Chapter 1 - The Beginning

A/N: I'm re-writing it chapter by chapter, so if you're reading this, then it has already begun. I hope you guys enjoy what I've got in stock for you all. Don't forget to leave a review to let me know how I'm doing with this. I've also got a Team Four Star reference in here, bonus points if you find it!

Percy stared at the water, a feeling of complete hollowness flowed over him, battering him internally with every passing moment. How could she? What was it that caused her to do it? Sure he had a younger brother, he'd done some substandard hero things, but Percy had defeated Kronos, and Gaea, saving Olympus twice respectively. Then this jackass of a little brother comes along. He was almost immediately replaced, he'd become distant to Annabeth ever since the farce that happened in the Poseidon cabin. The cockroach had slit Percy's arm straight up. Instincts took over and the waters of the lake burst into the cabin. They healed Percy nearly immediately, but in his dire situation Percy hadn't realized how much strength he'd used and nearly killed his little brother.

'Like that would have even been the worst thing to have happened to us. The bastard would have deserved the feeling of drowning... The ultimate demise for a son of the sea.' A voice inside his head spoke up, pitching in it's two cents. Percy had no idea what it actually was, despite the fact that the voice only ever refereed to himself and Percy as the same being, so perhaps they really were two sides of the same coin. The voice had appeared after the day after the final showdown in the throne room. After he'd gone through everything that Kronos had been capable of throwing his way. Annabeth had been unconscious, only Percy and Kronos really knew what went on in that throne room, and that was likely how it was going to stay.

Sitting on the edge of the pier alone, he stared at the calm unmoving waters below. It was funny how they always managed to perfectly capture his feelings. Dead inside, a dull lifeless aura seemed to flow over the water's surface, mirroring what was going on inside the son of Poseidon. What she'd done was unforgivable, especially after all of the things they'd gone through together. After all that she'd immediately chosen another? Another son of Poseidon as well, that was low, and the pain hung true in Percy's chest.

"Percy." A soft yet cold voice called out casually behind him. The feminine voice that he'd come to love so much, the voice that gave him the most pain in the world. Percy's eyes flared for an instant and there was a water geyser that appeared nearly a mile out. Percy slowly turned around, his vibrant sea green eyes were glowing out of the rim of his hood. The sheer power he held was astounding and had only increased ten-fold after the battle of Olympus. Nobody knew how it had happened, but nobody was willing to question him about it, not when he'd become the most powerful demi-god in history.

'Look at us. They fear us, we've become the single most powerful demi-god to have ever graced the face of the immortal world, yet nobody is willing to question how, not even the Gods. They fear our instability because of what that foolish daughter of Athena has put us through. Maybe they should fear us.' Percy didn't like listening to the voice, mostly because of the way that no matter how harshly or maliciously it worded it's thoughts, Percy was unable to disagree. They were his thoughts as well, just put in very blunt ways.

"I'm sorry that it came down to this, truly, I am, but we're just not good enough for each other anymore." Annabeth started to tell him. She noticed that the waters had slowly begun to rise up behind Percy. She was slowly seeing his heart break for the second time. The waters never stopped, but just continued to rise up like a solid wall of vertical water. It was terrifying, but also painful to watch. Annabeth knew what she'd put him through, and she could see it relapsing, especially from the way that the son of Poseidon wasn't even aware of the fact that he was causing the waters to rise.

"Save it. If you ever loved me you wouldn't have cheated." Percy's tone was slow and cold. The waters continued to rise and swirl in the distance and even the tides had gained altitude. Campers from everywhere had stopped and begun pointing. Many were thinking that Poseidon himself was about to smite the camp for the actions of Athena's daughter and his own son.

'It has already begun it seems. We're broken Perseus, broken and unstable, and it was all her fault. YOU are finally on the last path to becoming ME.' That was something that he hated most of all. Because he didn't need the voice to tell him that, he already knew perfectly well what was happening.

"I did, but now I don't, there's just nothing there anymore. I had wanted us to remain friends but I just don't think we can anymore, not if this is how you'll react to seeing me and Jack together." Annabeth slowly pointed to the sea that had become a vast wall of water that rose well above the clouds. Percy casually glanced at it before letting his control stoop. His eyes started to lose their bright shine as they became a dull sickly green. It had affected him far more than anyone could ever have seen.

"You're right, I can't, and this has broken me in so many ways than even you the once wise girl, could ever understand. If he flaunts it in my face, I WILL kill him Annabeth, don't think I won't." Percy turned his attention away from Annabeth, his cold heart already calculating a sweet revenge on them. One that he wasn't really even sure whether or not he could pull through with because it was just against his nature...

'Our nature has changed, it was set up to explode the moment we finished our fight with Kronos. It changed the moment she committed that oh so deadly sin. We are no longer the same Perseus Jackson as before.' He knew. He already knew all of this, he just wanted the voice to stop taunting him with these things. He KNEW! He just didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Is that a threat Percy?" Annabeth huffed, crossing her arms. A look of fear crossed her face for no more than a fleeting second before she managed to force herself to control it. The two sons of Poseidon were different in practically EVERY way. Jack was the easy going one, the one who never saw the danger for what it really was. Percy WAS the danger now. He was the single worst being to make an enemy out of, save for a number of Gods.

