Hi guys! Okay so this is my first fanfic... It's kinda dark at the start *cringe* sorry about that. So the CHB people will probably start around the Titan's curse, maybe? The updates will probably be slow because 1. The Muse strikes me about once every blue moon 2. Homework is starting to pick up (even though it's nearly holidays! Ugh..) 3. Andddd I'm super lazy. Some bits will probably be badly written and this might turn out way to cliché, tell me if its good but tell me if its bad too okay? Okay. Sorry for the length of this one but it's almost like a bit of a prologue. Bu whatever, it's 1 am.

Enjoy Guys!

Percy Jackson was used to feeling small. He felt small whenever Gabe shouted words at him that he didn't understand but was told to never use by his mama. He felt small whenever Gabe and his poker buddies came into his room and did things to him that made him feel dirty and uncomfortable and harassed and very, very sore. But he had never felt this tiny before, this helpless. His hands were tied together by the same belt that had been biting into the skin of his back not long ago. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle from when it had been stomped on repeatedly and he was having trouble breathing from the pain in his chest. A rib or two were definitely broken from that bookcase that was pushed over onto him. Everything was hurting, so much pain all over, painhurtingmakeitstophurtinghurtingeverythinghelpme.

He stared in horror at the scene in front of him, too frozen in shock and fear to even think of crying from the horrific pain he felt, his mother, the only person who had ever been there for him, who had ever loved him, was lying on the floor, a pool of crimson blood pooling around her, leaking from the wound in her chest caused by the kitchen knife in his step-fathers hand. It was then that he screamed. Loud and filled with anguish. His cries were cut off almost as soon as they started by a large, blood covered hand gripping his throat, fingers digging in hard. Coveredinbloodmama'sbloodnomama!

'You little shit!' The evil man sneered, 'What did I tell you about noise?' The boy chocked as his air supply was cut off, not even able to attempt to claw at the hands, as his were still tied firmly behind him. He was suddenly released and he crumpled to the floor, crying out in pain as he landed on his bad leg, black dots swimming before his eyes. 'I should just finish you now, nothing is left for you, boy, and nobody wants you.' He advanced once again, slowly, with the knife in hand. And Percy wished he would just kill him, his mama was gone, his dad had never been there and probably worst of all, the only person he had left to look after him was Gabe, his future didn't look very bright. He was better off dead.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a timid voice called out, 'Is everything alright in there Mr. Ugliano? Mrs. Ugliano? I heard a scream.' 'Fucking hell,' He whispered, shoving a bloodied T-shirt, Percy's T-shirt which had been torn off earlier that day when Gabe's poker friends came and took all his clothes and hurt him again, into his mouth as sort of gag, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into another room to the fire escape. It was night-time, the moon shining up in the velvety sky, so no one was there to see the five year old child, struggling helplessly, his cries too muffled to be heard as he was dragged around the back of the building and trapped into the boot of the '78 Camaro which sped off in a different direction to the rest of the New York traffic, towards a destination only the sadistic man in the driver's seat knew.