I do not own PJO or HOO and I never will.

Disclaimer: This chapter contains dark themes that may be unsuitable to some audiences.

Okay, lets get something clear right now. I don't like you. Not one bit. It's nothing personal, I just don't like people very much. Call me antisocial I guess. But at the same time, it seems I feel some sort of connection to you. So sit down, grab your popcorn, drink some Nesquik, cause were gonna have a while till this one's over.

Let's start a long, long time ago, when a baby was born. This was not an ordinary baby, oh no. This baby had the most unique features that you would not find on an ordinary child.

This baby had raven black hair, naturally tanner skin than an ordinary newborn, and the most peculiar eyes. These eyes were the color of the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. A beautiful shade of green, that would make you want to stare into them for hours.

That baby was named Perseus "Percy" Jackson. AKA me.

Percy's father had left when he was born, that was what his mother had told him at least, and Percy always had a fascination with him. Every time that Percy asked about his father and why he wasn't with the two of them, his mother Sally Jackson told him that he wished that he could, but he simply couldn't. She said that he wasn't allow to, but he would do anything to be with them. And Sally always made sure to tell her son just how much his father loved him. Despite that, Percy still had a hole in his life where his father should've been.

Despite his lack of a father figure, Percy was still a very happy kid. He had the ability to light up the entire room when he was in it, and he had the knack of just making people fall in love with him in seconds. The little boy also had the same curiosity and loving nature that his father had, something Sally loved about him. And sometimes when the mother and son laid in bed together, Sally would hold her little boy close and take in the aroma of the sea that seemed to always envelop her son.

When Percy was at the very young age of three, he learned that he had the ability to breathe, hear, and see clearly underwater. He was also able to talk to aquatic animals and horses. Of course he found these things strange, and whenever he confronted his mother about this she would always say it was his imagination.

He'll learn soon enough. She always thought.

Life was perfect, but unfortunately the Three Bitches couldn't allow that to roll.

The first monster attacked on a sunny afternoon in Central Park. A five year old Percy was playing in the grass next to a small pond, talking to the small guppies.

Everything was going fine until, Master! Behind you!

Young Percy turned around to be greeted with a 10 foot python, with venom dripping from its fangs.

Sally Jackson heard her son release a loud scream, and hurried to where he was. She was shocked when she saw her son holding a dead snake by its throat, before it exploded into dust.

His father had warned her of this, but she never thought much of it. But now, it was a problem.

One day, she returned from work with a large, fat, bald man who radiated a horrid scent. Gabe was the name. It didn't affect young Percy at all, he was gonna be the father figure he never had.

Well, that didn't last very long.

After a few months of acting like a responsible adult and father, a shitty week at work seemed to just turn a switch in his mind to the worst.

He stopped working, became an alcoholic, and was not a very nice man to the people living with him. Not at all.

Gabe didn't stop there, when his mother was at work, he would abuse Percy. He would beat him whenever he was drunk, which was basically all the time. But the worst was true tool of torture. The Paintbrush

The Paintbrush was what Gabe called his long pocket knife that he used to cut Percy with. He said that Percy's body was his painting easel, and he added "a work of art" every single day.

There were dozens, maybe hundreds of scars on the young boy's abdomen. Percy was pretty good at hiding the scars, and he had to. Because if he didn't, his stepfather said he would do something very, very bad to his mother.

One day, Percy really seemed to get under his skin. He caught Percy the moment he tried to sneak past him. Gabe grabbed the young boy and sat him on the couch. "Let's see little boy. What shall I add to my masterpiece today?"

Percy whimpered, which was awarded a slap to the face. "Don't be a little prick. Just for that, you get a little mark on that perfect face of yours." With that, he dragged the rough, rusty knife along the young boy's face.

The pain seemed to go on forever, but it really only took about 30 seconds for the demon of a man to leave a bloody cut from the top of Percy's right eyebrow, down to the right of his upper lip. Gabe threw Percy to the ground, leaving the physically and emotionally scarred boy to crawl to the bathroom.

Percy rose to find a teary, bloody version of his own face. He turned the sink on, and splashed it on his face, making the cut go away only to leave a white, jagged line.

He hid in the bathroom until he heard his mother scream. He rushed out the bathroom to see his mother on the floor, with a bloody nose. She looked at her son and gasped in shock. Gabe noticed this, and immediately kicked her in the gut. Sally doubled over, only to be yanked back up by the throat. Gabe ripped open the front of the woman's pants, making a button fly onto the floor. Sally was crying now, pleading for the man to stop, which seemed to only result in his grip around her throat tightening even more. Gabe pulled down the woman's pants, and was beginning to unbuckle his own. At this point, Percy ran up to the two, trying to do something to stop the evil man from hurting his mother. His efforts proved futile however, when Gabe backhanded the young boy very roughly, sending him a few feet back onto the floor.

Percy was groggy and could barely see the silhouette of the two people through the tears. He stayed on the floor, crying from pain for however long, until he saw his mother be released from the grasp of Gabe. He saw the pig run out the house, not even stopping to close the door. Percy stood from where he laid, and ran to the limp body of his mother. Red hand marks were around her neck, and her pants were pulled down to her ankles. Her eyes were open, but they were not the eyes of his mother Sally Jackson, simply a pair of eyes that he would see on a fake person in a museum. "Mommy?" The poor boy cried to no one his mother. He shook her arm. "Mommy, can you hear me?" Percy began to cry even more than before, as he laid on top of his diseased mother.

All of the sudden a woman's voice, one that Percy had never heard before, echoed within his mind: "Run into the city Perseus, and do not stop. I will make sure that you survive this horrid time." The voice sounded soothing, and like it genuinely cared for Percy's well being. "The neighbors have without a doubt called the police already, and your mother would have never wanted you to be given to live in another abusive household. I will protect you from the wild's dangers. This I promise to you, my child." Percy looked at Sally's lifeless body for a few seconds, until nodding. The voice was right. Kissing his mother one more time, the young boy ran out the door, and out onto the street. Looking down both ways, Percy shook his head with frustration, until he simply chose a way and began to run. And he didn't stop for who knows how long.