A/N: So, about two weeks ago, I noticed this new trend in the Percy Jackson fandom. The trend where a fanfic will be about Percy being betrayed by everyone he knows and then becoming some super assassin or something. I bring this up because this story was originally going to be my two cents worth in this whole trend. However, I then got thinking, and then the story evolved into something much more different. For example, this is also a Kane Chronicles crossover. They won't come in until later, though. Anyway, just wanted to let you know that. Enjoy.


Percy

If there was a phrase to describe Percy Jackson's life a year after the Giant War, it would be: going pretty well.

And that was true. Even though he still lived with his mother and faced the everyday challenge of being on the lookout for monsters, it was going pretty damn well, if you asked him.

Percy whistled quietly as he traveled from the camp mess hall to his cabin. It was a clear and bright day, seeing as it was June already, and everyone was in a chipper mood. At least, the son of Poseidon assumed everyone was.

He didn't know why, but everyone seemed to be ignoring him. He had just come back to camp for the summer, and whenever he tried to greet anybody, they'd all say that they "had something to do", or they would mumble out a greeting before going on their way.

Not only that, but some people he knew he hadn't seen at all. Some, like Nico or Thalia, were explainable, but others, like Grover, were unexpected.

Meh, Percy thought, maybe I'll see them later on today.

The thing that bothered him the most, though, was that he hadn't seen Annabeth. Their lives had been tightly woven together ever since the war, but about a couple weeks ago, he gradually began to lose contact with her.

Percy passed by the Athena cabin, and when he looked inside the window, he saw some of the campers hard at work on maps and such. They were really getting into it though, much more than Percy had seen before.

Then he walked by the Hephaestus cabin, and things began to get even stranger. The campers inside were building the weirdest weapons the demigod had ever seen. Some looked like a mix between a sword and a speed detector; another looked like a cross between a flamethrower and a sword.

What's going on? Percy thought as he then continued to walk on up to his cabin.


10:30 pm

The day hadn't stopped getting any weirder. Chiron was nowhere to be seen, and Mr.D almost didn't talk at all. There had been no activities, and some of the half-bloods were gathering everything they could find, from food to weapons.

People still wouldn't talk to Percy, and his closest friends were still a no-show. Percy had fallen into a very troubled sleep when he was awoken by the quiet clutter and voices outside. Percy's eyes shot open(his sleep had been very light that night, after all), and he tried to listen to what the campers outside were saying. He couldn't make anything out, though, as he didn't have super-hearing.

Quickly, Percy got up and changed into a random jeans, camp t-shirt, and light sweater, before stepping outside into the surprisingly cold and dark night. The people who had been outside his cabin were gone now, and suggesting by the fading sound of a car engine, the son of Poseidon suspected that they had taken the camp truck.

Percy also noticed with a sudden realization that he was probably the only one left at camp now. Usually there were always some cabins that stayed up after curfew. However, now Percy could barely see anything, it was so dark. Percy blindly approached the second camp car that they had acquired since the war, started it up (the keys were always forgotten in the glove compartment), and tried desperately to catch up with the other vehicle.

Luckily, Percy was able to see the truck's lights up ahead on the dirt countryside road; they were still too far away to be caught up with, though.

I'll just see where they're going, Percy thought a bit nervously as he awkwardly maneuvered the wheel. Still don't see why they didn't invite me.

As Percy followed the other campers, though, he began to get a feeling of dread, like he wouldn't want to see their destination. The feeling was so strong that he almost turned back. There was a small part of his brain that kept saying Turn back, turn back now, just go back to sleep, they'll never know-

Shut up, snapped the part of Percy's brain that was in control.

Finally, both of the cars approached the entry point of Manhattan-

"The city?" Percy mumbled to himself as he continued to drive onward, "Why there?"

The half-blood realized that the people in the other vehicle will know that somebody's been following them, and so Percy decided to park the car and continue to follow the car out on foot. It wasn't going that very fast now anyway.

The city was still somewhat alive. Many of the street lights were turned on, and so were some of the lights in some of the buildings. That twenty-four hour McDonalds was still running, as were other various stores and restaurants. People were out on the streets as well, but not a lot, by any means.

Finally, the camp truck stopped, right at the foot of the Empire State Building, and as Percy hid in the shadows and watched, he began to wonder if what the campers were going to do would have serious consequences.

The doors of the truck opened, and the campers came sprawling out. There were only a small bunch, surprisingly; Percy wondered why nobody else had come. It was summer break after all.

There were only about three dozen there (some were crammed in the back of the truck), and out of them all, Percy could only recognize a few.

Suddenly, much to the eighteen-year old's shock, the campers began to bring weapons from out of the car. Some of them were traditional Greek weapons, but others were some of the strange contraptions Percy had seen earlier.

Suddenly, even more to the half-blood's shock, several beings materialized, who he recognized as Greek gods. There was Zeus, Athena, Ares, Dionysus, and Hera. Basically, the gods who probably hated Percy the most. What was an even bigger shocker was that they weren't even trying to conceal themselves! They were still towering above everyone else!

Finally, people were beginning to notice the fact that there were five extremely tall and pissed off looking people in their midst, and some began to scream, while others immediately began to back away. While this was happening, Zeus had brought up one hand.

