Psychokinetic Disaster (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Subject 26-X8 has escaped

Subject 26-X8 has escaped

The alarms ringed loudly. The boy groaned as he lifted his head off the floor. Or what looked like an endless dark void. The pounding in his head won't cease. Carefully, he lifted his arms but was unable to stretch farther than they are. He was restrained; cuffed. The alarms continued to resonate around the room. Or was it from the outside? Reaching up, his hands felt a cold steel surface. It occurred to the boy that his head was locked in helmet-like steel. Where am I? The escapee thought. The pounding ache in his mind increased. He shut his eyes closed and let out an ear-piercing yell. He let forth a burst of force and the chains bounding his hands and feet broke easily. The pieces of metal made a clanging sound as it hit the floor.

Subject 26-X8 has escaped

Subject 26-X8 has escaped

Sitting up slowly, his eyes tried to focus on anything. Realizing the helmet-like lock around his head hasn't broken off, he raised his hands to his head to search for anything that felt like a latch of some sort. Something that will disable the lock on his head. The boy frowned in defeat in finding none. He rose up steadily and waved his arms around aimlessly for anything to grasp onto. The sound of a whirring machine got his attention. It sounded like automatic doors opening as it scratched the ground. "Freeze! Stay low!" an alarming voice shouted across the room. Guns were loaded and footsteps sounded hurried. Panic rose in the boy as he moved his head around, trying to find the source of the sound.

"I said freeze!" the owner's voice echoed once more. His mind became hazy as everything seemed to stop. The sound of guns firing his way snapped his mind into autopilot. His hands that were dangling by his side seconds ago flew up in front of him in a stopping motion. The boy waited for the antagonizing pain the bullets will bring him but it never came. The firing proceeded but no bullets came in contact with his skin. He waited until the firing died down yet it felt like he was holding onto something. Slowly, but surely, he pulled his arms in a feet away from his chest before extending them with sudden force.

Gasps and screams resonated across the room. His mind pounded once more. He listened to the, unknown to him, lifeless bodies dropping on the floor. Was he captured? Was he a bad guy? He doesn't know. The boy tried to recall anything from the past. Long needles injecting him; endless darkness; echoing footsteps; and a girl's voice. Other than that, everything else was blurry. He could not remember a thing before this lock around his head was placed. Did he have a family? Was he alone? He shook his head and decided to question his life later. Right now, he needs to get out of this prison that kept him locked up.

He dragged his feet across the white floor. His hands placed on pristine white walls steadying him as he trudged his way around the so-called prison. Voices started to fill his mind while memories came crashing down on him. The boy grunted in pain as his head ached again.

"I am Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Professor Dare if you may. And I'll be checking on you time to time"

The woman's voice entered his mind. He recalls the girl saying nonsense as the needles injected his body. The boy wouldn't talk back but the girl seems to have no problem with that. She expected no answer from the boy in chains anyway.

"In case if you're wondering, which I'm certain you are, you're in Laboratory DL2F. I'm restricted from telling you what DL2F means but that is the least of your problems"

Laboratory. He remembers now. He was locked up in a laboratory where this girl, Rachel, or Professor Dare, was checking up on him. She never told him what DL2F means. She told him that he was a special case. One that is feral. The chains and the lock on his head were heavy restraints to prevent him from causing danger to others. He was even locked in a steel prison-like cage that drains this source of power in his mind. "Oh my god, it's him. He's out. Fire!" one of the guards yelled. The firing continued yet no bullet pierced through his skin. An unknown defensive force field circled the boy as he walked forward. Prison-like cage. If he was locked up in a cage, then how did he manage to get out? Was that why he was lying on the ground? More likely, he fell. Someone has unlocked the cage. Someone who intended to release him.