Raising a Demon

Ch.10

(A/N)  Warning!! Mention of blood and gore.

- 3RD PERSON -

November 11, 2014. 8:57 PM, Percy's apartment.

'This cannot be happening.'

Percy could not believe any of this was true, struggling to even grasp the concept of it all. 'How can this even be possible?'

The letter didn't give any info on who the original father was, but by how Talia worded it, it seems he was never suppose to know. Probably to keep him from giving the boy to the man instead of raising the kid himself.

How is this even going to work? Sure he has plenty of experience with kids, but this was basically the cherry on top of this cake of chaos.

He has a sibling on the way, his mother still in the hospital, his responsibilities as CEO, and now a son to care for.

There are so many questions going through his head that he barely realized that his eyes were drooping. Sleep, being as persistent as ever, began to slowly make the demigod slip into a dream-filled slumber.

A slumber in which brought back memories of the past.

- Dream -

November 16, 2003. 11:41 AM, Maple Grove Institution.

Percy walked down the brightly-lit hallway of the school, his posture slumped from the constant hours of no sleep. His heels were clicking against the tiled floor, making a repeating echo throughout the big corridor.

The faint sounds of teachers and students talking in classrooms began to lull him into a daze. He didn't realize that he had already passed his destination until he ran right into a pair middle schoolers waiting beside the door.

Quite literally, in fact.

He was shook out his stupor once he realized that he point-blank walked right into one of their chests before falling to the ground with a loud 'thump'.

He stayed seated on the ground as he gathered his belongings, trying to ignore the heated stares from the two boy's standing in front of him. It was only when he had collected everything when one of the boy's grabbed his shirt and yanked him upwards.

"You stupid little brat!" He snarled, practically nose to nose with Percy as he spoke. "You scuffed my uniform! Do you have any idea how long it took to get it this sleek!?"

Percy didn't answer, refusing to look at him but rather the grey lockers beside them. Not meeting their eyes was the best tactic he used around bullies, and it was mostly effective. Ambrose has been teaching him hand to hand combat, but when it comes to the point where he could use the basic skills; he freezes up.

"Hey! Answer me!" The boy continued to growl, shaking Percy so aggressively that his head bobbed back and forth. When he still didn't respond, the bully held up his fist in a intimidating manner as he sneered, "You better say something, freak, or else your face will be black and blue by the time I'm done with you."

Still yet, Percy remained silent; even as the fist came crashing against his face with a harsh thud.

The force of the hit made him jerk his head backwards; the pain of his cheekbone burning. The hits did not stop, before one boy decided to pin his wrists to the ground while the other straddled his legs.

The strikes on his body were painful; the bruises were beginning to form and the swelling started to rise. His face was mostly targeted, but he was only half aware of what was going on despite the torment being inflicted upon him.