A/N: As it says in the description, this is just a little experiment that I thought up with like three hours of sleep in my brain so I might continue it, I don't know, it depends on reviews and whether or not I have the motivation. Both Percy and Annabeth are a little OOC but, you know, they're supposed to be psychopaths, so who wouldn't be a little?

IF A PERSON were to casually observe Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase's lives, they would find that they were a normal couple. They lived together in a small house in one of the scant woods in coastal New York, in a small neighborhood where they took part in the regular potlucks and council meetings. Every morning at six o'clock Percy and Annabeth would enter their kitchen and leave in a small blue Prius, often with one of those tall portable mugs filled with coffee. Annabeth would drop Percy off at the aquarium, where he worked as a diver and keeper of the fish, so to speak, and then she would drive to Athena Inc., the architecture company she worked for. After they had finished work, those steps reversed and they would head home. Most of the time, they settled down for a movie and popcorn after dinner, then went to bed at around 10. Sometimes they would dissapear into their bedroom before dinner, come back out, and order pizza before settling down. A casual observer would think that nothing was out of the ordinary with them.

But a casual observer doesn't notice little things. Little things like on those abnormal days, the days they just decide to order out, the hands that are piling cheese back onto slabs of dough are sometimes tinged pink. Sometimes you hear traces of music floating up from the basement when there is seemingly no one in the house. Sometimes you could hear drills, or saws, and sometimes, very rarely, you could hear screams.

Granted, most of the times those faint calls for help were drowned out by music, some loud 80's band or punk rock. The neighbors thought nothing of it, as the houses were spread so far apart there was no one to wonder what was going on, no one to help. So no one thought anything was going on.

But oh, were they wrong.

When Percy and Annabeth would fade into their bedroom, there was something more. There was an entrance to the floor beneath them, the basement. And in that basement, there was almost always a man.

Not a good, respectable man, but one of those dirty people who think that they can just fly by through life by scandalizing people and then throwing money at anyone who threatens them.

No amount of money could ever get rid of the threat of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

On a particularly bleak day in March, You would see the couple go into their bedroom as soon as they go home, looking happy as they shut the door behind them. This is when a casual observer would walk on. This is when a casual observer would think that they were a healthy couple. This is when a casual observer would share a sly smile with themself, for the think they know what is going on.

You and I know differently.

In case you're wondering, this is what happened on this particularly bleak day in March.

Annabeth picked Percy up from the aquarium, almost buzzing with excitement. They shared very few words, only similes and sideways glances as they headed home, the epitome of a happy couple. When they arrived, Annabeth took Percy's hand and they bounded into the bedroom. Once inside, they oped up a locked door to find a dimly lit concrete staircase leading into a cold gray room with an area covered in the plastic you use to protect couches when painting. In the middle of that area was a man. He was like any other man, tall, dusty hair, and a handlebar mustache that he was quite proud of.

He was also a rapist. He had taken women and forced them to have sex with him, in the most disgusting way possible. Thankfully, he won't be doing that anymore.

This abomination happened to be tied to a sheet of metal that was partly upright, so it wasn't completely vertical, but nearly was. It had two blocks on either side of it that were like an axle of sort, rotating only when told to.

Annabeth walked up to him, no longer smiling happily, but hungrily.

Percy walked off to the side to pick some music while she stood in front of him, hands on hips.

"Hello, Mr. Hornsby. How are we doing today?"

A reply came from the weak figure, muffled because of the five layers of duct tape that surrounded his mouth.

"Good, good. We have something very special planned for you. We always to with the nasty people, the ones who think its okay to live like you do."

The music came on, the opening tune playing mockingly in his ears. Annabeth couldn't help but smile, and sway just a bit. She turned around to face Percy, who also had a huge grin on his face while he tapped to the beat. The lyrics started, and they both started full-on dancing with each other while singing in a falsetto:

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man; no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around, since I was born

Annabeth half hummed the tune while whispering to Percy about what to do next with the lovely toy they had acquired. He replied by wrapping his arms around her hips, saying, "I love it when you talk dirty to me," and they would kiss in a frenzied, passionate manner, teeth hitting and tongues roaming all over. Eventually they remembered the matter at hand, after clothes were already halfway off.

And now it's all right, it's OK, And you may look the other way

They looked to the creature in their grasp and went to the desks that lined the walls on either side. Percy walked up to the man, a murderous glare in his eye and a smile playing upon his lips, with a deadly blade in his hand. He pressed one edge of the sword up against the throat of the toad in front of him before slicing upwards and cutting the tape off.

"Don't think about screaming. Not yet." He circled the pale specimen, always holding his blade up against some part. "I do hope you're not hoping that anyone will help you. I can't imagine why anyone would want to."

We can try to understand the New York Time's effect on a man

When he was facing him again, Percy brought down his blade in a lazy arc, barely skimming and thinly cutting the skinny torso from his right shoulder to his bellybutton.

A scream rang out, tugging a grin from Percy. "Do you know why took the tape off, Mr. Hornsby?"

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

"Because I like to hear them scream." he hissed, directly in the ear of his victim.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

With that, the cuts gradually grew deeper and deeper, ending with Percy bringing down his arms in a swing that is meant to tear through armor and bite into flesh, except that it met no armor.

Then it was Annabeth's turn.