"I told you I'm fine." I argued with the pale brunette that sat in the seat beside my hospital bed. I was seriously starting to go crazy. I had gotten all to used to the smell of the hospitals sanitized air and the hard springy uncomfortable beds. I had to get out before I actually went crazy, I'd rather not be sent to the asylum.

"You were freaking stabbed, Percy." Nico retorted exasperated, I groaned and fell back onto the uncomfortable bed.

I was still in a hospital gown because anything else would be considered unsanitary and it wasn't even a good one, it crinkled like a plastic bag every time you moved. I was seriously starting to consider actually watching Jeopardy. That was literally the only thing playing on the TV, next was who wants to be a millionaire, way ahead of you there.

"I know I was stabbed, I was there. That doesn't change the fact that I need to do something." My voice was a wine at this point and Nico just stared at me like I was a little kid, we'll technically I was.

"You don't need to do anything, you can sit there and look pretty." The brooding 7 year old replied and I pouted. Sitting up again making the ruff thin white blanket pool at my waste.

"I will sit here and look pretty. I do that naturally." I quipped and Nico just gave me a dead stare. "Look I'm bored out of my mind, for a moment there is was thinking about watching who wants to be a millionaire. That's like suicide, once you go down that hole you never come back. Also I think I'm talking way too fast, it's probably the ADHD, I haven't moved from this bed in like a week. Never mind scratch that it's been three days. I don't know what I'm doing with my life I mean-"

"Percy"

"I know I'm only 9 but Bruce says I have so much potential, I'm not going to go anywhere in life watching who wants to be a millionaire in a hospital. The only people who do that are old people. No offense to old people of course, I just don't really see their views-"

"Percy!"

"I mean there are perfectly good shows out there like impractical jokers or Marvel's Agents of Shield. Why must they watch shows like Jeopardy? And then they won't let you change it to anything else when you they're watching Oprah. What is it with Oprah? It's like she's some of goddess, the giver to people. What was i talking about? Oh wanting to leave this God forsaken place its-"

"Percy!!"

"So boring and bland, i think I'd rather have the form of torture where you get a cut in the Web of your finger between the pointer finger and the thumb. It's the worst kind of torture, every time you think the cut is healed and you go to reach for something it opens up again and stings like a female dog. Oh, even worse is if you put lemon juice on it, so it always stings. I think I'd rather get stabbed again- "

"PERCY!" Nico yelled and I looked up innocently to his vexed features.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Ok." I bit my tongue and Nico sighed shaking his head at my childlike ramblings. We sat there in silence for a moment before I broke it. "Would I be considered goth?"

"......I'm going to get a dam taco." He spun on his heel and exited the room with a slam of the door. I jumped at the noise and smirked.

"That reminded me of that one book...." I trailed off still smirking, alone at last. Bruce had to run the head of his company no matter how much he wanted to stay here and keep me company. For Dick, the beginning of the school year just started and he was just starting his classes. I should also be in school.... I guess getting stabbed has its perks.

I would probably just go into REM, but that's no fun. I had been in this bed for days on end with the only entertainment being Wheel of Fortune, I was about to hang myself once more. Besides I had something to do, I would get down to whatever happened in that facility.

From what Nico told me, I had lost another friend that night. Something twisted inside me when I recalled her words. Everything you know is a lie. And it was, her words rang true. My reality had twisted to fit the girl in my mind's words. To find that she wasn't even the real person, that I was played made my gut twist. Even the 9 year old that I thought was my friend had knocked Nico out and left him for dead as soon as I got into the facility. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about all the times they had interacted with me. When Luke had trained me in sword fighting and called me his little brother, when Annabeth had taught me about what I was and told me to be a hero. How could it all be so fake? More importantly, how could I not see through the acting? It was all to perfect, to fake, like a fudging movie plot.

Sure, getting stabbed hurt like down under, but getting burnt by the very people who I thought were my friends, people who I thought would die for me..... that was simply indescribable. It came close to making me angry, but I couldn't be angry, not really. Once again it was my fault, I fell for it, I suffered for it. I just kind of felt betrayed, it tormented my mind like I could have done something different, I should have done something different. 