That was all that it took for the god to shut down all of the electricity in the city. The screams and shouts began to increase, until it seemed like the whole city was wailing. Finally, Zeus's voice boomed out "QUIET!"

The yell spread for several blocks, and Percy almost had to cover his ears. In the darkness, a rod of yellow electrical light sprang up, and Percy realized that Zeus was carrying his master-bolt.

Percy finally saw where this was all going, and just the thought of the gods attacking the city almost made him bolt out in front to stop them. However, he stayed put and forced himself to watch.

"Attention, mortals," the god of lightning boomed out again, "We have stayed hidden from your weak eyes for far too long. You all have forgotten about us, and have forgotten that WE are the ones in POWER!"

As he said this, he rose the master bolt up high, and lightning crackled up from the sky and connected with its tip, lighting up the entire city for more than two seconds. In those two seconds though, Percy saw that Annabeth was in the demigod crowd.

Now he grew even more confused. Why is she here? Why's she supporting this?

Then again, she didn't look like she was in favor. She looked quite somber, in fact.

Before Percy could think about it any further, the god continued "Our children have been in the dark for too long as well. That is why we show ourselves to you tonight. We have come, to take back what is rightfully ours."

At this point, he turned and looked right at Percy, who at that moment had thought that he was concealed. "This world, is unfitting for you. That is why we take it back. NOW."

And at that point, all hell broke loose. Percy had at first thought that the weapons made by the camp were made out of celestial bronze, which was unharmful to mortals. Now, though, Percy saw that they were made out of real, cold steel.

Some people might've either thought that the event was all a trick, or just might've been insanely stupid, because they actually began to fire at the gods. The bullets did nothing, and to Percy's horror, Zeus shot one of the attackers back with his own lightning, instantly electrocuting the man.

Then, the demigods began to attack with their weapons. Percy almost staggered back as he saw one of the campers slice a woman's head clean off. What the hell? He thought a bit ludicrously as he began to back away more. Suddenly, the god of war threw a jar of presumably greek fire at one of the stores, and it instantly went up in flames, killing everyone inside with the flames spreading.

Some of the demigods began to do the same to other people, or just began throwing it at random, hitting everything except the Empire State Building, which was of course the entrance back to Olympus.

It was pandemonium. People were running everywhere, trying not to be killed. Suddenly, a demigod ran up to Percy, sword pointed straight at his chest. He looked only a couple years younger than the Son of Poseidon. Percy was quickly able to deflect the attack with Riptide.

"Why are you guys doing this?" he yelled out to the furious-looking demigod.

"We're tired of being pushed around!" the camper snarled back as he attempted to attack again. "The gods NEED to be believed in. Not just by us, but by EVERYONE. Fear is our tactic!"

Percy was quickly able to dodge all of the attacks before hitting the camper's helmet with the hilt of his sword, rendering him unconscious. With that, he quickly looked around for Annabeth amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, the half-blood cried out and arched his back backwards as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his back. He realized that he had just been stabbed. Before he could say anything, the attacker twisted the small blade, increasing the pain, making him yell again.

Finally, the knife was drawn out, and Percy fell onto his knees. He could feel the warm blood seeping out of his back.

He looked up to face his attacker. The identity of the attacker shocked him more than anything else. It was Annabeth.

Percy's eyes were filling up with tears now. Why? He thought sporadically as he felt himself grow weaker from the blood loss. His eyesight grew blurry, and as he looked on to his once-girlfriend-now traitor, he asked one word: "Why?"

The blonde chose not to answer. Instead, she decided to pick Percy up with surprising strength and throw him right up against a wall. The pain from being stabbed and hitting the wall mixed together, and he slowly slid down onto the ground, a thin trail of blood left on the wall. He grew increasingly dizzy, and the last thing he saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was the sight of a large building up in flames, and the feeling of the ultimate betrayal.

When he next woke up, all of him hurt. His mind, body, and spirit had been almost utterly shattered.


It was still dark, but just turning to dawn. Everything was rubble. Almost no building was left standing, and everything, including Percy, was covered in dust. Everyone was gone, except for the dead that lay around him. At least, the ones he could see. The only building still standing was that infernal Empire State Building.

As Percy got up, he felt more increased pain from the area in which he got stabbed. It was probably infected by now, and getting worse. He also must've cracked his skull, because his head was throbbing, he couldn't see straight, and he was staggering whenever he walked.

That pain, however, was replaced by another: the feeling of being betrayed.

And Percy grew angry. They killed everyone, he thought, as he realized that Sally and Paul were probably dead as well. She tried to kill me, and they all left me for dead. No more tears fell, though. The sadness was gone, replaced by anger.

Anger, and the need for revenge. No matter what happened, Percy vowed that he was going to get vengeance for what happened here. Not only that, but this new idea of spreading fear had to be stopped as well.

It didn't matter if he had no help at all. He would do it. Finally, he managed to walk amongst the rubble, and head straight towards the road that led out of the once-vast city.


A/N: Don't post a review listing the plot holes so far: they'll all probably be debunked in the next chapter. Also, has anyone seen the Catching Fire trailer? It looks awesome! Anyway, please review, and share your thoughts and opinions, blablablablablablablabla(snore….snore….)