*English*

So, I felt like trying out something new. And ended up with this... 

There was screaming. Far off, in the distance. A pale teen cocked his head, ears twitching. He wasn't sure what to do. You see, pain wasn't his domain, fun was- not that he did much of that these days. The screaming increased in pitch, morphing into haunting keens of suffering. 

The teen made his decision. Someone needed help and whether they believed in him or not they would get it. 

.~-_= '' =_-~.

His father had disowned him. His girlfriend had left him. The rest of his friends were so fucking scared of him they trembled whenever he tried to speak with them. His mother told him it was for the best, 'the child needs a normal life,' she'd pleaded. A life without him.

He was alone. In life and this pain. 

He had never expected his powers to change. They should have just faded, not grown stronger. Not allow him access to the world. Not give him the ability to manipulate the fucking Earth. 

He screamed. It burned. Something was burning. 

Or freezing. He was freezing. Why in the name of Tartarus was he freezing? 

He keened, writhing on the mossy ground. He was changing, his body. His hair was pitch black now, dark as night. 

He was howling now, clawing at his eyes. Then it stopped. The lack of pain left him breathless. Slowly dragging his hands down his tear-stained cheeks, he wearily sat up. 

He jumped when his head crunched into something. He heard a cold laugh emanate from in front of him. And that was when he opened his stinging eyes. 

.~-_= '' =_-~.

The teen frowned staring down at the writhing boy, clawing at his face. He knelt, peering at the boy, whose screams had ceased. 'Crack.' The teen's hand flew up instinctively, clutching his probably broken nose. His laugh was uneasy and quite awkward. 

The boy's eyes flew open and within an instant, the odd boy was on his feet and had his arms raised in a defensive fashion. 

Frowning, the boy cocked his head, lowing his fists slightly, "Who the fuck are you." A smile graced the teen's lips, "You can see me?" The astonishment was clear in his voice. "Yes?" The boy questioned, "Should I not?" 

The pale teen's eyes widened, "No, no um nevermind. The name's Jack." 

"Percy," came the curt reply, "Percy Jackson." 

So, Wuddya think!?