It was like everything in my life followed the same pattern. First I had hope, I could block out the pain of past mistakes with the thought of making new acquaintances and I could forget those who scorned me and made me feel worthless, who still make me feel like I had no importance. Next came the mistakes, I always seemed to mess up one way or another, to break someone who actually matters to me's trust. Despite my intelligence I always seemed to make the wrong decisions and take the wrong turns, someone always seemed to get hurt whether it be my mom Annabeth and on several occasions myself. Then came the lack of communication and scorn, I would shut people out and not tell them things that were important because I thought I could handle it and i thought that i could carry the world on my shoulders. 

I had already met these standards with Bruce, I had messed up time and time again, I had almost gotten killed at least three times. Sometimes, even though he was big and scary Batman he would even try to learn things about me and tried to get to know me better. I regretted my actions sometimes, I shut everyone out on a daily basis, ignoring questions and cutting off conversations that led to me telling them things about my life. Heck they didnt even know that i had friends like Nico, Luke and Annabeth until I needed help. 

I guess I only had Nico now, the big sister bond that i had with the blond haired girl was never real, a trick of the mind, a manipulation. Its not like i could ever be friends with her anyways, the real life telepath was killed, stabbed through the abdomen while I watched frozen in front of her. I don't even know who Luke was to me, he acted like he actually cared about me, called me a brother, he was a good actor. Three days sitting in a confined hospital bed and i still couldn't wrap my head around why anything in that room happened. Was it a long term complicated revenge plan? Was I supposed to die in that low lighted room scared and cold begging for help that would never come?  

I had to get answers, I kept repeating the same pattern, same cycle of hope mistakes pain and death. I had always ran, ran from my problems, I didnt want or need my life to me any more complicated so i ran from all of the compictions.  All i wanted was peace, i didnt want to have to feel the need to run, it seemed that as my actions and the situations i got in repeated they became worse and more traumatic each time. Everything piled on top of each other, weighing me down and every hit I took made seem to hurt less and less but i didnt know if i liked it. I seemed to be almost numb to the prospect of getting hurt or even dying, sometimes I felt like I deserved pain and it alarmed me that I had gotten this low, i had let my thoughts turn darker.

My mind traveled back to the previous day when Bruce and Dick were keeping me company since it was a sunday and they both didnt have anything better to do. Two hours later they were both fast asleep in the visitor chairs, their heads leaning against each other in a position that looked very uncomfortable. It was mid day but that didnt seem to matter to the lightless overcast Gotham sky making the room have a cold light tint, we don't need to go back into a rant for the fifty shades of grey hospital style. I was bored out of my mind but i let the two ninjas sleep, they needed from the multitasking of school, work and the Batman and Wonder Boy nightly outings.   

My ADHD getting the best of me I sat up groggily on the bed, swung my minuscule legs over the side, slid down to the floor and stood up hunched over leaning heavily onto the bed.  My form glided to the private bathroom and i swung the door open to reveal the small room bathed in darkness. My finger graced over the switch and it was filled with a dull yellow light that did nothing to brighten the mood of the hospital. I found myself In front of the mirror once more, hands grasping the sides of the sink tightly, i didnt look up into the mirror. To be honest i was apprehensive of seeing my own reflection, all it would bring was disappointment.

I breathed in deep and bit my bottom lip hard as I let my eyes flutter up to the piece of metal with hesitation. My matted tousled hair looked even more matted after not brushing it for a while and it framed my face in long strands that almost reached my shoulders. I almost glared at the mirror, the piercing sea green orbs scrutinizing every little detail in my appearance.

I breathed in deep trying to keep the sudden stake of pain in my head from getting any worse. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the world, everything. The face staring back at me through the mirror, the confusion and heartbreak I had felt for days. The mirror showed me who I really was and not who I pretended to be, nothing. I was a weak child, a pretender, a closed off cantankerous kid, I wasn't a hero. All i was and all i was trying to be was someone known, someone important, but no i knew that all i ever was was a broken little nine year old trying to be someone would listen to. 

The little boy that glared back at me was weak, a miniscule kid. The boy in the mirror looked like me, his eyes still held a defiant gaze and his wild long black hair framed his face but i refused to think that he was me. My fingers gripped the sink harder making my knuckles turn a shade of white but i was too focused on the little boy in the mirror, me. I squeezed my eyes closed and tears pricked at the sides of my lashes making the corner of my eyes sting, i couldn't be the boy in the mirror he was to weak. I was weak. I was always weak, broken, no matter how cut off i was i would always be dependant on someone, i would never have a voice of my own. 

I rocked myself back and forth on the sink trying to block everything out, the world was cruel, i was to weak to face it. I fell to me knees, quiet sobs racking my chest, everything had become so confusing so complex and it was all falling onto me, my resolve was crumbling. The plastic gown did nothing to block the cold tile floor from raking against my legs and it crackled with every diminutive movement. tears fell down my face freely, not even caring about how weak i was, everything was too hard, it was too much. 

It would be so simple just to end it all, no complications, i could have relief and it would be so easy.  I just cried even harder. 

I brought myself out of my memories, i couldn't think about it, i couldn't think about how simple it was to end my own life or how weak i was, I just needed to get answers. Everything was so confusing so i needed to make it simple, if I kept thinking about how everything was too hard it wouldn't end well.  

I opened my eyes and darted my them between the door and the window, they hadn't taken away my ring. I bit my lip swallowed hard, I had to get out of this place, things to do, people to see. I snached a pen off the desk and tore off a paper towel from the sink and simple wrote that i would be back later and they shouldn't worry, because that would work. I activated the invisible-ness in my ring and practically flung myself out the door.

I ignored the stinging pain in my abdomen as evaded the civilian population, weaving through people to exit the insufferable place. I felt a pang of guilt run through me but it soon disappeared as I breathed in the sanitized air. Not regretting my actions one bit I walked through the automatic door of the hospital, I almost laughed at the strange expression of the security guard.

I silently ran through the streets of Gotham, relishing the clouded sun, anything was better than those grey walls. Was almost to my destination, her apartment complex, when the sun momentarily peered through the veil of clouds. Gotham's fall season was no doubt cold and muggy, it seemed to be the only season in this place, but today warm light grazed the top of my skin.

The, sun that casted it's rays down onto me wasn't really full, it always seemed dull in Gotham like everything else. But as i looked up to the large illuminating ball in the sky it made him squint his eyes from the overage of light. A strange feeling passed over me, somewhere between nausea and adrenaline, and my eyes widened at the sudden blinding light that was shined into my eyes. My vision darkened and I fell against a brick wall on one of the Gotham apartment complexes, my clothed skin grazing the rough wall. I was being pulled into a vision. 

I gasped as his vision changed into a different settings. I was no longer walking down the streets of Gotham, my vision was encased in some kind of light then it was removed making multicolored spots danced in front of his vision. I only caught a glimpse of silver walls illuminated by fluorescent light. What was surrounding me looked like clouded glass and from a crimson tinge of light reflected of the walls if the sides of what looked like a pod.

The most prominent thing that I noticed was the face hovering in front of me, the one who shined the penlight in my eyes. Her skin was a deep chocolate brown with sharp, over calculating eyes and smooth features. Thin green framed glasses hung of the bridge of her nose as she analysed me and her brown hair was put up in a controlled afro.

The woman proceeded to jot down notes onto a classic small yellow paper pad and stuff it into the pocket of her gleaming white lab coat. She shut the metal door and locked it with a hiss turning on her heel out of the room.

The door to the pod like holder was mostly made out of glass, so light shined through reflecting the image from where I viewed. The reflection in the pod wasn't me though, it was of a teenager with startling sky blue eyes and tousled dark brown hair. I only caught a glimpse of anger laced deep into his features before the scene shifted.

It was darker now, it looked to be around midnight, with the moon shining brightly and the sky being only slightly over cast. That wasn't the most interesting thing, it's was the surroundings. Dust hung in the air as if it was levitating above to ruins of what looked like a concrete building. Piles of grey colored ruble surrounded the costumed people who he instantly recognised as the entire Justice League and the three sidekicks, my cousin, Flash Boy, and Saltwater. There was one person I didn't recognize though, he had a filthy torn almost glowing white jumpsuit on and unruly black hair framed his chiseled tan face.

The scene was hazy and tense, almost like a face of between the two groups by the intimidation seeping from the ranks of the Justice League. This wasn't a fight though, he was intelligent enough to perceive that this was a reprimanding. The remaining members of the Justice League either flew down or were carried by platforms from the Green Lanterns. They all seemed intimidating beyond belief and I had to wonder what the mini heros did to have the entire League glare at them like a mother scolding a child.

