Who lives, Who Dies? (PJO and HOO AU)

Prologue

Warning: There will be swearing it's just how I write. ( Everybody's the same age) (Please alert me of any grammar or spelling mistakes) ( Leo will only be mentioned as latino boy for half the chapter)

The sounds of sneakers skittering across the floor filled the air, as the high school students fled out of their classes and into the halls. After surviving six hours of hell and learning spanned across five days, the students were desperate to exit the building and start their weekend. After sitting through a hour of class, repeatedly getting dismissed by teachers to go to the bathroom. Even after they insisted countless times that it was a emergency and that they wouldn't cut class. Students who had ate the mystery meat, shoved their classmates desperate to reach the bathrooms before they disgorged.

The hall was filled with students loud shouts and cries, as they discussed weekend plans and bets of who could take the most shots of alcohol. Many other students sick of the people around them quickly got their stuff out of their lockers and shoved their annoying classmates to reach the door, desperate to get out of their description of living hell.

Looking back, no one thought that these events would lead up to the most devastating murders in the country. No one realized that all those students they laughed out, bullied, or wanted to be, wouldn't be returning to school on Monday. Nobody ever thought that out of the group of fifteen kids involved in that whole mess, one kid would arise from the chaos and become the world's most notorious killer.

No one saw the signs. But how can you see the signs if your not looking for them?

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No one saw the Latino boy, short and lanky, skitter through the halls, desperate to find the person he seeked. No one knew that the Latino boy was planning on leaving the city tonight. No one knew that his mother was dead, and he was currently living in a foster home. No one knew that he had a made up a master plan, the Latino boy would not let anyone interfere with it. No one could stop him now. Well . . . maybe one person. But she was dead too. The Latino boy was all alone, no one to help him, then or now.

No one thought that the small Latino boy would be gone in flash, no one thought that his life would end so quickly. For the boy his life lasted longer than three lifetimes, but for everyone else his life ended too quickly. If there was a chance to rewrite it all, and change everything, every single person in that high school you would ask, would give you the same answer. If they could go back and change it, they would save him.

But if it wasn't for the incident, honestly, no one would even know his name. But who needs a name? A future serial killer can't let his identity get out, now can he?

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Nobody saw the couple walk down the halls laughing. The couple consists on a girl, with short black hair, the hair style seemed to come out of a 2005 version of Punk weekly. One streak was dyed purple. The boy leaned down and kissed her cheek, as they continued to talk about what they could do this weekend. The boy had blonde hair which was neatly trimmed. The boy was tall and muscular and everywhere he went the ladies seemed to swarm around him in fits of giggles, before they back away at the girl's glare.

The girl's named was Thalia Grace, and the boy's name, was Luke Castellan.

No one have thought that one of them would turn up dead in less than forty - eight hours.

No one seemed to notice the shadow that seemed to pass on Luke's face as he caught eyes with the Latino boy. A silent conversation passed between them.