Warning: Implied torture. Hinted non-con but it's stopped before anything actually happens.

Percy wasn't expecting to get caught in a net.

From what he'd gathered, he'd been captured by a group of hunters who'd been following them up until two months ago.

Up until they went to stay with the humans.

Percy just really hoped the others didn't come looking for him. From what he'd heard, the humans must have been keeping them off the map somehow. He assumed it was them covering their scent. The only time one of them left the house, they were always with one of the humans.

Percy had ventured out into the woods alone, uncovering his scent and putting him back on the map.

He was so stupid. He should have figured it out sooner.

He hadn't been able to catch a look at the faces of the men who'd placed him into the back of the van, still stuck in the net.

He tried to think back to the notes he kept hidden. The notes each of their parents had given to him and the information he'd collected himself over the years.

The net was made of metal, he knew that. As far as he could remember there was only two metals able to actually harm a unique. No wait, there was three.

There was Celestial Bronze, the most common one because it was cheap and relatively easy to find.

Stygian Iron was very rare, only the oldest hunting families tended to be in possession of the metal and even then there was only a select few.

The guys who threw him in the back of the van looked fairly rich so he could cross Celestial Bronze off of the list. From what he could remember only two of the original hunting families were still in possession of Stygian Iron but no one had heard from them in decades. Seventy years if he remembered correctly so there was no way he was trapped in Stygian Iron.

That only left Imperial Gold. Imperial Gold wasn't as easy to find and produce as Celestial Bronze is so the poorer hunting families weren't able to use it.

There was no way he was getting out of this easily. He had to think of a plan.

Percy hadn't been able to come up with a plan as his head hit against the van as the driver took a sharp turn. He doesn't remember much after that. He'd heard talking as he made his way in and out of consciousness but was unable to make out what was being said.

The last time his eyes had opened he was sure he'd seen a jet. Surely he was mistaken.

By the time Percy came around properly, his whole body was sore. What happened?

He tried to sit up only to find himself strapped to a metal table. There was a dim light hovering above his head but it looked so much brighter to his sensitive eyes.

Percy was confused. Where was he? He looked around the room as much as his bindings would let him, hoping to find a door or window of some sorts. There wasn't one.

Percy honestly couldn't care about the fact that he didn't know where he was. Or that it was obvious it wasn't going to be easy to get out of there. All he could think about was how he was alone.

Alone.

Alone.

No one's there but him.

No one's there but him.

He's on his own.

He's on his own.

Just as he was always destined to be.

Just as he was always destined to be.

Alone.

Alone.

Percy felt a tear slip down his cheek as those thoughts returned. Usually whenever they came back he tried to busy himself with the others. Except, he couldn't do that here because he was alone.

He was left alone with his thoughts.

His thoughts were left alone with him.

Maybe now was the time to listen, to pay attention to what the voices had to say. He'd been putting it off for so long now.

Percy flinched as he heard the sound of metal hitting metal. What was that?

His question was answered as he looked up to see a man, early forties by the looks of it, wearing a white doctor's coat.

Was that blood?

Percy could feel himself panicking now but he tried not to show it.

The guy looked like he didn't want to be there. He had a scowl on his face as he looked down at Percy and then around the room.

"Now, are you going to stay quiet so I can remove the gag or am I going to have to get blood in my beard again?"

Percy hadn't even realised he was wearing a gag. He hadn't really had the need to talk much the last couple months.

Percy nodded, signalling he could be quiet and the weird... doctor? could remove the gag without having to fear him saying or doing anything.

The doctor let out a little sigh of relief, reaching down to remove the gag.

Big mistake.

"So, you want to tell me your name?"

"I'll tell you my name if you untie me."

Blinking confused, the man leaned down to untie the straps keeping Percy in place, his eyes glazed over.

There must have been someone watching from the outside because as soon as his hands touched the straps, an alarm went off, rude and loud. It was accompanied by a red light that felt like it was personally attacking Percy.

Whatever door the doctor had used to come in, slammed open once more and several heavily armed men and women made their way into the room.

That was the last thing Percy saw before everything went black.

Percy wasn't sure how long he'd been out but when he opened his eyes he realised he had definitely been moved.

He was sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair, his hands tied behind his back and his legs tied to the chair.

His whole body still hurt.

Percy looked around the room, once again finding no obvious signs of a door or window.

Percy could feel himself slowly drifting off. He knew he should probably try and stay awake but he was just so sore.

His head hasn't felt this bad since that one time in Long Island.

Percy jumped as he opened his eyes once more to come face to face with a blonde guy.

He looked about nineteen, maybe twenty. His steely, sky blue eyes felt like they were staring straight into Percy's soul.

It was obvious he was the hunter in charge here if the way he held himself and the fancy clothes he wore were anything to go by.

Percy went to speak only to realise they'd swapped out his gag for a muzzle. They obviously thought they'd figured out one of his powers then.

Percy couldn't stop the small grin that rose upon his face at the thought of these hunters thinking they know anything about him.

The blonde man just smirked evilly, the kind of smirk that promised pain. Percy knew those smirks well, they were usually the first sign telling them to run.

Percy blinked confused as the man reached a hand up to place it on Percy's cheek, gently stroking over his cheekbone.

The man smiled, leaned down and spat in Percy face before turning around and leaving the room.

The man frequently visited Percy in his little cell. Twice a day he reckoned.

Percy hated those visits, all they promised was pain and misery.

Percy could tell that, in some sick and twisted way, his captor enjoyed it. Enjoyed the torture he forced upon Percy.

Percy looked up as he heard the door to his cell slide open, the metal clanking against the wall. The ringing in his ears only got louder.

His captor walked in, locking the cell door behind him. He was still smirking as he walked over to where Percy was sat tied to the chair.

Laughing slightly, he leaned down to untie the metal bindings, leaving Percy confused and scared.

His wrists hurt from where the tight metal had dug into his skin, the burn from the Imperial Gold didn't help ease the pain.

Percy gasped as the man gripped his wrist, his fingers digging into the bruises that were there.

The man pushed him down and the next thing Percy knew, his head was connecting with the stone hard ground.

He looked up to find the man standing over him, still smirking.

The man crouched down, reaching up to place his hand on Percy's cheek just as he had the first time. What was he doing? The touch was almost... gentle. All the other touches had been anything but gentle.

Percy blinked confused as he watched the man unbutton his jeans, slowly pulling them down Percy's legs.

His head hurt too much to lift it so he wasn't able to see what he did with them.

The man pulled his pocket knife out, holding it up into the dim light in the room and watching it glisten. Percy hated that knife, it has been one of the many sources of his pain for however long now.

The man placed the knife at the collar of his shirt, slowly dragging it down the fabric as he looked up at Percy, ready to speak.

"I heard it's your birthday, so you get a very special treat today."

His birthday? He'd been here for over two months already?

Wait, what did he mean by special treat? Why was he taking Percy's clothes?

Percy was fully naked now, unable to do anything but watch as his captor's eyes glided over his body, inspecting him.

He was confused, this didn't seem right. Plus there was no way whatever was about to happen was going to be a treat for him. The only thing this man had done was cause him pain.

His throat was burning, the mixture of disuse and chemicals not helping any.

His whole body was sore. He just wanted to go home. He didn't care if he didn't have a physical home. Home was where the others were and that's where he wanted to be right now.

Bewildered, Percy watched as the man reached down to unbutton his own jeans, gently starting to tug them off.

The hunter stopped, looking down into Percy eyes. They were such a beautiful mix of blue and green. The boy really was unique.

The hunter gulped, not able to handle the way those innocent eyes stared up at him in confusion. Did he seriously not know what was about to happen?

He'd never felt like this. What was this feeling? He couldn't stand the thought of taking the boys innocence away from him like this. The boy didn't even know what was about to happen for gods sake.

The man made his decision as soon as he saw the tears glistening on the skinny, scarred cheeks.

Percy watched dazed as the hunter pulled up his jeans, leaving the room without so much as a look in Percy's direction.

Huh?

The hunter was confused, what was this feeling? What did this boy, this unique have that no one else had? Why this boy, the boy he's kept hidden for months, the boy who's pain he's at fault for?

Percy didn't understand. The visits had lessened and the hunter seemed to be... going easy on him?

Alone.

Alone.

No one's there but him.

No one's there but him.

He's on his own.

He's on his own.

Just as he was always destined to be.

Just as he was always destined to be.

Alone.

Alone.

The voices were back. Percy had been waiting for them to return. He'd stopped having them since the first time he made eye contact with his captor.

