A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER! I just want to say, THERE IS NO SET UPDATE PATTERN!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT, ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN!
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Percy was not having a good day. Currently, he was being interrogated by the leader of a group of man hating ? You might be asking, well, the answer is very simple, but it would be easier to go back to the beginning.
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(Percy's POV)
I woke up to the sound of banging on my door. "BOY! Get up and get out in twenty! I have some… ah, friends coming over!" I mentally called him a man-whore at that. You see, my mom goes to work at five in the morning, so when my step-father, Gabe Ugliano, can afford it, he has hookers come over to sate his disgusting lust for the opposite sex. Luckily, I have something I can do until my step-father falls asleep. Thankfully, my mother, Sally Jackson, paid for First Aid, CPR, basically anything that can save someone's life. Anyway, I had finally reached my destination. The park. While aimlessly wandering around, I heard a scream, and what sounded like a giant dog growling. