Chapter 1

"Your sentence has been decided! You are banished from this World, this Realm. Never to return again!"

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"Ugh, what happened?" Percy opened his eyes and grimaced in pain, his everything hurt and he had no idea why. Actually, he couldn't remember anything, just that his name was Percy Jackson, and he was extremely pissed. Who at? Well, he didn't know yet, he just knew he was beyond angry and someone was going to pay.

He slowly sat up and looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a dark warehouse, the moon outside dimly illuminating the interior giving it a ghastly, eerie glow. He leaned his back against the wall, wincing and grabbing his sides. It was then he realized that, probably, and he was just spit balling here, the reason he was in pain maybe had something to do with the fact that his arms were covered in blood, bruises and scars, and from the feeling of his ribs, they felt fractured. How he knew that they were fractured, he didn't know. Something had told him that he fractured them before though...

CRASH!

Percy flinched at the sound and his hand instinctively reached into his pocket and grabbed a ball point pen. He looked at it for a moment and laughed. "The heck am I supposed to do with this thing? Sign my death warrant?" He chuckled to himself, but even that hurt so he calmed himself, or at least he tried. Just as he was calming down he started to hear gun shots and yelling. Lots of yelling. "I'm dead." He looked at the pen again and shrugged. Maybe he should write a message, incase he knew anybody that cared that he was going to die. For some reason, he felt that he had been in life and death scenarios before, that or he was just straight mental.

He was sitting a few feet away from a cardboard box, so he scooted nearer to write his name and, well actually he couldn't think of anything else to write, considering he couldn't remember anything. "Guess my name will have to do," he muttered, as he rested his bloody arm on top of the box. He was losing a lot of blood, so he figured he better hurry. Maybe he could crawl away and hide, or escape and find a doctor. Both seemed unlikely, but at this point he just kind of went with it.

He sighed, knowing he was closer to losing conciseness, so he uncapped his pen to write his name, but what he didn't expect was for his pen to transform into a sword. "Woah, what in the-?" Dropping the pen/sword, he looked around before slowly picking it up again. He gave it a few waves around and for some odd reason, the sword seemed like it was made specifically for him. Perfectly balanced, three inches from the tip of the sword so that movements were quick and fluid.

"Okay, screw writing my name, I got to get out of here." Bracing himself against the wall, he started to use it as leverage to stand up. After almost falling a couple times, Percy managed to get to both feet, one arm on the wall, the other holding his sword.

"Just follow the wall Percy, you'll eventually find a door, right?" He slowly made his way in the dark, until he came across a hallway. The screams were getting louder and Percy was moving slower. "Gods Dammit!"

Gritting his teeth, he continued down the hallway, the lights dim and flickering. It looked as if a the warehouse was connected to an office building. As he was trekking down the hallway he came across a framed letter on the wall and stopped to read it.

"Wait a godsdammed second, what country am I even in?" He could tell the writing on the wall was some sort of Asian writing, based off the sticks and windows for words, but he knew for one thing he couldn't read that.

"Schist, lost with no memory, and in Asia? I'm so screwed."

He let loose a string of curses as he continued onwards, fighting to stay awake and trying to come up with ideas on how to escape this very shitty situation. So far though, zilch. He came across a T in the hallway and looked both ways. So far, he hadn't come across anyone, and he was hoping that his luck wouldn't run out. So he took a right.

After around fifty feet, he saw a door on the left side of the hallway. Looking behind himself, he saw no one had found him yet. Pushing off the wall, he made his way to the door to find it locked. Not knowing what else he could do at the moment, he just continued down the hallway.

"Rose, make sure none of these people are recognizable. After what they have all been doing, they don't deserve mercy."

"Yes, Father."

'Crap, that sounded very close!' Percy came across another door and also found it locked. It looked like his luck was finally turning around, just not for the better. 'Really though, was my luck good in the first place?' Considering the situation he was in, he figured not. Which was just great. He had no other choice except to continue down the hallway. At the end of this corridor, the only option to take was a left, so naturally, he did. Still using the wall as support, he turned behind him to see if anyone had followed him.

That's when he noticed how big he messed up. There was blood all along the walls, and he felt like an idiot for not realizing it before. Realizing he just signed his death warrant, he moved away from the walls and started to use his sword as a cane, mostly ineffectively. The point kept getting stuck in the tile and because he was slowly losing strength, it was getting harder and harder to pull out each time.

"Father, have you cleared the warehouse yet?"

"No, the abandoned warehouse is just a front. Our intel indicated that no one would even consider being in there."

"That's weird. There's a trail of blood all along the wall. No one escaped and made it over here?"

"I feel like you should know the answer to that."

"Think it's one of their experiments that escaped?"

"Only one way for you to find out."

"Godsdammit! There coming! And how the heck can their voices project this far?" Not dwelling on it much further, he just tried to find a door to escape this forsaken building. The hallway ended and to the left, there was a door with an exit sign above it. "Some things are just universal I guess." He opened it and stumbled out into the cold, smoggy night. Coughing, he made his way across the alley way to the sound of running water. He didn't know why, but some instinct told him that was were he would be safest.

He had made it maybe twenty feet when the door behind him burst open. "Hey you! Wait, why do you have a sword?"

Percy turned around and saw two people, dressed in what looked like sleek, black body armor with orange accents. One was female, and the other was an older mail by the looks of it. The taller, older dude had a half black, half orange mask with only one opening for his eye, while the girl, his daughter, assumed, had a similar color schemed mask except hers only covered half her face, and had openings for two eyes.

"Who are you people? Where am I?"

The man said nothing and sheathed his sword on his back, while also holstering his pistol on his leg.

