Xenomorphic

Chapter 1

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A hospital...somewhere in Manhattan

August 18, 1993

12 A.M.

Sally Jackson lied asleep in her hospital bed.

She had just given birth to her son, Perseus Jackson. An unusual name, but, considering who his father is, perhaps one that makes sense. She met Percy's father on Montauk Beach. Tall, nice tan, black hair, well-muscled, and captivating sea-green eyes. They made small talk, agreed to meet each other more often, and after a few months...boom, a broken oath and a new Sea Prince. Of course, after that wild night, Poseidon revealed that he was much more than a handsome man with the name of a Greek god...he was the god himself.

Sally accepted that with so little hesitance, Poseidon thought she was still delirious from last night. Her argument was that 'no man has that much stamina.'

...Anyway, after the not-so-big reveal, they got serious. Poseidon told her about the Big Three Pact between him and his brothers, Zeus and Hades. He told her about the life a demigod faced, and how Percy's was going to be especially dangerous...and tragic. He told her about the Great Prophecy, how the child was supposed to die at the climax...and that Percy's birth signaled its heralding. He left out the fact that Thalia Grace had been born and subsequently turned into a tree at fourteen years old because Hades was angry at Zeus.

That wouldn't help the situation any better than the next part.

Because he was an Olympic God, he couldn't stay with Sally. His absence was already raising questions, mainly from his wife, Amphitrite. She was always very intuitive. He had a feeling that she knew what was really going on.

With the realization that she would have to raise a Big Three demigod, who may or may not be the Child of Prophecy, by herself, Sally broke into tears. Why was her life so difficult!?

Poseidon had consoled his sobbing lover. After she had cried all of her tears, Poseidon held her close to him, his warmth bringing comfort to her distraught form. After she had calmed down, Poseidon bade her fare well.

Over the next nine months, Poseidon visited Sally, checking up on her and his unborn son. They talked, caught up with each other, and made plans for every scenario they could come up with. Then, the fateful day arrived.

Poseidon had waited in the...waiting...room. Obviously. He wasn't allowed in to be there for the birthing. Not that he wanted to, really. Who wants to see their wife cut open to reveal the innards of the human body? He didn't, that's for sure.

The birthing had gone off without a hitch. They used a C-section, went in, brought him out, and sewed her back up.

The doctor showed the 'happy couple' their new baby boy. A near perfect replica of his father, the boy had tufts of raven hair, tan-ish skin, had his father's eyes. After giving him the name 'Perseus', in the hope that his life would end happily, they gave Sally a sedative, and Poseidon returned to Atlantis a happy man. It was the last time they would ever see each other.

The doctors took the newborn to a nursery to perform routine tests to determine health.

Now then, after all of that lovely backstory, it's time for the story to begin. You see, because Percy is the child of a mortal and a god, only half of his genetic code is written.

The mortal half.

The other half, the godly half, appeared as gold nitrogenous bases. It's this gold DNA that gives a demigod their power. It's also the reason that Percy's life is about to embark on a scientific roller coaster straight to Hell.