Percy POV

I capped my sword, hoping the mist would cover it up.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Matt Sloan- the guy I hated all those years ago was standing in front of me. His shaggy black hair was neater and groomed, and his pit bullish eyes were the same as always.

But apparently I also looked the same aside from the bruises and dirt covering my body. I scratched my head, trying to decide if it was too late to run. 

"Well... its been a while." I said awkwardly, biting back my anxiousness. Sloan nodded, looking just as nervous as I was.

"Uh, yeah." He agreed. "What're you doing here?" He asked, changing the subject. 

"Oh, you know. Just chilling." I replied, casually leaning on the blue dumpster beside me. I winced as my bandaged shoulder hit it, and held back a scream. Sloan noticed, and his eyebrows furrowed. 

"What happened?" I was slightly surprised by his new found politeness, but chose to disregard it. 

"Nothing." I said a bit too quickly. "Just jittery."

"Really? You look like crap right now." He retorted with a raised eyebrow. I opened my mouth to answer, but was quickly cut off. "Listen man. I know we didn't get off to a great start back then, but right now you look homeless and have a screwed up shoulder. So why don't you just come with me, and I can get you fixed up?"

"I have... things to do."

"Like what?"

"Um... you know, the usual." I shuffled my feet nervously.

"Damn it, Jackson. Just come on. Consider it a favor." I sighed. The pain in my shoulder was making me slightly drowsy, and I didn't want to pass out in some random alley. I hesitated.

"Fine." 

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30 minutes later, I found myself sitting on a couch with a cup of hot chocolate resting on a coffee table in front of me. I eyed Sloan suspiciously as he sat down, still not fully trusting him. 

My hand was posed above my pocket. 

"Where are your parents?" I asked suspiciously. "Did you poison their coffee or something?" He rolled his eyes.

"At work. Is that answer acceptable?" He said sarcastically. '

"Well, why aren't you at school?" I inquired cautiously.

"Uh, cause its a Saturday." He answered dubiously. "Where have you been the past week?"

"Places unknown to mankind." Sloan sighed.

"Listen. I know we got off to a rough start back then. And I'll admit it- I was a huge douche bag.  I'm sorry about that- I really am, but can you stop with the glares and suspicion?" I blinked. 

"Well, think of it from my point of view. I'm minding my own business, then my childhood bully kidnaps me, and asks me to tell him my life story. So excuse me for being a bit skeptical." The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I felt slightly bad afterwards. I looked down. "Sorry."

"Nah, I deserved that." Sloan cleared his throat. "Let me look at your shoulder." I tensed up. "Take your shirt off."

"Ha, what are you up to, Sloan?" I asked nervously, trying to divert his attention from my shoulder.

"The blood is leaking through your shirt, idiot." I sighed, and tugged at the edge of my shirt before pulling it off completely. Ignoring his staring at my scars, I stretched my vision, and saw my bandaged shoulder soaked in blood. "I-I- I'll go get some new bandages." Sloan stuttered. As soon as he was out of my view, I stood up.

Don't stay anywhere for too long. They'll find you. They'll kill anyone they see you with.

I took my shoes so I could leave quieter, then tiptoed to the door. I had my hand right above the knob, and was about to twist it when Sloan re-entered the room. I mentally swore to myself. Schist.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked. I grumbled something incoherent about how much the gods hating me, before regaining my spot on the couch. Sloan placed a first aid kit on the table, and opened it with a click. He pulled out a roll of bandages, then some disinfecting thing and a washcloth. 

I winced as he unwrapped the bandages, then sprayed the stuff on it. 

"What happened?" He finally asked while wrapping the clean bandages on. "To you, I mean. The scars, the bullet wound-" 

"How'd you know?" I cut in.

"I know how a gun shot injury looks, Jackson. I'm not stupid." 

"I've had a rough couple of years, Ok?" I pulled my shirt back on. The orange was still stained a dark red, and the fabric was still torn and dirty. 

"Meaning....?" When he got no response, he continued. "It looks like you went to hell and back." I winced again.

"Something like that." I admitted. 

"You mean something like getting yourself on wanted posters?" I opened my mouth, about to ask what he meant, when he pulled a crumpled up paper out of his pocket. "Perseus Jackson, wanted for acts of terrorism. If spotted, call the number below." He raised his eyebrows. "Pretty good award they got going for you too." I could feel my face pale. "Didn't know you were into that kind of thing, Jackson."

Wanted in two different places. Both for something I didn't do.

A sudden realization occurred in my mind, and I nearly fainted in shock. 

"That's why you took me here." I said slowly. I saw guilt flash deep in Sloan's eyes, but his expression remained otherwise the same.

"My mom lost her job last month." He explained suddenly. "She's the sole provider in my family. It went downhill from there."

"You don't have to do this." I reached in my pocket, knowing it wouldn't do any good anyways. 

"I'm sorry. I really am, but I need that money."

"You don't know these people, Sloan. They're evil. You have no clue what they plan to do to me there." I slowly began to back away towards the door, but he quickly stepped in front of it.

"Like what?" He asked suspiciously, not moving an inch.

 "They want to use me for their own benefit. Torture me. Kill the people I care about." Sloan snorted.

"Why would they want you?" He asked dubiously. I open my mouth to retort with a sarcastic comment, but was interrupted by a series of loud knocks coming from the other side of the door. 

"Open up or we'll break the door down!" A voice outside commanded. When neither of us answered, I could hear weapons being drawn. "3...2...1..." I launched myself at Sloan, and pushed him out of the way. I winced as I as showered in splinters and shards of wood, but ignored the sharp stabs of pain shooting through my body and stand up. 

I saw Fury standing with a gun in hand, pointed at me. Sloan stood up, his face clouded with confusion as he stared between me and Fury, and the several other guards who accompanied him. 

"I'm afraid you'll be coming with me, Jackson." Eye patch deadpanned, not moving his hand from the weapon.

"We've been through this man, being kidnapped really isn't my favorite way to spend my weekend." I sighed, exasperated. Fury snarled, obviously annoyed.

"Grab him." He commanded to his soldiers. They nodded obediently, and advanced towards me.

"Sexual harassment!" I yelled as one grabbed my arm. This distracted him for a second,and gave me a chance to thrust my other arm out, and summon water from the pipes. It all came flooding out of the sink at my command, and with a flick of my wrist, grabbed the guard and shoved him to the side. 

Oh right. Sloan was still here. Oops.

I glanced at him, and saw his shock- ridden face, and almost laughed. 

"I think I'm gonna go now." I said. "Make sure to pay Matty here the money, it'd be rude not to."

"JACKSON!" Fury charged at me, and when his gun was a few inches from my head, I vapor traveled away.

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