her with speed and agility. She was getting good with the two knives she carried. Even if they were for practice.

"Do you think we'll win, Percy?" she asked in her cutely high pitched voice.

The veteran demigod smiled down at her and mussed her hair, making a few of their teammates chuckle as she batted his hand away.

"You kidding, Jen? We're gonna make them wish they never met us." Percy said with his signature lopsided grin, his eyes shining with determination.

Jennifer smiled up at him in return as the entire red team made remarks in agreement. Percy drew his practice sword as Annabeth materialized next to him, removing her Yankees cap. He smiled and they quickly shared a chaste kiss. Percy chuckled as a few younger campers made verbal objections in the form of fake vomiting.

"Is it done?" he asked his girlfriend.

Annabeth nodded.

"Yeah. Should be a real struggle for them to find our flag." she confirmed.

"Great." he said before addressing the whole team after gaining their attention, "Alright, everyone! Listen up! This is gonna be clean and simple! Team A, you'll take their front flank and push them for as long as you can!"

He received loud 'Yes sir!'s in response.

"Team B, you'll do the same with their right flank! You cannot let up! Neither can you, C Team! You'll be occupying their left! Understood?!" Percy exclaimed.

"Understood!" was their answer as they banged their shields and swords together.

Percy and Annabeth had a pretty simple plan set up. They had cut their main team into four quarters. One larger force to defend the North Woods so the enemy would think their flag was around that area, if they got that far. The other three quarters were smaller, but the two veterans made sure to fill them with demigods that were at least decent. While they put the pressure on the enemy, Percy and Annabeth would search around Zeus' Fist to see if the enemy leaders either put it near the fist or were bold and put it at the top. The only problem was, they were facing Jason and Piper. Those two were the only real threats. Not only because they were veterans, but also because Jason would probably have his forces fighting very well organized. He was just glad Clarisse had decided to sit this one out. There was no way she would have been on his team. Sure, Percy could easily take her, but she would have been an annoyance.

The horn sounded and the blue team could clearly be heard coming as the red team sprinted for the creek at the same time. It wasn't long until they met in the middle and the sound of steel clashing could be heard. Before Annabeth could put on her cap, Percy wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. She let out an uncharacteristic squeak before their lips touched. Both smiled in the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"See you on the other side, Wise Girl." he said.

"You too, Seaweed Brain." she responded.

They pulled away and started running in the opposite directions. Annabeth disappeared once her cap was back on and she headed down along the Western border of the woods while Percy went Eastern. As he steadily and quietly made his way to Zeus' fist, he could hear lightning cracking in the night sky as thunder clouds appeared from nowhere. It looked like Jason wasn't going to go easy on the newbies. Percy chuckled softly and shook his head as he heard the son of Jupiter yelling,

"Where are ya, Perce?! Come out and fight me!"

It looked like his cousin and his girlfriend were taking the direct 'go right through them head on' approach. Percy kept going, staying near the treeline of the woods where no one else was. Before long, he'd made to the pile of poop. Oh, sorry. Zeus' Fist. Because that's totally what he was thinking. He he. Anyway, he noticed that Blue Team had gone with the same strategy as his team. Leaving a reasonably large force 'guard the flag'. The damned thing was nowhere to be seen. Percy knew they wouldn't take such a risk, even with a powerful son of Jupiter with them. He kept walking, ending up in the darker parts of the woods. Percy never did like having to venture much in this area. But, he had a flag to find. And he wasn't a little bitch boy, so he sucked it up and soldiered on. Looking in every direction to make sure no one was getting the drop on him. He could distantly hear the fighting still raging and more thunder with lightning cracking. Percy could even see the flash from where he was. The son of Poseidon had to have been walking for another five minutes, when he saw it. Leaned up against a tree that someone could easily walk past if they weren't looking, was the blue team flag.

When he took two steps toward it, Percy heard rustling ahead of him. The demigod aimed his sword at the direction it came from, just barely able to see thanks to the moonlight. He hoped it was an animal or something, until he heard the loud and low growl. The rustling increased, sounding as if it were all around him. It was at this moment, Percy was quick to sheath his practice sword and grab Riptide from his pocket. The sword sprang to life after he uncapped it and he got into a fighting stance as he waited for whatever monster this was to show itself. Finally, after more growling, a dark blur rushed at him. Percy just barely managed to dodge, receiving a bad gash to his shoulder. Whatever it was, Percy realized really quick that it was fast. He quickly looked at his shoulder to see how bad it was. The wound hurt, but the claw that got him didn't go too deep. He couldn't worry about it right now, however. The monster growled again before it rushed him once more. Percy could tell it was big too. Probably a foot or so taller than him.

