hey guys! This is my first story on and am really excited to share with you. This story is because of a deal I made with my annoying and amazing best friend and if you are reading this ky it's me sharinig my storie online! Please read and review it would mean a lot, and most importantly enjoy!

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disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series, and none of the characters are mine. The only thing that I own is the plot.

Percy Jackson is an assassin, and a very good one at that, but when a certain blonde with stormy grey eyes witnesses Percy kill someone, he is forced to kidnap Annabeth. Will they be able to forgive or will they be unable to forget?

Chapter 1 Percy POV:

I slide my fingers through my messy raven black hair, taking in my surroundings. I stand on top of a building looking out at the New York skyline, the sun setting, and sinking into the horizon, making land and sky one. My favourite time of day, when it feels as if you could touch the sky when really it is too far for you to reach.

Now if only I didn't have to kill someone.

My sea green eyes scan the ground, searching for my target. When I lay my eyes on him I grin. But not out of happiness, it's not like I want to kill him, but that i will be safe from the boss, if only for a little while.

Now I bet you're wondering, why the hell would someone be an assassin, if they hated killing people. Well that's something that I will never tell. I focus my eyes back on my target, trying to make his quick. If they have to die, I want them to feel as little pain as possible.

I grab my gun and bag and start to move down the staircase. If I don't get the timing right this could get messy. My feet hit the ground after jumping off the two story landing, something that would have injured a normal person but not me, because hey, whoever said that I was normal. My target has walked down an alley way, he is supposed to be a genius, but who in hell walks down a New York alley way in a sketchy part of town. He's taking only being book smart to a whole new level.

I silently walk behind him, an art that I have mastered over the years, and when he turns around I close my eyes and pull the trigger.

I can't take it, when just for a moment, even if it's just a moment, they know that they are going to die, and they can do nothing about it. They no that they are never going to see their families again, never go to get to say I love you to their parents, grandparents, husbands, wives, and children. Never be able to walk down the street like a normal person, stressing over things that at the time seem big, but in the grand skeem of things are irelevant.

So that's why I close my eyes. The shot sounds and rings through my ears. After a moment I open my eyes, and turn away from the body, ready to run. This will be on the news in a couple minutes, and I don't want to be a bistander. I turn around my lips in a thin line, a stern look on my face, telling people to dare to mess with me.

I look up and that's when I see her. A beautiful blonde with princess curls framing her face. She has a tan athletic body, and slight but prominent curves. she's the exact description of the stereotypical California girl if it weren't for her eyes. They are a stormy grey, calculating and intelligent, beautiful but intimidating.

She would have been beautiful if her face would not have been covered in terror. Her mouth was open in an O shape and her eyes were wild, as if she thought I would kill her, than throw her into some ditch.

This never happened. It's always a clean job, and no-one-ever-sees. She has seen my face and witnessed the whole thing. She could go to the police, and I would be dead before I can say "assassin."

I force my head up, looking at her. and she starts to compose herself.

"Come with me if you want to live,"

I said trying to avoid eye contact. But her eyes bore into me forcing me to look up. She truly is a beauty.

She just nodded. Well this is going easier than planned. I walked up to her to grab her arm, and show her where I parked.

Just as I reached her she punched me right in the nose, me barely missing it and she clipping me in the jaw. Wow that girl can really pack a punch! She swung again, but this time I was expecting it. I grab her fist and she kicked me in the groin. Shit! I stepped on her foot and she yelped in pain. She grabbed my shoulders trying to strangle me, but I tapped the pressure points in her arm and she instantly fell limp in my arms.

Not many people know where they are but after years of fighting, you pick up a few things. I dragged her to my car, good thing she was light, if she weighed much more I probably would have had to drag her. If that happened I might as well just do an Irish jig infront of the NYPD station with a permanent tattoo on my head saying "Shoot me, I'm an assassin!"

I slid her into the passenger seat of my black Porsche. The boss has a thing for nice cars, and that works in my favour. I slid into my seat and pressed down on the gas, driving off into the night, out of the bright lights of Manhattan, to a place that I haven't been in years.

so my first chapter is finished. Percy is a mysterious assassin with a dark past. But what is he hiding? Stay tuned to find out! I will try and post a new chapter by the end of the week, and will try to update every five days or so. Read and review

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