"Can you use that thing, kid?" The girl asked.

"Pretty sure we're the same age."

"How old are you then?"

Percy thought about it then shook his head. "I don't know. But I do know there's no way you can be much older then me though."

"How do you not even know your own age? Are you stupid or something?"

"Just shut up already! I don't know anything, okay? Not where I am, who I am, or how I got like this!" Percy gestured to himself, still leaning heavily on his sword.

The man then stepped forward. "What is your name? Can you at least tell us that?"

"Depends, was all the screaming and sounds of people dying because of you guys?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm good. Now if you would be so kind, I'm going to try and find a doctor in this shitty place."

"Rose. He's not going to make it. What do you think?"

"Maybe he can use that sword? If he survives, I bet he would want to figure out who did that to him and slice their head from their corpse."

"Hm, you make a good point. He could be the hero type, though. What if this all a part of the Bat's plan?"

"I doubt he knows we're here. And even if he did, he wouldn't be here, nor would he beat up a kid to use as bait. Right?"

"You make a good point. Maybe a Japanese hero then? Do you know of any off the top of your head?"

"Not noteworthy ones, no. At least none who use a sword and look like this guy."

Percy, seeing as they seemed distracted, turned around to walk away. But seeing as he had lost quite a bit of blood, he took approximately two steps before he fell over, unconscious.

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For the second time that he could remember, Percy woke up in pain, with no idea where he was. He was really hoping that this didn't turn into a habit. He looked around the room he was in to find it was very dull, with just the bed he was in, a dresser, and a sink and mirror. To say he was confused would be an understatement. "Please tell me that I'm dreaming."

He sat up to see that he was shirtless, in sweatpants, and his torso covered in bandages. He got out of bed and walked over to the sink, examining himself in the mirror. He was covered in scars all over his torso and arms, and his jet black hair was a complete mess, almost long enough to cover his eyes if he pulled it down. So of course, he didn't.

He turned on the sink and splashed water in his face, instantly feeling a little better for some reason, but before he could splash some more water, the door opened and a girl with white hair around his age walked in.

"Oh. You're finally up. For awhile there we thought you would kick the bucket, but eventually your ribs starting to heal so we didn't toss you out."

"How long was I out?"

"Eleven days."

"Eleven days?!"

"That's what I said."

"Godsdamn, that's a long time." The girl raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing on it.

"So, you got a name, Sleeping Beauty?"

"Percy. Who are you?"

"Me? Until I can trust you, I'm Ravager. My Father is Deathstroke."

"Ravager. Got to admit, that's a cool name. Actually now that I think about it, didn't your Father call you Rose?"

"Fuck."

"Uh, anyways. Why did you guy's save me? You seemed to kill everyone else there. At least, that's what Deathstroke had said. Or something like that."

"That's a nice way of saying 'Thanks for saving my life.' But we figured you weren't a part of what was going on there, considering you had no idea who you were or where you were for that matter. Plus, you may come in handy later. Dad doesn't like killing innocent people, so he only takes contracts to kill very corrupt, evil guys. Or to be extra muscle against the League or something."

"The League?"

"Justice League. You know who those guys are, right?"

"Nope."

"Oof. Basically a bunch of 'superheroes' who say they protect the world or something. Dad hates one of their leaders because he is one of the only people in the world who can match him in combat and intellect. Plus he's a rich asshole, so there's also that."

He didn't know why, but he felt like he used to be a hero. Like he used to be a part of a group that saved the world. But as he was thinking about that, he got a splitting headache and started hearing voices in his head.

"How could you? You were supposed to be our Savior!"

"No, I was set up! It wasn't me!"

"Your sentence has been decided!"

"Yo, you good?"

Percy realized he was hunched over with his hands on his head, so he took a deep breathe and stood up.

"Yeah, yeah I think so."

"What was that all about?"

"I think I used to be a hero." At this statement Ravager tensed up, like she was getting ready for a fight, but she let him continue. "I don't know, but something happened. I'm pretty sure I was betrayed by someone. Someone close to me. Or multiple someone's." He clenched his fists, growing angrier and angrier by the second. "I don't know why, even though I can't remember, I keep getting this pissed off feeling." He looked at Rose and saw that she was almost backing out of the room. "It feels like the people I protected, the people I fought beside, plotted my death. Is that weird?"

Rose untensed and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe saving this guy was the right thing to do after all. Only time would tell. "No, it's not weird. Hero's make empty promises, saying they'll save everyone when in reality, they cause more harm then good. Buildings fall in their battles, causing people to die and the city to pay for all the damages. If something gets in their way, they'll just bulldoze right through it in the so called name of justice. Heroes are hypocrites, and plus they're annoying as Hell."

Percy started to feel a growing dislike for these so called 'heroes.' He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. "I really appreciate you saving me. What can I do to repay you?"

"You could join us. My dad could always use someone good with a blade. Of course, he would have to test you first and see how you do, considering we fight meta humans and small armies most of the time."

Percy's eyes trailed over his scars on his body. Rose noticed him looking and walked up behind him.

"Whatever happened, you'll get your chance to get back at them. Those scars look deep, and I'm sure if you could remember how or why you'd got them, you'd hate the people who gave them to you, too."

"In order to get back at them, I'm going to need my memory back to know what happened and who these people are."

Rose smiled a sly smile. "Well, maybe you should join us then. My father knows a guy who might be able to help. He kind of specializes in stuff like this. Memory loss, at least. Of course, the final decision will be up to my Dad, but maybe it's worth a shot?"

Percy glanced at his scars one last time and turned to the white haired girl. "You know what? I might just take you up on that offer."