"Always have to run into something in these fucking woods." he muttered to himself.

His eyes widened when the growling and snarling got louder as the monster stepped out from behind the nearest tree. Two gold orbs were glaring at him with intensity as they glowed brightly in the dark. The first thing he noticed, was this thing almost looked…..human. Percy was quick to observe it. The monster had huge four toed paws for feet. It's legs bent backwards from the knee down. It was muscular and covered in dark brown fur. There were shredded remains of clothing over it's upper legs and over the torso. There was a considerable amount of blood on them as well along with it's fur. What really took Percy off guard, was it's face. The fur thinned out as it got to the edges of the face, so Percy could clearly see dozens of sharp teeth and four fangs. The ears were almost hidden by the thick hair on it's head, but he could see they were pointed. The nose was the most normal looking thing on this monster. The thing could've been giving him a straight face and he wouldn't have known thanks to the permanent glare it looked to be giving. Finally, he looked down it's powerful arms to see ten clawed fingers. They were long and he could tell they were razor sharp. If the wound at his shoulder currently was any indication to go by.

It rushed forward again wildly and carelessly. Percy did his best to dodge and avoid while trying to deliver a few strikes of his own with Riptide. The damn thing was just too fast. The beast managed to claw him across the chest, only managing to destroy his leather armor. Sure, he still got scratched, but Percy knew he couldn't let it do that again. Had he not been wearing armor, he'd be seeing his guts hanging out. Percy lashed out with his sword and threw a few fast strikes. It managed to dodge all of them and grab his sword arm. Percy groaned and struggled against it, but the monster was too strong. It gripped his forearm tighter and tighter until a loud 'snap' was heard. Percy yelled out in pain as he felt his wrist break and his hand dropped Riptide. He punched it in the face and it stumbled back, letting go of him. Percy grabbed his sword and defended himself as he tucked in his now useless right arm. It was a good thing Annabeth helped him learn how to fight with both hands. The beast tried to attack again, but Percy cut it's clawed left hand off. It roared in rage and ran it's right hand across his face. Percy fell to the ground as three large gashes now occupied half of his face. Two ran along his left cheek with one along his temple and above his eyebrow. He could feel the blood running down his face, but the adrenaline was helping him ignore it and the pain. Percy looked up to see the monster was still making noises in pain as it held it's heavily bleeding wrist. But that isn't what surprised him.

The wound was….steaming….as if Percy's sword had burned it. It roared and came at him again, but Percy used the moisture in the air to make a large shield of water. He merely had to think of what he wanted before a strong dome of ice was around him. Percy stood as it pounded on the ice barrier and glared at the monster. Until a thought struck him.

"Full moon…..Looks like a human and a wolf…..."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." he said to himself as he kept staring at it.

It was just pounding on the ice, not caring that it's fist was starting to bleed. It were as if it's only goal in life was killing him.

"Just when I thought I'd seen everything, a fucking werewolf shows up." he thought to himself.

Obviously, the son of Poseidon didn't have any silver on him, but it looked like Riptide did a number on the thing. These thoughts left him as he saw the werewolf stop hitting the now heavily cracked ice. He wondered why, until he saw where it's attention now was. The hand he had cut off was now slowly growing back.

"Oh, now that's just bullshit." he muttered angrily.

Percy had to do something while it was distracted. Now. So, he shot out his hand, making the ice around him explode and turn into dozens of jagged shards that went into the werewolf's arms, legs, torso, neck, and even a few into it's ugly mug. The beast stumbled back and fell to the ground without making a sound. It laid there, not moving as Percy slowly and cautiously approached. He stood over it and aimed his sword at it as the werewolf laid there, motionless. And then, just when Percy was about to pull away, it opened it's eyes and reached up to grab him by the throat. Percy struggled again as he tried to breath, but it was still too strong. He was forced to evaporate the ice shards as the werewolf pulled him closer as it roared in his face. In a last effort, the demigod jammed Riptide where he assumed it's heart was. It roared louder as it's hand was fully grown back and the monster used it to run it's new claws along his chest. Percy yelled in pain and jammed Riptide into the werewolf all the way to it's guard. As he did this, the monster opened it's mouth wide and bit down where his neck and right shoulder met.

