AN: So yeah, here is my rewrite. I'm gonna put in fluffier Pertemis scenes (YES! :D), more Chaos-y stuff, and more Percy. And Thalia. And Artemis. And Phoebe. And Apollo. And Hermes. And Emo Nico. AND MRS. O'LEARY :DDDDDD

"-A MAG!" "GOTCHA, HERE, CATCH!" "CHANGING!" "THALIA! TAKE LUCY, STEPHANY, SYDNEY, PHOEBE, AND KATHERINE TO THE NORTHWEST PERIMETER! ARTMEIS, YOU AND PERCY GOT SOUTHEAST! THE REST OF YOU, HOLD THE FUCKING LI-!" Eh…. Wait…. YO! Apollo, did I skip too far ahead? Mhm, thought so. Thank you. Anyway, young (or not), innocent (or not) reader (or naw), let me take you back to where this all began…..

*cue smoke, fog, and dramatic light drop*

. . . . . Uploading date . . . . . Date confirmed: 02-17-2013 . . . . Location: Westover Hall area, Maine, USA, Planet Earth . . . . . Tracking…. Found: Hunters Of Artemis… AND… Demigods, Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Bianca di Angelo, Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase, satyr Grover Underwood…. Enemy presence: Minimal: Manticore, AKA Doctor Thorne; unknown MH-60L circling ravine; possible enemy mortals. Briefing complete, Guardians, you are cleared to engage.

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All was peaceful in the quiet Maine snowy countryside. You couldn't even tell 12 immortal teenagers were there, lying in the snow, under camouflage ghillie suits; not even the prestigious Hunters of Artemis, who walked over their bodies. On a mere hand signal, all of them slowly rose, revealing a mix of white and grey camouflage combat shirts and pants. Black boots donned their feet, and they wore padded gloves. Boonie hats matching their clothes covered their hair and upper head. White face paint was done in a pattern making them seem ghostly. They slowly followed the unsuspecting immortal teenage girls.

The girls stopped, and raised their bows, arrows loaded and bowstrings drawn back, ready to unleash dozens of deadly accurate (and pointy… VERY point) arrows. They saw 4 half-bloods and a satyr, with one held captive, two in fighting stances, a fourth going invisible, and the final one cowering behind the male in a fighting stance. The one held captive escaped the monster's hold as it fell down from exhaustion and multiple wounds.

A Huntress, Zoë Nightshade, stepped forward and began to speak. "Permission to kill mi-" that was as far as she got before the creature lunged at her. It never reached her. One single sharp crack of a rifle, and the monster dissipated into golden dust, going back to Tartarus.

The demigods whirled around, confused as to where the shot came from. The elder Hunters, including and especially Zoë, groaned in annoyance. She whirled towards the forest, and cupped her hands to her mouth, screaming, "JOHNNY! YOU STOLE MY KILL!"

As if on cue, the teenage soldiers stepped out of the trees, led by one with a smoking rifle and cheeky grin. The younger Hunters raised their bows, only to be lowered by the elder ones. Said sarcastic bastard responded, "Aww, Zoë, it's only fair. You stole mine last time. And besides, would you prefer to be lying there gutted while I have to save your sorry ass again?" The jaws of the demigods and younger Hunters dropped to the floor in shock. Zoë mock glared, then sighed, and grinned at him. Added to their dropped jaws, their eyes were bugging out of the young ones' heads.

This was ZOE NIGHTSHADE, Lieutenant of the HUNTERS OF ARTEMIS… AND SHE WAS SMILING AT A GUY! Immediately, thoughts of the Apocalypse plagued their minds. They silently said their goodbyes as they waited for the end to come. To their surprise, (and relief) the planet did not explode.

This caused their tiny little brains to pop out: Artemis cried out, "Johnny!" and hugged him. They were beginning to rethink the Apocalypse theory….

Soon, he was tackled and playfully wrestling with the elder Huntresses, including Artemis. His group soon joined in, tackling girls off his barely breathing body. They all grinned until he raised his rifle towards the cliff. A girl, who by the way looked 14, lifted up a rocket launcher. (It's a SMAW: Shoulder-Mounted Assault Weapon.) Suddenly, a military helicopter (MH-60L: 2.75" rocket pods, M134 miniguns, and some other things; attack variant of the UH-60 Black Hawk.) with a bunch of weapons came out of the ravine, straight towards them. Some Hunters panicked and fired their bows. Yeah, imagine how that works against a steel vehicle.

Soon, bullets were cracking the glass by the cockpit. The boy… man… Eh, we'll leave it at guy, Johnny, calmly stated, "Anytime now, Claudia…" Claudia, who must've been the one with the rocket launcher, flipped him the bird, aimed, and fired. The rocket seemed to sail in slow motion, heading right to the rotor blades of the chopper. It hit right below them, tearing through several layers of metal plating before exploding. The rocket had hit the engines, so it blew the entire helicopter sky-high…. Well, it was already in the sky…. So, well, oh shush.

They could hear the screams of the mortal mercenaries as they were burned alive. Some even fell out into the ravine again, where the chopper fell soon afterwards. The older demigod male, Perseus, sheathed his sword and stuck out a hand, smiling. Johnny shook it, and smiled back. But nothing was warm about it; it was the smile of a child forced to grow up before their time. The smile of a warrior.

"Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon," Percy introduced himself. Johnny smirked a bit, creepily reminding him of the look Thalia gave him before she shocked his ass to the stratosphere. He internally shivered at the thought.

Johnny opened his mouth to speak, and Percy almost fainted right then and there. "Johnathan Campbell, son of Chaos. Yeah, my mom's pretty cool. Hey, Zoë, why does everybody do this when I tell them who my mom is?" He asked. She facepalmed, "Because your mom made the universe as we know it, maybe…?" Intellectual response that fits Percy: Johnny said, "Oh yeah."