The Hunter and His Prey

Summary: Alternative Universe. Percy is rescued by Chaos from his step-father, Gabe, when he was 12 years old. He becomes Chaos' second, but what happens when he has to go undercover to Camp Half-Blood?

Prologue

Hunter's POV

I stood in the middle of New York, the sun peaking out from between the buildings. The sky was grey and the rain was drizzling down upon the people of New York.

My back was pressed against the wall of a building on one side of the street. People walking past me, brushing against me, forcing themselves through the crowd. Cars travelling up and down the street. Every time one passed, the wind caught hats and umbrellas, attempting to pull them out of the grasping hands of the New Yorkers.

Occasionally, a car would drive through a puddle, soaking the people on the pavement. Curses were shouted at he drivers as the people dripped water onto the ground beneath their feet.

I stood motionless, taking it all in, before my attention was caught by a big glass box on the other side of the road. Inside was a boy of 12, banging his fists against the walls of glass. The people on the pavements walked by, oblivious to the boy's movements. His inky black hair falling into pain filled green eyes. Behind him stood a man, not tall and certainly not skinny. He had a belt in his hand and he drew it back, preparing to hit the boy. The boy opened his mouth in a soundless cry, the glass stopping the boy from being heard. The belt was whipped again and again against the back of the 12 year old boy. The boy crumpled, unable to stand because of the beating he received. The man put his belt back on before sitting down and falling asleep, slumped in the corner. The boy sobbing on the floor.

Suddenly a burst of gold light appeared inside the glass cube. As the light faded, a man, over 6 foot in height, stepped towards the crying boy. The man crouched down in front of him and held out a hand. The boy looked up at the man and hesitantly accepted his hand. The gold light that had appeared before shone out from the man and the boy as they disappeared.

I stood there for a few more seconds before the street started fading from my view.

I woke up, gasping. My black hair slicked against my forehead with sweat. My breathing coming in pants, the sheets tangled around my body.

I calmed myself down before thinking about my dream. It was one I had had before, always exactly the same. Gabe, the man with the belt; Chaos, the man who appeared in the gold light; and the boy, a much younger version of me.

The dream showed how I was abused and beaten before Chaos rescued me.

Many things have happened in my life since then. But that was the point that marked my becoming Hunter, feared throughout worlds and galaxies, and that was the point that marked the end of the unknowing, innocent child called Percy Jackson.