The scene shifted and suddenly I was right in front of the unknown teen in the ripped white suit. His face remained stoic as he stepped forward in front of the other mini heroes. After a moment of silence he glanced up uncertainty and moved his hand to a torn piece of his shirt with a bit of hesitation. He pulled it up after a moment and revealed the symbol lying beneath, the kryptonian symbol of hope and you could almost see just that shining in the depth of his sky blue eyes that were so much like Superman's. I heard gasps and noises of surprise from behind me before the scene finally faded to dark.      

My vision cleared and I felt my back hit concrete as I collapsed onto the sidewalk, my head swarming with after images of being pulled into REM. I blinked a couple of times breathing heavily trying to calm my thunderous heartbeat and I just layed there on the ground like and idiot. I groaned in pain as I arched my back trying to sit up in a vertical position, pushing myself up with my hands. My chest heaved as I propped myself up onto the brick wall squeezing my eyes tight as i tried to block out the pounding in my head.

 I really hated visions, despised, I would rather try to have an intelligent conversation with a two year old then be pulled into another forced showing of what so ever my bipolar powers choose. I sat there for a moment before pushing myself up off the ground, straightening my spine till it cracked and rolling my neck. To be honest there was several things that I would rather do than have a vision, like skydiving into the ocean without a parachute, walking into a mall with sword and screaming i'm a dinosaur, going shopping with Harley Quinn, and maybe if the circumstances are lined up and the vision is scaring I would rather go to school. You may think that that's a little extreme, especially the last one, but you have obviously never had one of my visions.

At least being invisible had its perks, no one actually saw me fall over and make a complete fool of myself. Groaning I rubbed my face tiredly, by this point I should really be used to my visions. I had no intention of investigating it at the moment, I had something else that took up my mind. My legs followed my brain and took step after step down the practically deserted sidewalk. Even though this was the warmest day you were going to get in a Gotham Fall or the beginning of winter, people didn't clog the street up like I expected.

I didn't take too long to come to my destination, almost and hour of walking, and I came to a halt in front of smooth concrete apartment complex. It was on the nicer side, meaning it didn't have Random holes through people's windows and you couldn't hear the screams that seemingly came from everywhere in Gotham. I gazed up to the tall building with hesitation visible, we'll invisible, in my eyes. Finally I walked through the front glass push door and made the reception woman snap her head up to an empty space. I held my breath until she just shook her head and returned to her work.

I decided that I had freaked the receptionist out enough and I glided silently to the stairs instead of going up the elevator, because under all the sarcastic comebacks, frequent mental breakdowns and sociopathic tendencies i was a generally nice person. Same with Bruce and Dick, behind Bruce's catankterios nature, Dicks slight alterations of the english language and both of their brooding personalities, they were emotional people dealing with loss together. As I stood in front of her door the thought punched me in the gut, they had each other, who did i have?

The memories of betrayal would be forever etched in my mind, how could it not? Standing in front of her the yellow painted pathway to answers I realized the people who acted and told me that they cared about me were the only ones i had. Other than Nico they were the ones that i confided in, the ones that assisted me through heartbreak and it still seemed so confusing and unreal that they would be the ones that caused it. Even Annabeth, or whoever she was, called me out on my ability to trust to easily. I hadn't learnt a thing, even after i trusted the people who I thought were my friends and that would be the one to pick up the pieces and found they were merely actors, I still threw my trust blindly. 

I shook my head trying to shake myself out of my thoughts and raised my hand to knock until i realized i was still invisible, I mentally facepalmed. Before i could even get the chance to knock again the door swung open and i felt something forcefully pull me inside. I stared up dumbly to the girl as she closed the door forcefully and turned her gaze to me. Her face was framed by fiery red hair that was in wild ringlets past her shoulders, it caught the light in an almost perfect way making strands of crimson turn multiple shades of a sunset like orange. Freckles dusted over her cheeks like art work on a porcelain canvas and they framed hardened green eyes. These eyes were different from my vibrant sea green orbs, something about them reminded me of a forest, pure and natural.

