A/N: Free time + too much excitement for the new story = update the very next day.

Hey, guys! I'm back with my newest story. NEVER LET ME GO was a success and that was all because of you. Hopefully, you haven't gotten tired of me yet and see this new story through.

I didn't achieve the 1000+ reviews with NEVER LET ME GO, but hopefully I will on this one. HELP ME REACH 1000= reviews! :D

Warning: I've warned you guys that this is the darkest story that I've written. This story will deal with sex, drug use and other mature stuff. If you're a kid reading this, I suggest don't, but the choice will be yours. Percy Jackson will be very different in the beginning of this story . . . let's see how he will progress and develop.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Sadly.)

DEMONS

PROLOGUE

August 18, 2001

The bomb had been set.

Visual on the subject? Affirmative.

The assassin sat on a chair offered by a sidewalk cafe where he bought his coffee, partly as a cover and partly because he needed the caffeine. It was his very first assignment, a very important one, he was told.

Accomplish this and you will be rewarded greatly, he remembered his employer saying. Fail and the consequences will be severe.

An hour later he received a package containing everything he needed to complete his task. He expected a gun, or perhaps some type of poison. What he didn't anticipate was a bomb. It was up to him how to plant it, he just had to make sure that at hour zero, it would kill his target.

Inside the package was also an encrypted phone. He knew that such device could only be obtained by the highest-ranking official of the government. Whether his employer was one, or just had a lot of connections, he didn't know. He didn't ask any questions. He hadn't even met him personally, only over a phone call. The phone had been modified so he can only receive and send text messages to only one number - an untraceable one, he might add.

He checked his watch. It read 10:44. One more minute and he would make his debut as a killer. He had spent the past week tailing his target, learning her schedule, what time she left for work and what time she came home. In the early hours of the morning, before she even left her house, he had planted the explosive beneath the woman's car, which could be remotely activated using the very same device he was holding. He made sure to isolate the bomb's frequency so only he could detonate it. After making sure that everything was set, he waited here, across the building where the woman was working.

His watch beeped, signaling the time. He looked up to see his target coming out of the building. He accessed his device and tapped the button, activating the bomb under the car. The screen displayed the number 60. The woman had sixty seconds left to live, and her number was dwindling down very fast.

He checked her again only to stop short at the sight. Tailing her were two boys. One around the age of ten and was smiling hugely at the younger boy beside him, who was around the age of four.

He was never told about the boys. All the days he spent following the woman, they never went with her. He knew about her sons - the sons she would soon be leaving - but he was never told that they would be with her on the day she was to be murdered.

Murder. The word sank like a cold knife in his gut. He would be ensuring his daughter's future by ending someone else's life. He didn't have a choice, though, because it was more than the money; he had his personal reason. By doing this, he would be earning the organization's trust and he could finally do what he came here for . . . though he would be taking away someone's family just as his was taken from him.

It was too late to stop it now. He was able to detonate the bomb, but he didn't have the access to stop it.

The woman got inside the car, followed by her sons. Thirty seconds more and the blood of three innocent people would forever mark his hands.

He clenched his fist, forcing himself to calm down. Killing the woman was one thing, but killing the boys? That would haunt him until the very end.

Fifteen seconds.

Something changed. The ten year-old boy got out of the car and ran back inside the building. The four year-old was right behind him, laughing. The woman was about to get out, too, when . . .

BOOM!

The explosion shook him, even when he was across the street. The car was blasted meters off the ground, angry red flames and black smoke billowing from the inside. The glass window and door of the nearby buildings shattered, showering the pavement with glittering pieces.

Bystanders got over their initial panic and ran to the building's entrance. There was some commotion until a man stepped away from the crowd, holding the unconscious four year-old boy in his arms. The boy's forehead was bleeding heavily and the right sleeve of his shirt was still smoking, majority of the skin on his right arm burned. He would always carry those scars to remind him of this day, the day when his life was overturned.

He had done it. He completed his task, and spared the boys - barely. The device on his hand beeped. He stood up and walked away from the scene, accessing the message.

Confirm kill, it read.

He typed in his response. Confirm. Sally Jackson is dead.

Untamed emotions. Tormented soul.

PART 1: ANCHOR

DEMONS

Chapter 1: Dead Man on Campus

ANNABETH

Until I saw the wounds on his back, I was having a pretty normal day.

