Percy jackson was a hard working demigod, he did what he had to do to feed himself and his family.
He did what he had to do, hurt people he didn't mean to hurt, but it was worth it, when he saw annabeth come home after an exhausting day at work and camp.
He Would grin and joke until she went to bed, then he would leave for his job, his night job, at the mechanic store two blocks away from their rusty little apartment.
It wasnt until his mom got sick that he spent less time there.
He took jobs he wish he didnt have to take, hurt people he wish he didnt have to hurt.
He did bad things to good people.
All because he needed money to help his mom.
That place. The place he fell with Annabeth, it brought out the worst in him, he fought the bad thoughts.
But when he realized that he couldn't get by with a smile and good actions, he did worst things.
He killed people. Hurt people. He tried so hard to stop, but when he stopped working, the money went down, less to pay for his moms sickness.
She was so sick.
So was percy.
Annabeth was sick too, but not the bad kind.
She was pregnant.
So Percy had to work.
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Dark Times
Fanfiction"Percy stop it!", annabeth shrieked, "you're gonna kill him!". the scream was shrill, annabeth sobbed when percy sat back, hands still in fists and eyes wide and wild. "HOLD!", Thor yelled to percy and the others, but percy only stared at the perso...
