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Thomas, you bloody shank, you missed!

Summary:

Newt is adopted by camp half-blood. Please be lenient about grammar I'm writing this on a phone.

Notes:

This is an AU were the flare was mostly contained in denver, and also theirs vaccines for the flare. but newt never got the memo.

The way the vaccines work is they don't cure the flare, but they stop is were it is or prevent it. However they make the headaches worse.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Darkness. Everything is dark. Peaceful. Finally. But then- his eyes start perling open and their's a pounding in his skull. Just great! So bloody great! How did Thomas MISS?!

Newt feels his hands clench into a ball. He KNOWS the anger is irrational. But he can't stop it. Usually it's just a hum in the back of his mind. But then something sets him off; and its taking the drivers side and he's the passenger.

He comes to and observes his serouning. No sign of anyone else. He notices the gun. Its just lying their. Waiting for him to blow his brain out. He can almost hear it wispering to him, egging him on.

But before he can ponder that longer, he notices 2 kids running. Ones dark haired, ones black haired. They skid to a stop and take out... swords? Okay, I'm bloody hallucinating again. The two kids- no, actually, they look around my age, whatever. Are a figure of my imagination. along with the demon lady they just murdered. Oh, crap. Not their staring at me.

Their talking to eachover now- but I sort of feel like I'm flouting. And why should I try to stop it. All I ask is to die. Is that to much to ask? The flouting may also be from blood loss. Who knows.

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(JASON POV)

He and percy were talking. They had just killed a demon thing, and thankfully they didn't have to explain it to any mortals.

"So, uh, dude... I know your all happy about their not being mortals but... well... their IS one. Over there. And he looks sorta out of it. Should we, like, go over? I mean, he has a bullet wound in his shoulder." Percy says. "Wait, nevermind that I'm helping the dude!" Percy rushes over.

I can hear the slap of my shoes against pavement as I run over. When I finally get a look at the guy I see what percy means. The guy has a sort of cloudy look in his eyes, disheveled blonde hair, and brown eyes.

"So, how are we going to fix him?" I say.

"Perhaps we could punch him?" Percy says half-heartedly.

"I was thinking along the lines of slapping him but sure." I say, confused.

"Yeah..." percy trails off. "Oh, look, he's coming back."

Chapter 2: Only one POV this time

Notes:

Is their anything I can do to portray newt better? I'm getting crank palace for Christmas, but until then...

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(Newt pov)

Since when were their people in front of me? I should punch them. That is a perfectly logical and fine response. but was it? whispered my mind. Was it completely logical response?

"Ow! The hell?! And how did you get a shoulder wound?!" Blue eyes said.

"Can I see your shoulder wound?" Blondie asked, more nicely than blue-eyed, may I say.

"No. Get the fuck out of my street, misplaced cosplayers." I don't trust them. They seem very suspicious.

"...you can see our swords?" Blue-eyed asked with big eyes.

"Yes, I can see your swords. Now," I say, glaring. "GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU SHANKS!"

"What's a shank?" Said blue-eyes? Looking un-fairly not scared.

"Your coming with us. I'm sorry about percy." Blondie said.

"Newt." I say, trying to not panick. I mean- they weren't going to murder me. Or kill me. Or BRUTALLY and painfully kill me. That's just the paranoia, right?"

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by blondie responding.

"...turtle?" He says, looking undeniable confused.

"My name is newt."

"I'm jason."

I space out for the rest of the walk. We come upon a ramshackle-run-down apartment building. Murder it is. But... why was I fretting so much, earlier. It's what I want. I can't keep a small smile off my face.

Eventually we get there. No murdering equipment exept swords... perhaps I'll be forced into joining a cult? If I'm that desperate, luckily I put the gun in my pocket. It's the weapon I'm the best at, and if it has any more bullets... perhaps I didn't even HAVE to join a stupid cult.

I notice theirs another boy. A small latino. Huh. Don't see that in devner everyday. Usually the small ones were eaten by cranks. Dumpster food was more appealing in my opinion. Perhaps I wasn't far gone enough? I would be soon... which is why when they go to bed I can set everything straight, once and for all.

The latino looks up from whatever he's working on. "Who's that? Find the half-blood we were looking for? Is that him? I'm leo, by the way." He was dressed in jeans, a white shirt, and an army jacket. Also combat boots, for some reason- is his hair sparking?

"Whats a half-blood?" I ask him. Surprisingly he isn't as annoying as the other's.

___________time skip brought to you by kronos__________

As I lay down to bed, i look at the gun. maybe tomorrow.

Notes:

I tried to desribe leo in the outfit calypso made for him? They Aren't together anymore- but why is for you to find out later on in the fit.

Notes:

I wanted to make this longer, but my phone is about to die so... I'll just make the rest the next chapter.