Or as normal as it get for one Annabeth Chase. An argument with my Dad before I left for school; a debate team practice even before school starts; greeting my small circle of friends and unfriendly comments by the popular ones - yep, pretty much my normal morning.

I was currently sitting with my friends on our usual table for lunch, as far away from the popular ones as possible. Thalia Grace was typing furiously on her phone, muttering under her breath; her younger brother Jason was busy being sweet with his girlfriend, Piper McLean; Leo Valdez was tinkering on the watch his girlfriend, Calypso Drakos, was wearing; Frank Zhang and Hazel Levesque were talking in hushed voices; Juniper Greene was wiping enchilada sauce from Grover Underwood's face; Nico di Angelo was also there, playing with his food. They might be my friends but with all the couples around me, I couldn't help but feel alone. Sure Thalia was single, but she had sworn guys off, and she was busy texting her other friends; Nico was, too, but he's busy eye-stalking Will Solace.

I sighed and played with the blond tuck of hair that fell on my forehead. At home I was alone, nothing changed even when I was with friends. I knew I shouldn't feel that way - I certainly wasn't expecting them to ignore their respective boyfriends or girlfriends for me - but still . . .

"Did you hear the rumors about Percy?" I heard a voice ask behind me. I couldn't help but lean back and listen.

Percy Jackson. Who wasn't intrigued by him? Majority of the girls wanted to date him while the guys envied him. With his windblown raven hair, tall frame, muscular physique and a face that he got from his Mediterranean heritage, he was easily one of the most attractive guys I've seen. His sea green eyes was sharp, but held an unknown amount of sadness.

Everyone in school knew what happened to his family. His father went missing when he was one year old and was never heard from again. While his mother was killed when a bomb under her car exploded. Percy and his older brother, Tyson, were there, too. Luckily, Tyson was inside the building but Percy was a few feet away from the car when it exploded. For a few years they were in foster care, until he returned at the end of last year's semester, laden with an expensive car and a huge house.

I was as intrigued as everyone. He had no family, except for an older brother who was sick, but he clearly wasn't struggling with money. He didn't have any known job. People were assuming that he was dealing drugs, which hadn't been proven.

"Brittany said she saw Percy fucking Mrs. Woods in the History classroom," Holly, the school gossip shared, complete with a high-pitched giggle. "And they were doing it on the table, right where she's grading our papers."

Her friends went "Eew!" and giggled like the shallow teenagers they were.

"She said Percy's ass was . . . mmm! And a very impressive - "

I couldn't stop it. I turned around and glared at her. "Shut up," I hissed.

Her face reddened but glared back at me. "Bitch," she said.

I was about to give her a smart-ass retort when the cafeteria suddenly fell silent. I knew only one person could cause that. I looked up and saw Percy Jackson walking to his table, one he occupied by himself. He was in a black V-neck t-shirt, emphasizing his muscular chest; gray jeans and red sneakers. The skin on his forearm until below his elbow was marred with the burn marks he suffered from when he was four.

Girls followed him, practically drooling. I rolled my eyes and sat down. Nico was gaping openly at him until Thalia threw her fork at him. "Hey, quit it!"

His face reddened. "I wasn't! I-I was just - "

"What is it this time, Nico?" Piper teased. "You like his hair? Or are you curious about the brand of his shirt? We all know you have a crush on him."

"No! I-I don't!"

"Poor Will never stood a chance," Hazel commented at her brother.

"What?!"

Normally, this type of exchange would've made me smile, but my thoughts were occupied with Percy and this latest bit of news. I'm not saying I believed Holly but I did notice the way Mrs. Woods looked at Percy, like she was undressing him, whenever she thought everyone was busy with taking notes. She also asked him to stay behind almost everyday. What if it was true? Percy could have any girl he wanted, but why go for a married woman, who also happened to be his teacher? For the thrill? Or was it because of something else?

"Are you okay, Annabeth?" Grover asked. "You seemed distracted."

"Is it because of what we just heard from Holly?" Juniper asked.

I sighed. I didn't even know anyone heard it but me. "Annabeth, I'm telling you that boy is nothing but trouble," Thalia pointed out.

"Which I find kind of interesting," Nico said dreamily.

Hazel pinched her brother's ear. "Ow!"

"Seriously, though, Annabeth," Juniper said. "What is it?"