"You shouldn't have come here Perseus." Her voice was ominous and the way she said my name sent chills down my spine but somehow her voice wasn't threatening. She was more than a foot taller than me and at that point I was cursing every bone in my body for being so small, I felt like a child. Despite being short I stared up at her with defiance that could rival a bat glare and even though my voice was small and high pitched I answered steadily.

"You already know why I came." I started softly my gaze not wavering the tiniest bit. " And I know I shouldn't have come, even though I don't fully understand but that's why I needed to come. I need answers." the two of us were engulfed into silence and I pleaded silently with my eyes, I had to know. She looked at me for a few seconds longer before strenuously swallowing the lump in her throat and i could almost see her resolve wearing down. "Please."

She bit her lip for a second turning her head to the side so she didnt gaze into my pleading eyes making the yellow sunlight that peeked through her window outline her face in a golden glow. Sighing she turned her gaze back to my hopeful features and nodded her head and my eyes lit up. I was dragged into another room by my arm and she pushed me into an  worn brown leather chair recliner forcefully, she took the seat on the couch next to me. I corrected position on the seat and pulled my knees to my chest and looked back to the red head who was analyzing all my movements with calculating eyes.

"She was right when she said to never trust anything, even yourself. Trust is such a vague description though, such a huge word... it can either make something or destroy it." She looked into her lap and I could see a tint of regret laced into her features. What did she regret? "I never agreed with her on that point though, you see she thought you could only let people hurt you if you trusted them, but I think that her scorning the people that cared about her did nothing to better her life."

" What do you mean?" She glared at me slightly and her response came out a little horse.

"She's still dead, is she not." She rubbed the side of her face to wipe away the slight wetness she had let show. "She died trusting no one, nothing " her voice cracked.

"Why was she in my dreams?" I questioned confused, i couldn't rap my head around the fact that there was another person invading my sleep feeding me information and i had trusted her. The redhead just chalked a laugh that was almost crazed and it made me tense. 

"Lies." She broke out into some sort of crazed giggling that had me glancing around the room nervously. "So many lies, all lies, they thought they could trick you and they did. All for you, the lies the tricks..." she started a pained laugh and it turned into more hysterical giggles. "it was all so you could die" She said in between breaths. "But your alive and it's your fault, she was caught there as bait to fool you, she's dead BECAUSE OF YOU!" She was screaming at this point and I scrambled off the couch falling into the floor unceremoniously.

She shot up off the couch standing in a position above me, even though she was about 5'3 she still towered over me threateningly. My eyes widened in fear as she glared intensely, seemingly slipping out of hysterical crying and giggling and anger. 

"I sorry!" i nearly squeaked out but her glare just intensified.

"What does sorry do for me? Are you going to say those magic words and she magically appears at the door? No! shes not because sorry means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!" She screamed tearing running down the sides of her face. "She was right when she said don't trust anyone, heed to my warning Perseus, DON'T. TRUST. ANYONE. Not even yourself. You know why? Because your a MURDERER! THE KNIFE WAS PRACTICALLY IN YOUR HANDS!"

"I-" She bent down over me and covered my mouth with her hands, her face right in-front of mine and she stared into my eyes with uncontrolled rage.

"How does it feel Perseus, to have been friends with the son of the man who killed your father, the man who almost killed you. HOW DOES IT FEEL?!" She yelled the last part in some kind of crazed tone but I was just confused.   

"What do you mean?" I asked in a small voice, scrambling away from her but she just followed.

"Oh i'm sorry! I thought you were intelligent, obviously you lack comprehension skills. I said HOW DOES IT FEEL!" Tears were beginning to show in my eyes as well and got up so quickly that I almost knocked the redhead over. I bolted to the door turning invisible once more and threw myself out of that place. As i was running down the hall she shouted at me from her door, still with fury in her voice. "DON'T TRUST ANYTHING!"

Hey fandom army.....sorry about not updating for a while but you know I was busy reading spideypool fan-fiction. 

Well I was going to continue this but i felt like to much would be happening so i'm just going to leave it there for now. But hey I gave you 5000 words of pure awesomeness that is me so... yeah. i hope this chapter cleared some confusion about what happened at the facility. HAVE A EXTRAFANTABULOUS DAY MY SQUISHES!