Why were they back now?

Maybe it was because his hunter wasn't visiting as often. It was like he'd forgotten about him.

Wait what, his hunter? Where had that come from? He'd been captured by a hunter who's only caused him pain so far. Why would he want to call that his?

Alone.

Alo-

He looked up as the faint ringing in his ears doubled and his head started pounding again.

The hunter stood there, looking displeased but... eager?

He approached where Percy was sat, huddled up in a corner of the room. That was another thing Percy didn't understand. He'd been allowed out of his chair lately. He didn't get any closer to leaving this place though. He was too weak to even get from one corner of the room to the other, let alone make it back to Canada.

Percy flinched slightly at the little clanking sound. Looking up, Percy found his captor crouched in front of him, a plate of food on the floor to his right.

Wait, a plate of food?

The hunter flinched at the slightly hopeful, sad look Percy was giving him. Oh gods, what had he done to the poor boy?

Deciding he'd had enough time to think about it, the hunter started explaining his thought process, sliding over the plate of food to Percy before sitting down and beginning.

"Look, I don't know what this feeling is and it seems like you're quite familiar with it I guess? I don't... I don't."

Tilting his head, Percy's eyes darted from the food on the floor to the man sat in front of him, cautiously reaching out a shaky hand at the small nod he received.

"I know I took you away from your... siblings and for that I'm... I'm... I'm sor... I'm sorr... and for that I'm sorry but..."

Percy's face softened. He could tell his captor was struggling but the fact that he was trying - for Percy - was oddly comforting.

Slowly, Percy put down the bread roll he was currently eating, reaching up to place his shaky hand on the blonde man's shoulder, signalling for him to continue.

"The look in your eyes on your birthday - you didn't even know what was happening - it made me feel... it made me feel... I don't even know. I just knew I couldn't do it. Your eyes seemed so dull, they looked inches away from lifeless. I felt... I felt like I didn't want to be the one to cause that. To be the one to cause your eyes to go from dull to lifeless. The feeling I felt, I can't even put it into words. I just know I've never felt like that about anyone. I tried to stop coming to see you but then the thought of you sitting in here on your own, waiting for someone to come, anyone. It, it didn't... sit right with me."

The hunter raised his head, allowing Percy to get a good look at those normally steely blue eyes. They looked almost... vulnerable. That couldn't be it right?

Furrowing his brows slightly, Percy went to speak, only to wince in pain straight after.

The older boy's eyes flashed with guilt, a feeling he wasn't familiar with at all. What was this boy doing to him?

Percy faintly remembered seeing his mom kiss his dad whenever that same look appeared in his dad's eyes. Was that what he was meant to do?

Hesitantly, Percy leaned up to place his lips against the hunter's, not really knowing what to do other than that. He'd never kissed anyone before.

He hadn't expected that. Sensing the boy's lack of knowledge, the older boy quickly took charge of the kiss, trying to stay sensible when he remembered Percy's innocent little heart wouldn't be able to stand too much.

They both pulled away for air, the hunter mentally cooing at Percy's short breaths.

The boy was panting, face bright red. He'd never done that. He liked it. Was that bad?

Frowning slightly, the hunter grabbed the glass of water that Percy hadn't noticed before and held the straw up to Percy's lips.

Percy moaned as he felt the cold water slip down his throat, soothing it slightly.

The hunter noted how Percy's muscles seemed to relax more and more with each sip of water Percy took.

The hunter gulped at the noises Percy was making, trying hard not to take them out of context. Percy, flushed and panting, eyes half-lid, beg-

No. He can't have those thoughts, not now. The boy was innocent and currently very vulnerable.

Because of you.

The hunter tried his best to ignore the little voice of reason at the back of his mind, he knew it was telling the truth.

Before Percy knew it, he'd drank all the water from within the glass.

Still unable to speak just yet, Percy leaned up to place a peck on the man's lips as thanks.

The hunter blinked confused. Did he just, did he just thank him for providing him with food and water?

The man felt another pang of guilt at that thought.

They sat in silence as Percy ate the rest of his meal, his eyes darting up at his captor every so often as if he was scared he was going to steal it.

The hunter watched as Percy slowly drifted off to sleep, looking a lot lighter than he had earlier that day.

"Mr Simmons?"

Sorry, this feels a bit rushed. Should I do a part three?