Hey Beautifuls ;D Hope you enjoy this new story

I don't own PJO. P.S. This will probably all be written in Percy's POV

I leaned against the giant oak tree, trying to catch my breath and hide at the same time. Thankfully for me, the night sky was covered with clouds, blocking the light of the moon. Hopefully the authorities would have a harder time catching me now.

In case you were wondering about why I'm on the run, I'll give you a brief run-down on the story.

My name in Perseus Jackson, but I hate that name so everyone calls me Percy. I'm seventeen years and I never knew my dad. Just recently, I was responsible for the explosion that rendered my mom, Sally Jackson, in hospital. It wasn't intentional, I swear. I love my mom more than anyone in the world, she's great. But my temper got out of control and something happened, I don't know.

The only thing keeping me from breaking in tears, or going insane or something, was the fact that if the polie caught me, who knew what they would do. Send me to mental institution? Send me to Juvenile detention? I wasn't going to take the chance.

A flashlight beam appeared slightly behind me, and I took off. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard it hurt. My muscles ached with strain.

Come on, Perce, I thought, You can do this. Keep going. I tried to keep my emotions under control. I couldn't get panicked or scared or angry like when the explosion happened. I wasn't going to hurt more people.

As I ran, there was a shouted behind me and the sound of barking dogs. Oh shit, no way could I outrun a dog.

'Stop running, kid. We won't hurt you!' One of police officers yelled. Yeah right. I ran even faster, hoping to the gods that they wouldn't release the hounds. I felt like the kid off of the Titanium film clip, scared and on the run. I was like that kid in a way, but the explosion I caused was ten times worse.

The barking got louder and louder until it was right behind me, but I kept going. The police dog jumped onto my back, knocking my to the ground.

In seconds that police were there too. They pointed there gun at me and ordered me to get on my knees and put my hands behind my heads.

I felt closer to tears than I ever had in my life, even more than when my grandparents passed away. 'It was't my fault I swear. I didn't mean it.' I said shakily. You could hear scared I really felt in my voice.

'I know buddy, just do what we asked.'

'What are you gonna do to me?'

I could hear him falter before he answered. 'We're going to help you, kid.'

I got to my knees and put my hands on my head. One the officers came towards me and pulled my hands behind my back, securing them with handcuffs. I felt my breathing start to get out of control. Oh no.

Calm down, Percy. They're going to help you. I kept telling myself.

The police men led me back to their car, and put me in the back. 'Where are we going?' I asked.

Before he shut the door, one of them said, 'To the doctors.'

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in the car.

When I woke up again, a police man was shaking my shoulder, telling me to get up.

I followed in to hospital. They were going to put me in the psychiatric ward!

I stopped dead in my tracks, trying to get away. The police man grabbed my arm to stop me from running away.

'I'm not crazy! I can't go to the mental institution.' I bet that outburst probably convinced him otherwise, but he grabbed my other arm and looked me in the eye.

'I know you're not crazy, kid. We're just going to see what happened.'

My temper was going crazy again. I closed my eyes for a count of three, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I finally started following the man again. He took me to a room, and told me to sit down in one of the chairs. A middle-aged woman occupied the other.

'Good morning.' She said. 'I'm Doctor Calvin, what's your name?'

She spoke to me like I was stupid. 'Percy.'

'Well then, Percy, would you like to tell me what happened?'

I told her the whole story, about how angry and scared I felt and about how guilty I was feeling about Mom. The story probably took about ten, and when I was done explaining, she asked if she could take a blood-test.

While she collecting the test results, I got incredibly bored. Being ADHD didn't help. After half an hour or so, Dr Calvin came back. She asked to speak to the police privately, but I caught a few words. '...telekinetic... institution... Solace.' They didn't make much sense, but the two first words made me nervous.

'Ok Percy. Have you ever heard of telekinesis?'

I nodded.

'I believe that is the cause of the explosion.'

The words reeled in my head, and all that I could make out of it was... 'You think I'm a telekinetic?'

'The test results showed positive to that energy, yes.'

She let that sink in. 'So it was my fault. Mom...'

'I'm sorry Percy. But there are people who can help you, and others like you. You can learn to control this ability-'

I cut her off. 'I don't want to control it, I don't ant to be able to use it at will.'

Dr Calvin smiled sadly. 'Not so that you can use it, Percy, but so that you can keep it from taking over you again. You wouldn't want to hurt anyone else would you?'

I sat for a minute. 'Fine, but where do I go?'

'It's called Goode Institute for Gifted Kids. I can arrange for someone to come and pick you up.' Dr Calvin said she stood up and left.

A man called Argus came to take to Goode. He seemed nice, but he didn't speak much. I just sat in the back seat, trying to remain calm.

Goode was a huge estate in the remote farmlard in Pennsylvania. Argus drove up the driveway to the front door of a huge marble mansion, like the house from Downtown Abbey. I got out of the car and walked to the front door. I took a deep, shaky breath and entered the mansion. I doorbell rang as the opening door knocked against it, and in minutes a man in a wheelchair entered the room.

Jeez, this it like freaking X-Men!

The man wheeled over to me. 'Mr Jackson, welcome to Goode.'

Well, what do you thinks lovelies! ;D Please R&R