I was driving to Disney land when this story came to me. It is pretty different and, be warned- it is not for little kids. I hope you like it and all I've been really thinking about is school (which starts in one day for me) so I'm pretty surprised this came to me. Read, review, and if you like it subscribe. And this is pretty OOC.

Annabeth's POV:

". . .. and if we don't- Annabeth, are you even listening to me!" I looked at my boss. I hadn't actually been listening to his lecture on everything I already know. I wasn't going to tell him that, but I knew that I wasn't going to listen to him anymore.

"Sir, why don't you just tell me what I'm supposed to do? I'm a field agent, I can't stand sitting still." He looked baffled, but I just kept staring at him with my bored expression until he decided to give in.

"Very well then. You will learn about this new gang called D.O.G. They have grown very large in the last few weeks and we need to stop it before they go to far. You need to join the gang and help us stop it from the inside. We will keep you informed, but I truly don't have all that much to tell you. You are the one supposed to get the information, not us. Got it?"

"Uh yeah, but sir? Where would they be located and what does D.O.G even stand for?" I asked. His voice then lowered until I could barely hear him(which wasn't truly necessary since he had his own private office that was both sound proof and bullet proof).

"We hear they are everywhere. We suspect there are even some in the office. We can only guess what D.O.G stands for and I suggest you don't ask your . . . new leaders." He winked at me, and I smiled back.

"Thanks Chiron. This will be a piece of cake." I gathered my stuff and made sure it was all in my bag. I headed for the door and right before I exited I saw Chiron's expression. He looked worried beyond belief. Chiron had always been like a father to me ever since mine died and I had always been like a daughter to him since he had never had one and had also never gotten married. I knew he couldn't stand the idea of me getting hurt or . . . dying. I turned out the door and walked easily through these streets of Manhattan (it wasn't even a busy street when it wasn't 1 o'clock in the morning). I passed the Athena's Architectural designs sign right next to me. That's where I worked; I thought and smiled to myself. I was a Architect, not anything close to like a spy or something. That would be crazy!

It was getting dark and had started to rain when I was about a block or two away from my apartment. I was about to pull out my keys out when I saw three tall, dark shapes headed my way. I squinted at them. Defiantly humans, most likely big and strong buff men. I knew Manhattan was weird and had even weirder people, but I was smart enough to know these weren't the normal weird citizens in New York. They were gang members, and from what I heard, they were in a gang called D.O.G. I came closer to them; ready to start working earlier then I had planned. Time to figure out how these guys worked.

Percy's POV:

My hair was damp and I was so close to home I could almost smell mom's chocolate chip cookies baking. It was the only relief I had after a long day of . . . work. My job was complicated and it involved me getting in some pretty bad situations so I wanted to get home. Right now. Of course I couldn't go home without some sort of back up. Bulldog was on my right, a small but buff guy who you would not want to get in a fight with, and flanking my left was Boxer, a mean looking guy with a snarl on his face. I was only a block away when these usually completely empty streets seemed to show me one more person. The guys saw the person too and looked at me for a signal to tell tem what to do. I shook my head. It had been a longer day then usual, I didn't need to do more work. I was done. As the person came closer I realized it was a girl, and not just a normal one, this one was drop dead beautiful. She had gorgeous blonde hair that was damp from the rain (much like mine) and intelligent grey eyes. I was glad I had decided not to mess up her pretty face. Well, I almost hadn't.

Until she walked straight into me with surprising force, making me take a step back to regain my balance. Boxer and bulldog grabbed her by the arms faster then you could have imagined and brought her down to her knees. She struggled, but I was surprised. Usually girls who got in are way screamed for mercy and begged. This one, not so much. Boxer and Bulldog glared at me, the only expression they are capable of doing.

"Come on Rottweiler. Show her what happens when you mess with D.O.G." Bulldog growled. I cracked my neck and knuckles letting myself fill with blazing anger. I was used to being angry. It's how I could keep doing this job.

"Rottweiler?" The girl snarled. "You look more like a Yorkie to me." I pulled back my hand and slapped her across the face with more force then necessary. I heard the loud smack and I knew how much it would hurt, but she still didn't stop talking.

"Is that all you got? You slapped me? That's what girls do in chick fights!" She yelled at me. I was starting to shake form my anger, or maybe just from how chilly I was. I kicked her as hard as I could in the gut. Now she didn't talk. She fell down as much as she could with boxer and bulldog restraining her. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes; and once again, I was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She spat blood out on the sidewalk and prepared herself for more pain. My anger disappeared and I couldn't stand to beat her up anymore.

"Let's go." I said quickly and started walking fast toward my house. Boxer and Bulldog quickly dropped the girl and I watched as she crumpled to the ground. Usually when I see that happen I laugh or smile, but watching her now made me walk even faster. What was wrong with me?

Annabeth's POV;

Pain. Tremendous, indescribable agony. I have never been hurt so badly in all of my life and hadn't realized before what I was getting myself into. Though I had learned some priceless information, and would report it ASAP to Chiron. I carefully got to my feet, clutching my stomach. I needed to get home fast before they had any ideas of finishing me off. I hurried to my apartment, thinking of the one they called "Rottweiler". Why did he stop hurting me? Did he have to be somewhere else to hurt some other people? Was he bored of hurting me? Was I not good enough to get beat up? I didn't know much about gangs, but I knew they didn't really let off people with just a kick and a slap. And they certainly did not have gorgeous sea green eyes like that. Too bad they were eyes of a killer. I opened my apartment door and locked it behind me and made sure all of the windows were locked. I laid down in bed, trying to feel if "Rottweiler" had damaged any organs where he had kicked me. This wasn't going to be a piece of cake after all.

How'd you like it? Too scary, not scary enough, or just right? Sorry that it's pretty short, it's only the beginning though! Please comment and if you like it, please subscribe. I will try to update ASAP! And please, I really need a beta so if you are interested do not hesitate to tell me!