"I don't know, okay?" I answered. "It's just . . . he intrigues me. I'm curious about him."

"Aren't we all?" asked Piper.

"But no one can really blame him if he really is banging Mrs. W," Leo said. "I mean, she's so hot."

Calypso glared at him. "I'm seriously going to pretend you didn't just say that," she threatened Leo.

He grew red in the face. "No! I - I mean, she's so fat . . . and um, curvy! Totally not my type!"

Everyone on the table laughed. My gaze traveled back to the green-eyed boy who had suddenly taken over my thoughts. He looked uncomfortable, like he was in pain, and was clutching his side. He stood up, grabbed his backpack and limped to the exit.

Without thinking, I stood up and followed him. "Where are you going?" Thalia asked.

"I'll meet you guys in Chem," I answered simply. "I just need to go to the comfort room." Which I really had to do, except that it wasn't the sole reason.

I got held up on my way out of the caf by some rude jocks but was still able to squeeze my way through. The doors of the women and men's room were facing each other, which allowed me to see something that I would always remember. I was about to go and take the turn that would lead me inside the women's room when a freshman went out of the men's room, the door swinging open. The kid opened it with enough force that the magnet behind it stuck and left it open.

I had two younger brothers so I was no stranger to guys' habits when in the comfort room. What truly captured my attention was Percy. He was standing in front of the mirror, shirt off, and was dabbing a tissue on a bloody gash that stretched from his underarm until his ribcage. There were also numerous wounds on his back that looked like they were scratch marks or whip lashes.

He caught my eyes in the mirror. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, his voice flat. He turned around and showed me his toned torso. "Or would you like to see more?" His hands went down to his waist and started unbuttoning his pants

"I-I" I stammered and turned around, fleeing away, my business to go inside the comfort room completely forgotten. I only halted when I was in front of my locker, trying to steady my breathing. I still had five minutes left for my lunch hour. That was more sufficient time to make myself look normal. To make sure that my friends won't suspect that I saw something troubling.

Those wounds . . . what could've caused them? Or who? Percy didn't have any family so it couldn't be my idea that he was being abused at home. Maybe that other rumor was true. That he was part of some sort of a gang. But I didn't think so. Others may see a troubled youth, but for some reason, I saw something else . . . someone lonely.

My train of thoughts was cut when Percy passed by, a new shirt back on, thankfully. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"What?" he demanded.

I swallowed thickly. His green eyes were intense and almost made my knees turn to jelly. "What happened?" I asked him. "Those wounds - tell me what happened."

Percy gave a dark chuckle. "Seriously? You have never said a word to me before you saw that and now you think I owe you some sort of explanation?"

I backpedaled, finding it hard to keep talking. "I-I didn't mean it like that," I said. "I - I'm just worried."

Percy gave another humorless laugh. "Trust me, Chase, you can't help me." He then walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

For the rest of the day I tried to keep my minds off of Percy but I just couldn't. We had History together, the last period of the day, and one of the few classes I shared with him.

I tried catching his eyes but he never looked my way. Thalia wanted to know what's up but I never told her anything. I was worried . . . and curious. And my curiosity climbed up a notch when Mrs. Woods asked Percy to stay behind after class. I saw Holly and her friends giggling stupidly.

"You go, I need to check the library," I told Thalia. I didn't get her the chance to ask another questions as I circled the school and went to the back exit, where I knew Percy parked his silver Maserati. I sat down on the stairs and waited.

If Percy wasn't going to tell me the truth, I would have to do some investigating on my own. I would need to catch him when he least expected it and make him tell me what's going on.

I didn't get the chance, though. I waited for almost an hour until the whole school had been deserted. No Percy Jackson appeared. I tried to go back inside but the door had been locked without my noticing it. I would've tried to find another way but Dad had already been sending me text after text, asking where I was.

As I boarded the bus, I made one decision: whatever it was that Percy was hiding, I would find out.

PERCY

Annabeth freaking Chase.

Of all the people who could see me, it had to be her. I'd already noticed her before. Those stormy gray eyes were very hard to ignore, but why did it have to be her?

She and her friends were all smart enough to stay away from the high school abomination known as Percy Jackson, which I was thankful for. One less group of people to be hostile to.

Earlier this morning, Brittany, a brown-haired senior who was known for being with numerous guys ambushed me when I just got out of my car. She smiled seductively at, pressing her impressive breasts against my arm. "Hey, Percy," she practically purred my name.

