The Lost Son

By Sage of Eyes

A/N: THIS SHOULD GET SOME ATTENTION… HELLO. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STORY AND I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY IT! KEEP IN MIND THIS STORY IS MUCH LIKE MY OTHERS: SHOULD ONE CHAPTER NOT REACH TEN REVIEWS BEFORE THE NEXT ONE IS PUBLISHED IT WILL BE CANCELLED (I.E. PUT ON HIATUS)! SO IF YOU LIKE THE STORY, REVIEW IT! IF YOU HATE IT SO MUCH THAT YOU WANT IT TO STOP AND THINK I'M A DOUCHE FOR WANTING TEN REVIEWS PER CHAPTERS DON'T REVIEW!

So to reiterate: No like and no want continue no review. If like and want continue review. Get it? Got it? Good!

A/N2: The little ditty up top is my new story introduction so no one hates on me to much when I cancel out of nowhere. A/N2 will be my thoughts, rants, gripes and sometimes some retarded bullshit about me and/or my life. If you guys think I'm kidding with my warning up top look at my other two stories 'The Saboteur' and 'The Shi' both honestly got a lot of reviews… more so than most fics with only four chapters and 10,000 words but I still canceled them (though it looks like 'The Saboteur' will be continued soon because I re-read it and felt the fires stir up again *grins*).

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Chapter one:

Don't Mess With The Guy With A Crowbar… Even If You Are A 10 Foot Tall Cannibal.

Inside a Mixed Martial Arts Hexagon two fighters clashed viscously. Both were alone inside the large Club Room that housed the ring, nothing but the thuds of their fist and legs created a sound in the entire room. While both fighters wore black MMA gear and shorts the rest of their bodies were uncovered as they fought, letting no excess clothing stop them from beating the crap out of each other.

The two opponents were practical opposites. One was pale-skinned and wiry, his muscles were practically wound around his bones, giving him a far leaner appearance than most people and no fat was visible anywhere, though he was a tad short, 5 feet exactly, he moved fast and dodged the other boys blows. The second fighter was a giant of 6 feet, seemingly comprised of bulky muscles that denoted weight lifting and had dark tan that would get him confused to him being African American despite his Latin descent.

His name, the tall one, was Kevin… Kevin Guevara. (Author: PFFT! *tries to hold laugh in* *fails* BWAHAHAHHA!)

Though mixed martial arts were weight based like most fighting competitions, this one to a viewer would be radically one sided… if not for the fact the smaller one was kicking ass. While the larger man could probably knock the smaller boy out in one punch the smaller boy seemed to dodge at the very nick of time, right before impact, and give a flurry of jabs to disorient his opponent before withdrawing lest he overextend himself.

Kevin for all his might and strength was feeling more and more tired every time he brought his large fists to bear against his smaller opponent. With the way his opponent fought he was practically defenseless against each counter-attack and left pounded after each one. While the helmet blocked any of hits from the strong smaller boy, Kevin was starting to become dizzy from the numerous hits to his face and his arms were beginning to tire and ache outright from all the hits they took.

And they were taking a lot of hits.

Though his opponent was small each punch was like a hammer blow, Kevin doubted that anyone without training would get up after getting hit in the face with one of the hits. Another blow from his opponent got around his guard and hit him square in the face, making his ears ring and he remembered that the hits were fast as well.

Kevin decided to bite the bullet and let a flurry of punches at the smaller fighter. The punches were a mere distraction though and the smaller fighter dodged as Kevin knew he would. The moment his arms came back to his sides he didn't cover his face as blows began to rain down on to his torso. Kevin, in a remarkable show of all the perseverance and skill that he garnered over his many years in MMA, swung his leg right at the smaller boy face while taking blows to his chest that drove the wind from his lungs.

There was a sudden flash of pain on his leg and Kevin, a 6 foot MMA fighter with 5 years of experience in the ring, found the side of his face being hit with the heel of his opponent, who used his own leg as a stepping stone to deliver a kick to his face that drove him to the ground, sending dull shocks to reverberate through the Hexagon Ring's floor.

Surprisingly, though, Kevin wasn't very surprised at the fact at all.

"Damn" Kevin whispered between gulps of air, ignoring his pained body in favor of getting precious oxygen back into his system "you mind helping me up Percy?"

"Sure thing…"

A hand came to view and the MMA fighter clasped it gratefully and was immediately pulled up and put on his feet without his own power. He shook his head and took off his face protector as he regained his footing. No matter how many times he was beaten… he would never get over the fact that his student of 12 years can lift him up with no problem.

"You might as well take the head gear off Percy" Kevin said as he walked off the ring, carefully opening the gates lest he hurt his aching muscles anymore. His student gave a nod and followed him of the ring and sat on the bench next to Kevin. "You'll need to be in school in an hour anyway so you should just stay here until you need to go…"

His student took off his own head gear revealing shoulder length, messy black hair. The hair fell and framed the boy's lean face, the boy's shark-like grin only enhancing the unusual sharpness of the boy's sea-green eyes.

