"Cause everybody's got a dark side, would you love mine?" I repeat these lines in my head as I think about how no one would ever love me for who I am if they found out what I had done. I, Percy Jackson, had murdered countless of people for all the wrong reasons. But it is my job to kill the people I have been assigned and never feel guilt afterwards. When I was 13, my mother died. I was alone in this cruel world. I had to provide for myself, so I joined an underground organization. One where I had to kill people I was assigned to earn money, and it was a decent amount earned for each person.
I look at the man that was laying on the ground next to my old pair of converse that was stained with droplets of blood. Ugh, I need to wash my shoes
I look at the man that was laying on the ground next to my old pair of converse that was stained with droplets of blood. Ugh, I need to wash my shoes