"Hello, Brittany," I answered stiffly.

"So, what do you say we go out after school and catch a movie or something?"

"I don't have the time."

"What, busy screwing Mrs. Woods after school?" she challenged.

I tried to hide the shock showing on my face. I put on a cocky smile I knew she wouldn't be able to resist. "Why, you jealous?"

She smirked. "Why don't we talk about it somewhere more private?" Her finger was running down my chest. I grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm against my crotch. "What are you doing?" she asked, feigning surprised, but her fingers squeezing my front said otherwise.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I asked her. "Well there you go." I freed her wrist and walked away from her stunned figure.

School was the same. Same indifferent teenagers who either think they owned the planet or that they had the worst luck in the world. They didn't know how lucky they were that all they needed was to live their lives.

By lunch, I assumed Brittany had already spread the rumors about me and Mrs. Woods. I could hear people whispering behind me. I knew I shouldn't really pay attention but I was starting to get worried.

I sat on my usual table, ignoring the whispers that followed me. I was about to bite into my sandwich when a sudden surge of pain shot on my side. I clasped it only for my hand to feel the sticky and warm liquid soaking through shirt. I should've known this would happen; she was too rough last night.

I tossed my sandwich aside, grabbed my backpack and hurried out of the cafeteria. Thankfully, my shirt was black so I didn't think someone noticed the blood. I headed to the men's room, removing my shirt even before I was inside. I grabbed some tissue, wet it with some tap water and pressed it against my bleeding side. Only then did I notice a freshman was inside, about to do his business. I gave him a glare. He gulped, zipped himself up and went out.

The kid had opened the door strongly enough for it to be stuck open. Annabeth Chase was standing outside, her eyes locked on my wound. I didn't know what to say, so I did the one thing I knew: manipulate her with sex. It worked. I was almost done unbuttoning my pants when she turned away and rushed to the direction of the lockers.

I slammed the door shut and went back to drying the blood on my wound. When satisfied, I taped a sterile gauze to cover it up, put on a different shirt and went to my next class.

Except I was once again stopped by Annabeth. "Those wounds - tell me what happened," she said. She wanted to know? Huh. That was new. Nobody cared and I knew that it was just pure curiosity that made her do that. I told her off and left her there.

The rest of the day was uneventful. That is if I count the part where I heard Brittany telling her friends that I made her touch me. Nobody believed her, which was why I let that happen. They knew me; I didn't interact with anyone.

Then came my last period. History. Ah, how humans had exaggerated events. History is written by those who won, the fallens' stories left untold, buried beneath layers of dirt.

It was a period I was really looking forward to. Mrs. Woods - or Mindy, as she liked me calling her - gave me a smile when I entered the room. It was a shy type of smile but I knew it was just a front. Nobody but me knew how much of an animal she really was.

I slumped down on my seat, ignoring the pain on my side. Mindy looked up. I winked at her and massaged my crotch, biting my lower lip. She gulped and shook her head sharply. I gave a chuckle and sat properly, which was a good thing because the rest of the class was starting to arrive.

Throughout the entire period, Annabeth tried to catch my eyes. I avoided looking at her and focused myself on the lesson.

When class I ended, I grabbed my bag when Mindy said, "Please stay, Mr. Jackson." I smirked and went back to my seat.

She didn't look up for a minute as she scribbled something on her notes. When done, she stood up and closed the blinds on the windows and locked the door.

"Is there something wrong, Ma'am?" I asked, already in character. I knew how much she loved being dominant.

"Oh, there is, Mr. Jackson," she said in a low voice, letting her natural British accent out. I have to admit, it was hot. "You see, you've been a naughty, naughty boy." Her right hand flew and slapped me hard across my cheek. I tasted blood in my mouth. "For that, you must be punished." She grabbed the hem of my shirt and almost ripped it off of me.

"Careful," I said as her lips latched on the skin of my shoulder. "My wound hasn't healed yet."

She slapped me again, then grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backwards. "You don't get to tell me what to do, is that clear?" I didn't respond and she bit the side of my neck. "I said, is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She made me stand up and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She grabbed them down, along with my boxer briefs. She licked her lips and pushed me hard on the floor of the room.

"This is gonna be fun," she said as she straddled my hips.

A/N:How was it? Should I continue? Let me know!

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