Raising a Demon

Ch.1

- PERCY POV. -

April 23, 2014. 3:40 AM, The back of a van.

Everything was black.

Wow. That sounds like the beginning of a thriller movie, doesn't it? I mean it's not like they say anything but- Getting off track. Ignore that, please.

Alright, I guess that is one way to introduce myself. So yeah, my name is Percy Jackson, the son of Sally Jackson, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, earthquakes, father of horses, etc. Right, you get the gist, I'm the son of a mortal and a god, making me a demigod.

The worst thing you can ever be in a world filled with gods, monsters, titans, etc.

Right, so I have been kidnapped. Again.

I had woken up from vibrations underneath me, shaking me awake as I tried to recollect myself. I wasn't fully awake until a throbbing pain on the back of my head spiked throughout my skull.

When I peeled my eyes open, I realized that everything was black. It took me a moment to register that I had a bag over my head, with my hands and legs tied behind my back.

As you can see, I have obviously been kidnapped.

You're probably wondering how I got here...

Let me tell you, it started off as probably the worst summer ever.

- Flashback -

March 20, 2014. 10:50 PM, Camp Half-blood.

Annabeth and I were sitting out on the beach while everyone else was at the campfire. For weeks now, I've been gathering the courage to tell her a secret I've kept from her after all these years.

Finally, I broke the silence, "Annabeth... t-there's something I need to tell you."

Annabeth slowly lifted her head off my shoulder, looking up at me with worry. For a split second, her eyes flashed with fear.

Why is she scared?

...Oh.

She thinks I'm going to break up with her.

I knew I should have prepared; now she's scared that I'll leave her. I mean, I wouldn't blame her; we haven't exactly been the same as we used to be before the Pit. The two of us changed so drastically that we don't even recognize each other.

Annabeth became a bit bipolar. She was snappy and rude to other people but would be sweet and sassy with me. There was one specific difference that stood out the most.

She started to cling to me like a leech, hugging my arm or waist in a very possessive manner when other people were around. It irritated me a lot since I couldn't do my chores and duties without her clinging to me.

Every time I told her to stop, she would get defensive and start a fight between us.

Our friends, or should I say my friends, try to stay clear of her, but that just pisses her off more. Piper and Hazel tried to be friendly to her but eventually ignored her as well.

I don't know what exactly happened; none of them would say anything.

I suppose I've become more stoic and expressionless nowadays.

I still joke around and stuff, but a particular son of Hephaestus said that my smile is getting smaller and smaller every day. He was right; my expressions drifted between a fake smile to a reflexive smirk that I've grown accustomed to.