Demigod x Reader

Percy x Reader (Trust Me) {part 1}

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Hello. Do you hear my words? Or are you deaf to my sound? Most are. But that's everyday.

   I'm just the girl with the headphones you'll see walking down the street. Or in a hallway.

   Then you'll run from me. People say I have this aura, an aura of trepidation, defeatist, infrequently.

   But how did that come to be? Is it my lifeless (e/c) eyes? Or maybe my knotted (h/c) hair that's incased with dirt? If that's not the reasoning, could it be my schadenfreude like attitude?

   But the thing is. While you run from my aura, I hear the screams of agony you've inflicted on others. My hearing is so very keen I hear your thoughts, decisions even your movements.

   Most would all me crazy, but I assure you so that I am a mere mortal 14 year old, just with capacities very few others possess.

   And my sight, my sight as well sides with my keen hearing.

   I see many, I see your fears, your past and death. Death my strongest vision. I see them so clearly, it's like they're among the living souls still trapped in this hell with the government as our devils, and the president as lucifer himself, the satan of this world. He traps us and forces us to do what he wants, to follow his rules blindly, that's our breathing punishment. Forced behind invisible bars.

   My undead fellow beings seem to worship me as if I was their god. I like that power. I may not feel, I may be numb, but I know the power is there. I can sense it.

   The harmfully wonderful sensation that travels up my spine leaving me in chills as it's trail. My mind was preoccupied with my thought of power that I didn't realize that my class had abandoned me for lunch.

   Damnit, again, I have gotten lost my my own thoughts, what a puny action. Not even the keenest of most such as myself are completely perfect, wouldn't you say?

   I grabbed my bag and plugged in my headphones to my phone listening to my music, that's really all I did anyway. I quietly was heading down to the Cafeteria when I stopped abruptly. I heard a alluring scream. It held me in a trance. A trance so puissant I was led to it. The screaming song led me to the male bathroom.

As I crept inside, I caught eye of a bathroom stall that was left ajar, I peered inside to face to face with a boy, his raven black hair blood infested and his sea-green eyes inflicted with pain.

He looked like he had received a stab wound. I would feel scared, if I had emotions to spare, he looked at me. "Help, please" he pleaded.

I sighed, lifting him up and dragging him out of the bathroom to go inform a teacher.

As I walked the halls I found someone who rushed into help, that's when my work was over, I sighed as I walked away from the boy, not having a care in the world about what would happen to the poor boy, whom I believes name was Percy.

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This was short but I'll be putting out another part soon