"GAAAAH!" he screamed in agony as the fangs dug deep into his skin and made it feel as though he were on fire.

In retaliation, he pulled Riptide out and jammed it back in repeatedly. All the while, the werewolf made more gashes over his chest and reached around to his back to run it's claws down, making huge and deep wounds. It finally let go and fell back to the ground, going motionless again as it's eyes closed. Percy slowly staggered up as he bled heavily all over. He couldn't feel anything anymore, only being fueled by the adrenaline. He thought of the other ways to kill werewolves without silver.

"Damage it beyond it's healing capabilities? No. I'd have to cut it apart. There's no time for that. Fire isn't an option." Percy thought hard and fast until it struck him, "The head!"

Without hesitation, Percy lifted Riptide high and brought it down on the werewolf's neck. At the same moment, it's eyes opened wide again and it let out a deafening roar, but it was too late. Percy screamed a battle cry of his own and cut the roar off as it's head fell off of it's shoulders. The son of Poseidon kicked it across the ground before spitting some of his blood on the lifeless body.

"Fuck you, Fido." he groaned out.

Before Percy started stumbling away, he watched it slowly turn to dust. But not gold dust. It was silver. This confused him, but he couldn't dwell on it. He needed help. Fast. Every step he took made immense pain shoot up through him from the multiple wounds. He was losing a lot of blood and he needed to get to someone right now. Or the creek. Yeah. The water would heal him. Or at least keep him alive. He heard cheering as he leaned up against a tree as blood trailed behind him and down the trunk. Percy let out short and labored breathes, but he fought on with the little strength he had.

"Water…..Gotta get…..to the water…..." became the only thought in his head as he stumbled closer and closer to where he needed to be.

Percy finally couldn't walk any further. And the creek was so close, but not close enough. He reached out to the water with his good arm. He'd dropped Riptide a while ago, but of course wasn't worried about it. Gathering everything he had, Percy pulled himself across the dirt and grass. Crawling to the water until he finally made it. He sighed with relief as it slowly began healing him. Percy didn't care that the water was sending him downstream towards the cheering of campers. His eyes slowly closed and they refused to open as heard his girlfriend screaming before losing consciousness. Better he had died that night.

Percy ended up fading in and out, still feeling pain as he heard distorted voices all around him. He didn't have the strength to do anything though. Not even open his eyes. He'd felt himself being moved. Picked up on a stretcher. Either that or someone ended up carrying him. Not long after that, he felt a soft bed under him, but his back still felt as though it were on fire. That and his chest. No. His whole body felt as if it were burning. He heard a familiar voice. It was muffled but he could make it out.

"Don't worry, Perce. I won't let you die on me. I'll take good care of ya." Apollo assured somewhere above him.

He could feel warm fingers forcing his right eye open before a light blinded him. The same went for his left eye before a needle was pushed into his left arm. Percy hated needles, but he couldn't object. He was half dead. It wasn't long until he finally let go and faded away. Not realizing what he was doing. The last thing he heard being a single long and steady beep.

While that was happening, all of the occupants currently in the room with the badly wounded demigod were panicking. Percy had been taken to the intensive care wing of the infirmary, which had been turned into a small hospital. He was hooked up to a heart monitor immediately after being carried there by Jason, who had ended up with a good amount of blood on him. After the children of Apollo tended to that and were quick to summon their father, the god of healing took over. Jason had to hold the sobbing daughter of Athena back as she tried to go to her boyfriend's side as Percy flat lined.

"Do something! Please!" she begged.

Hades had to do the same to Poseidon, keeping his brother from going forward. Apollo was at Percy's side, giving him CPR and trying to bring him back to life. After a failed attempt, he turned to Zeus.

"Father, I need you over here right now." he requested calmly.

The thunder god didn't hesitate, moving so he was across from his son, who was still frantically pumping Percy's chest.

"What do you need me to do, son?" Zeus asked.

"I can't get a defibrillator. There's no time. When I tell you to, put your hands on his chest, and jump start his heart. Alright?" Apollo explained.

Zeus nodded and waited as Apollo kept at his work.

"Now!" the sun god exclaimed before he stepped back.

Electricity sparked around his hands as Zeus rested them against Percy's chest. Shortly after, the son of Poseidon's body jolted as an electric current ran through him. Apollo leaned down and felt around for a pulse and listened for breathing, but nothing happened.

"Again!" he told his father.