Percy gave a wry smile at the ageing MMA fighter and shook his head.

"Thanks for the offer old man…" Percy said simply as he reached under the bench and pulled a large red duffel bag every athlete seems to have, but noticeably much more worn than others, with many stitches around it. He rummaged into the bag for a few seconds before pulling out simple black T-shirt and a pair of pants and put the two articles over his body. He reached underneath the bench and pulled out a pair of brown hiking boots, seemingly held together by patches of cloth and string, and after putting a pair of socks on from the duffle bag put them on as well. He pulled out a long white coat, worn and dirty from the rack above the benches but its insides and hood were lined with black fur to keep warmth in. It was remarkably well kept despite its showing age, he tucked it under one arm and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and with that he walked towards the gymnasiums back exit.

Percy paused in front of the door and threw a half hearted smile at the seemingly oblivious MMA fighter as he picked up a small roll of bills in front of the exit door, the old man must be starting to like him… Percy mused. He finished his sentence as he walked out the door.

"But for people with no past, like me, the road is the only option"

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"One ticket to Ontario, Canada… first class."

Percy handed a wad of cash to the teller and as he extended his hand for his train ticket the teller gave him an odd look.

"Young man are you sure your parents are okay with you purchasing this ticket?" the teller, an old lady with more white hairs than gray, inquired with a frown "this is a lot of money, young man, and I'm sure your parents must want a to come-"

"My parents are dead." Percy replied stoically hand still outstretched for the tickets and the teller looked horrified at him for a second before shoving the money back into his hands along with the ticket and slamming shutters down.

Percy just took it in stride and walked to the terminal humming a soft tune under his breath as he walked. But once he entered the first class cabin a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Works every time." He mused with a grin as he reclined on one of the VERY comfortable seats, after stowing his duffel into the stow-away cribs. He smirked as he reached for the pamphlets that adorned his seat front. His grin got bigger and bigger as 'complimentary' practically covered the entire side of the first class seating's menu. He flicked the pamphlet aside and drooled over all the food he'd be able to order through the entire trip. Forget decency! Forget common sense! He'll eat till he would burst! Then he'll order enough food to keep him fed for a week!

Percy gave a happy smile and looked at his watch. Finding that the train wouldn't be moving for an hour he decided to get a short rest but his thoughts wandered as he stared at the ceiling.

Percy didn't know much about of his life… or his parents for that matter. His mother had died at birth and after spending a few weeks at the hospital under the care of several nurses (or so he was told) he was sent to an orphanage to be adopted with only his name, Perseus Jackson, to identify him. For some odd reason though, the staff of the hospital never got to register him into government records. Even when he called the hospital none of the doctors or nurses could remember him or even if any babies were delivered the day he was born.

It was the same with the orphanage, every day he got food, water and shelter but whenever he didn't eat or if he left his bed all the caretakers would be confused. When it was the food the caretaker would look at the plate as if he didn't remember who it was for, when he didn't fix his bed the caretaker would be confused at why the bed looked like it was slept in… as if he didn't exist.

No one seemed to remember him… well…at least no one normal did.

When he left the orphanage when he was eight, not really hard when no one pays attention to you, he was found by a squatter. While the squatter didn't seem like anything special, no matter how much Percy tried to remember he just couldn't remember the face of the man who gave him his coat. The squatter was the first person to actually remember Percy when he returned a day later to share some food he found.

The squatter was also the one who taught Percy how to survive:

Learn.

Learn everything you can, as fast as possible, as effectively possible and never (EVER) fail to use what you learn.

The squatter even pointed Percy the best place to learn: the local library. Even though he couldn't check any books out he read anything he could get his hands on, one of the things he could actually do thanks to the orphanages many children books. Though his Dyslexia sometimes acted up and messed up his reading Percy always remembered what he read and learned, under any circumstances, and he learned a lot over the four years on the road.

Percy was fluent in 5 languages and dabbled in 6 more. Language was a must since most people felt far more comfortable being spoken to in their own language and he found that people were far friendlier to those they thought they had common ancestry to, they were also more... lenient with their stores prices as well.

Needless to say… Percy was very frugal when it came to anything he needed to buy something he needed.

Percy lived on that rule and he survived, no, he thrived! He lived to the fullest and traveled more than anyone his age alone and unsupervised through four countries, though he didn't even want to think about the time in China and Japan, and every single state of the U.S. in his young age.

A sudden jolt from the train shrugged Percy out of his reverie. He rose and looked at his watch and frowned, the train wasn't supposed to leave for another hour. Another jolt, a much larger this time shook the entire cabin causing his duffel to hit the floor right next to him. He quickly grabbed the red bag and lunged for the window tearing away the blinds and opening the window with a single motion.

Percy had to stifle a groan as a hideous, humanoid dark red face, a piece of flesh dangling from its mouth, stared back.

He slammed the window shut and bolted as he heard a roar from behind him.