"A threat? No, it's a promise bitch." Percy told her as he stepped off of the pier and was lost to the waves below him. Annabeth wiped away the single tear that fell down her face. This wasn't going to end well, and it was all her fault. Yet she honestly realized that, but unfortunately, the past was the past, and beyond their control entirely. Nothing could be changed. If it could, the only thing she'd change was the fact that she'd not left him before starting an affair with Jack. She stalked her way back down the pier towards the camp. The waters no longer as high as the clouds, nor were they as lifeless as before, they were simply normal. The campers were all pointing and talking among themselves. They could have been in for some dark days, but Percy wanted nothing more to do with that wretched place, not while she was there. He was going to miss his old friends though, but he'd already said his goodbyes to the few people that were still important to him.

'Remember that promise you made to yourself. If you ever come back here, then you'll have to reinforce it, even though you don't want to. Funny how she thought you were making that 'promise' to her. Self-centered swine. Just keep in mind that we've got a dark road ahead of us Perseus, you shouldn't let any of this get in the way of who we REALLY are.' Like everything that the voice told him, he knew the answer oh so well.

"We are the necessary evil." Percy responded, speaking directly to his own subconscious.

'WHY are we necessary?'

"To purge the world of evil worse than man."

'And WHY have we chosen to take this task upon our-self, to uphold it by our-self and to rely on no one but our-self?'

"Because no one else will." Percy smiled sadly.

'And because it's fuckin' fun!'

Line Break.

Unknown to the passages of time that had escaped him, the son of Poseidon spent the next six months completely alone, save for the run-in that he'd had with the hunters of Artemis. Lady Artemis herself had strictly told her hunters not to lay a single finger on him, she could sense heartbreak when she saw it just as efficiently as Aphrodite when it mattered. The man was broken and nothing the hunters did would be justified to the individual that saved Olympus twice. Other than his near fatal stand off against the silver clad hunters he'd been secluded from humanity and the Gods alike, always training, always gaining, always becoming a better monster killing machine. He knew for a fact that without anyone there to calm him down he would forever be the cold-hearted machine that he had been turned into. He knew for a fact that if he ever saw Jack again, that his trademark personality of trying to snuff him out would make Percy snap, he would kill his brother without so much as a flinch. What was worse was the fact that he knew he could do it, he knew that he could effortlessly kill another being, his brother no less and not care about the consequences.

'It's been a long time since we started our journey, but we're finally here. The perfect killing machine. Only someone such as us can accomplish what lies ahead of us. Let us just hope that we have enough power to actually end this farce once and for all.' And there it was, Percy's residential bad mood. In the time he'd been alone, the voice had become so much more than simply a thought at the back of his mind, but it had literally manifested itself into something capable of taking over Percy's body and forcing him out of sticky situations. It was a pain in the ass, but in certain situations, it had become necessary.

He was a broken man, so when he found himself in the fight for his life against a unique monster, a monster created with the sole purpose of killing Percy Jackson, he'd fought hard and well, but in the end he welcomed the sweet embrace of death. The abomination was created from the strongest monsters in the pit. It was indescribable with its constantly shifting appearance. The abomination had been created to become the Bane of Percy Jackson, and it seemed that as it was about to land the death blow, it had succeeded.

'I will NOT allow us to becoming a blood stain in this shit hole of a forest! He might be the bane of Percy Jackson, but in recent months, you and I have becoming slightly different. Let's see how this bastard does against the purest form of wrath.' That was it; the only indication that it was about to happen. Percy's eyes changed from their glowing sea green orbs into something much darker, they clouded up to the color of blood, the deepest red's anyone had ever seen. The rain started to fall, hitting the canopy of leaves above them.

When the first rain drop had hit the ground, the fight continued. Percy bolted forwards, narrowly escaping a huge hellhound like paw that came out of the darkness to swipe his existence away, but it had missed. The fight continued for another ten minutes of exchanging blows and donging swipes with one another before finally, things took a turn for the worst.

Percy kneeled in a muddy puddle in the middle of a forest, no longer in his temporarily powered up state, his clothes had nearly all been decimated as the various cuts aligned his broken body. He made sure to look into the eyes of his killer as he accepted his fate. The voice was always silent in times like these, when it had been necessary to take control, it had to recuperate all of that lost power, so now it was less helpful than ever before. The blow never came as a silver blur got in the way. He looked up only to realize that he was looking at the divine form of Lady Artemis, her bow held sideways so to deflect the blow the abomination had struck out with. Artemis whistled loudly and a second later Percy noticed more flashes of silver as the immortal hunters all came in and slowly beat the abomination back.

Percy slumped to his hands though, his hearing and eyesight fading, his breathing heavy, the abomination had made enough damage that he was going to slowly bleed out and die anyway. Accepting his fate as cemented in time, he fell to the ground, welcoming the dark embrace of unconsciousness that had overcome him.

"Thank you, milady." Percy managed to gasp out before falling face first against the drenched forest floor. 'Goodbye'

A/N: Here's your first remastered chapter, I may actually work on all of them tonight, so stay tuned for more. Thanks for reading, and as always, I'd love a review. I understand that some of you may not be able to because this is still on the old story. Feel free to leave a guest review and sign your usernames on it if you really want to review :)

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