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Hey guys I am putting my other stories up for adoption and putting my focus solely on this story because I feel that it is the one I can make the most out of. I am going to redo these few chapters I have already posted and then continue the story. I thank all of you who are still following this story. Please review and give me both positive and negative feedback. Don't be shy, that's one of the perks of being anonymous. Now on to the story.

Chapter 1:

Pain. That was all the boy could feel as he watched his friends fall. One by one. All around him was utter chaos. Screams came from the mouths of campers and monsters alike. The young hero froze in horror as he heard one scream above all the others. "No!" The man screamed as he watched his only love fall to the ground writhing in pain.

A new passion arose in the teen and he was a flurry as he worked his way towards the only thing that gave his life purpose. After his mother and step-father had died during the battle of New York, the only thing that held him to the planet was her. His one and only love.

After what seemed like an eternity, he reached his beloved. Placing his hand over the gushing wound he reassured his love, though he seemed to be convincing himself. "Your going to be just fine wise girl."

The dying girl shook her head and gave him a painful smile. "I'm not going to make it this time seaweed brain and you know it."

"No! You can't leave me. I can't live without you An-" She silenced him with her lips.

"I love you seaweed brain." She said before the light faded out of her eyes and her soul left her body.

"No!" Percy yelled as he shot up in bed, waking up from the nightmare. It had been 5 months since he had left his old life behind and he was still having nightmares. Looking at the clock, Percy groaned. 3 o'clock. Knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, Percy got up and got ready for the day.

After showering and dressing in his workout clothes, Percy looked in the mirror, arranging his face into an emotionless mask. Ever since SHE had died in wasn't hard. He hardly felt anything anymore except pain when he relived that day.

Percy trained at the gym for three hours before taking another shower and dressing in his uniform. Before he had a chance to walk out the door, his phone buzzed. It was from Hill. 'Fury wants to see you in his office.' Percy sighed and left his room setting course for the directors office.

It was crowded in the hallways but Percy had no trouble, his cold expression parted the crowd like the red sea until a new agent, who had lost her guide, bumped into him. Turning around she saw his cold stare. She stammered an apology. "I-I'm so s-s-sorry."

He nodded and spoke in a cold and dangerous voice. "Don't let it happen again." She nodded, looking like she had just peed her pants, and sulked away to locate her guide. Percy looked around to the other agents who had stopped to witness his reaction. "Why are you all staring? Get back to work." He said to everyone in a harsh voice. The agents quickly looked away from their superior and continued walking. Even though Percy had only been an agent for 5 months, he was already a level 9 agent.

The 18 year old agent, who had made a mistake of not getting out of Percy's way, had finally located her OC. "Who is that?" She asked Agent Ward.

Ward smiled. "That, Skye, is Agent Jackson. He is a level 9 agent, seventeen, and very, very deadly."