"Of course… Canadians live in Canada." Percy muttered, marveling at his own stupidity of choosing to go to the freezing cannibal infested country while running through the train. He narrowly dodged the arms that burst through the windows with ease; the monsters must've been hungry for them to be so… desperate. As he entered the next cabin an arm suddenly came through the roof and Percy broke into a slide, the jagged fingers of the cannibal giant, however, cut his face creating a large gash across his cheek the bled profusely.

Percy saw red as pain thundered through his system, he didn't take getting hurt very well; he grabbed one of the shattered pieces of glass on the seat next to him and stabbed the monster's arm with all the force he could muster. The monster screamed and Percy broke back into a run, chastising himself for the mistake and cupping his bleeding cheek with one of his hands, the entire cabin was practically filled with the grabbing limbs, now, making it harder for him to get through.

Percy ran through the cabin, sidestepping the mass of limbs that blocked his way. He braced his arms against his head and leapt, crashing through the cabin door's glass window. He sailed through the air and broke into the next cabin; the cabin however was much different with the others because, as Percy knew because of all the years he had traveled in them, it held the control console for the train. Percy rolled with his fall, his thick white coat easily shielding his body from the glass he landed on. With a grunt of effort, as he rolled, he immediately broke into a mad dash for the console.

Once he reached it, Percy searched the panels and within seconds activated the train's diesel engine. He grabbed the lever of the train and pushed it forward as far as it could go and the train lurched forward, accelerating faster than it's supposed to and forcing Percy to hang on for dear life.

He glanced at the side mirror at the side of the train and groaned.

The cannibals were climbing the train.

The MOVING train.

The train moving at 60 MPH!

"Haven't they ever heard of giving up?" he grumbled, wishing for his life to be EASY just once. He took his bag and pulled out rope and a pair of clamps. He attached the rope and clamps to the dead man's handle that accelerated the train, to keep it moving by making it as if he was still there, and headed out of the control cabin, hefting the large crowbar easily. He sauntered through the cabin; the cannibals had yet to reach the control cabin, and pulled out a crowbar once he was outside. He ignored the buffeting wind in favor of jamming the crowbar into the interlocking connecter's lock that held the control cabin with the others.

He leaned all his weight onto the crowbar and broke the lock. With the lock broken he could've easily pulled out the large metal spike… but didn't.

A small smile crossed his face as he gripped the spike. Only seconds after doing so a bloody red arm, a profusely bleeding wound on it came into to view, followed shortly be the ugliest face he had ever seen.

In a brief moment the two interlocked eyes and Percy's smile grew larger as a brief look of horror passed through the cannibal's face as he held up the metal pin.

"Sayonara big boy." Percy whispered to the cannibal as he flicked the 4-pound piece of metal at the speeding tracks and walking away.

The piece jammed the unlatched cabin and broke it from its railing. The small pin sent the cabin off the rails killing the cannibals inside as Percy shut the door of his still powered cabin. As he walked the rest of the cabins that were attached to the wild cabin crashed into it killing more and more cannibals in each crash. As he twirled the crowbar in his fingers, the devastating train crash ended dozens of limbs visible in the mass. As he sat on the conductor's chair, he looked idly and caught the sight of the train wreck catch fire and, because of the extra diesel tanks, explode killing all the cannibals inside.

Percy gave a small sigh, as he looked away, and rummaged inside his duffel, taking out a small roll of bandages and began to roll it across the bleeding gash across his face, courtesy of the cannibal he just killed. He checked the controls for the train once more before removing his clamps and rope, and placing them in the duffle with the crowbar.

Percy searched the cabin for a moment before finding the train's Navigator on the floor near a pile of shattered glass. He took a moment to think before for his next destination, since Canada was apparently a bad idea.

His brows furrowed with intensity, something that would've made any girl blush had it been focused on them thinking hard about his next step, since his last one almost sent him to a cannibal infested winter nightmare. Suddenly inspiration came and Percy fumbled with his bag as he searched for it. A few years ago when he was wandering the forest in Massachusetts a girl with vine-like green hair had appeared out of nowhere and pressed a piece of paper in his hands.

After five minutes of rummaging he managed to find the small businesses card and compared it to the map he found, tracing the railway routes with his fingers. He couldn't believe his luck! There was an abandoned railway junction just two miles away from where he was leading to the place... the tracks ended a few miles away but since the tracks were abandoned he wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding the train!

No… it just wasn't a regular train anymore

A small smile crossed his face as he sat contently on the seat, setting the train's route so it would go according to his wishes and lowering its speed to acceptable levels.

It was HIS train now!

He cackled inside his own mind at the prospects of having his own train… no more tickets! No more fellow passengers! And since no one would look for a 40 year old control cabin it would be his forever!

He flicked the business card over his back, not needing it anymore, already having memorized it.

"Long Island, New York" Percy mused as he leant back into the conductor's seat "Let's see what this 'Half-Blood Hill' is all about shall we?"

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