Zeus did as asked and Apollo waited after another jolt was sent through Percy. Then, the monitor finally beeped. After a minute, it kept beeping. Apollo sighed in relief and watched as Percy's heartbeat got steadier and stronger. Percy gasped for breathe and his body jerked up slightly before relaxing. Apollo had to explain that what happened was a reflex before getting to work. The god started removing what was left of Percy's armor and shirt as he said,

"I need everyone to leave right now. I can't concentrate with a room full of worried gods and demigods."

There were objections, but Zeus managed to get everyone out. Except Poseidon. He walked up next to Apollo and gently ran his hand along the side of his son's face.

"Please take care of him." Poseidon begged his nephew softly.

"I promise." Apollo assured.

The god of the sea looked at him in thanks before leaving. He trusted his nephew to keep that promise. He left, with only one place to go in his mind. Where his son was attacked.

"Can you help me, niece? I need to know what hurt my son and if he killed it." Poseidon said as he walked behind Artemis.

The moon was still high, making plenty of light for the goddess. It might as well have been daytime to her. The sea god had summoned her shortly after making it to the treeline of the South woods. A shaky Annabeth had explained Percy's task and where he went during the game.

"Of course I can, uncle." she responded, not looking back to him.

She could smell it from where they were. The scent of blood. They came upon a tree not far from the creek. Artemis touched it, pulling her fingers away to see blood. Percy's. She only had to look down to see the very visible blood trail. Poseidon saw it too. Looking to each other briefly, both of them sprinted off in the direction it came from. A minute later, they had made it to where it happened. Artemis stopped her uncle from going forward before he could mess anything up. The huntress made a large circle, looking at the dirt and grass calculatingly.

"It took him by surprise." she explained, "Came at him from behind at first."

Poseidon didn't dare say a word. Just listened. Artemis saw more than a few claw marks and paw prints. She stopped at a tree and traced five claw marks with her fingers, noticing that the monster had five clawed fingers.

"Claws. It had clawed fingers. Humanoid." the goddess went on as she stepped where Percy was, "It attacked and withdrew once. Testing him for weak points. It was fast."

She stopped again at the spot Percy threw up his ice shield. There were marks in the dirt from the shield exploding outward and wet dirt where the ice melted.

"It managed to wound him again. Perseus defended himself as best he could. He lashed out with his power and it landed…...here." she told the sea god as if she were seeing it happen, "He walked over to see if it was dead, it wasn't."

Artemis stood over where there were a few small pools of blood, spatter, and silver dust among it all. The goddess paused at seeing the dust. She knew better than almost anyone. That was not left by an ordinary monster.

"It grabbed him. Clawed him and wounded him more. Perseus returned the favor by stabbing it through the heart and cutting it's head off. Here is where his sword went into the ground a few times. That's where he kicked the head away after taking the final swing." Artemis pointed out.

Poseidon nodded in understanding from where he stood before finally speaking.

"What was it, Artemis?" the god asked.

Artemis was slow to answer, uncertain if she should. There was no knowing how the god would react to hearing his son was now part monster and would be forced to turn on the next full moon. There was especially no knowing what the son of Poseidon would do when he did turn. The only thing that his other side would want to do, would be to kill everything that it came across. The werewolf that attacked him tonight, it wanted more than that. Not just the thrill of the kill. It wanted to hunt and devour him. The goddess slowly stood and faced her uncle, who looked worried and concerned beyond belief.

"It…..was a werewolf, uncle….." Artemis answered slowly.

Poseidon's eyes widened and he slowly stumbled back a step to lean against a tree.

"No. No, this can't be happening. Not to my son. Please." he thought, begging Chaos at the end.

"It bit him. He is one now." Poseidon said quietly, but Artemis could hear.

Artemis shook her head as she walked over to her uncle.

"We cannot know for sure, uncle. Not yet. If his wounds heal normally, then you have nothing to worry about." she tried to assure.

The goddess would have rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, had she not been in her twelve year old form and very much dwarfed by the god. Poseidon looked down at her with hopelessness.

"And if his wounds do heal rapidly? When all of his scars disappear and no traces of him ever being hurt are left? I saw the bite, Artemis. There is no way werewolf venom isn't running through his body as we speak." the god denied.

Artemis sighed and looked at him sadly. This was very bad. Percy was a good man. One of the few. He did not deserve this.

"Then, I am truly sorry to tell you uncle. Unless he learns control, he won't have a home here anymore. The gods won't let him live in their domain. And certainly not in a camp full of their children." she told him.