Fatal Flaw (a Percy Jackson AU)

The Beginnings

Piper
"I need to talk to you Pipes," my dad said.
I was excited and nervous. My dad, Tristan McClean, is a movie star. I hardly get to spend any time with him. However, his tone of voice scared me. I hope this wasn't about what I thought it was. I walked to my dad's room and faced him.
"Why Piper," my dad asked. "You shouldn't have stolen the BMV."
"I didn't steal it dad." I said. "They gave it to me."
My dad arched one eyebrow and I sighed. "There are better ways to get attention," he said in an exasperated tone.
"I'm not doing this for attention!" I said a angrily. That was a lie. I just wanted my dad to notice me.
"The dealership agreed to not press charges as long as you are admitted to Half Blood Hospital," he continued.
"What?" I shouted. "For how long?"
"That depends I how you behave," he said calmly. "Now, go pack some clothes and stuff. Your chauffeur will take you to the hospital."
Leo
  I knew I was busted as soon as I saw the police car. I had gotten two weeks of peace away from my latest foster home. My buddy Festus-he's a plush dragon- and I slept in the sewers and alleys for fourteen relatively peaceful days until the police showed up. They handcuffed and interrogated me like I was a criminal.
   "Why did you run away from home?" an officer asked.
   "I don't have a home anymore," I answered. "Festus and I like the alleys and garbage cans better than my foster home's sleeping bag."
   The officers didn't appreciate my humor. "I'm sorry young man," an officer began," but you will be sent to Half Blood Hospital's psych ward."
   With that pleasant thought they took me into their car and drove me to the hospital. All I had was Festus and myself.
Clarisse
"Shut up punk!" I yelled.
I was tired of Michael insulting me. Just because he knew both of his parents and had the money. He was nothing but a wimp.
"You are the punk!" he shouted back. "You couldn't even make the football team!"
I felt anger combust all my reason and leave me with just pure fury. It wasn't my fault I didn't get on the team. I was certainly better than Michael. The team just wouldn't accept girls-even if they were better than their star quarterback. I don't remember much except pulverizing Michael and being restrained. They later questioned me.
   "Why did you do this?" the counselor asked.
  "That punk deserved it," I answered."he's always insulting my family."
   "Clarisse," the counselor said," this is your tenth time in a week that you have gotten into a fight. Because of your anger issues we decided it would be best to send you to Half Blood Hospital."
  "You aren't sending me anywhere punk," I protested.
   "Do you need to be restrained?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
   I sighed and complied. Michael would get what was coming toward him soon enough.
Calypso
My silence was broken by men with black guns who called themselves police officers. I hadn't seen anyone except my dad, Atlas, for a year. Sometimes, his friends would come over, but I hadn't seen them in more than a year.
"How long have you been here miss?" one of the men asked.
"All my life," I replied. "My mom taught me when I was younger, but I never leave the house. My mom died five years ago and my dad hardly even talks to me anymore. Will you be my friend?"
I was desperate to talk to somebody, anybody. I saw the officers exchange glances. "Honey, we're going to take you to the hospital," one of them said. "You will make friends there."
I followed them outside my house. The sunlight was dazzling. I blinked and squinted as I sat down in the sick if their car and ride to to the hospital.
Frank
My mom died three weeks ago in Afghanistan. After she died, my grandmother and I moved to New York. My hallucinations, as my grandma calls them, have gotten worse since my mom died.
They feel so real. When I turn into an elephant, I feel stronger and more in control. As an iguana, I blend in. I also enjoy being a pig; pigs are smart.
My grandma makes fun of me. She tells me to stop snorting and quacking. She says to stop being a chicken, but it's not my fault when I turn into a chicken.
"Fai," my grandmother said, interrupting my thoughts. "I have been talking with people and they agree with me."
"That I'm as clumsy as an ox?" I asked.
"No you clumsy fool," she said,"although they might agree if I told them that. No. I mean, you need to go to Half Blood Hospital now."
What? Why? I knew there was no point in arguing with my grandmother. She always won. So I complied and took a ride to New York's specialty hospital for children.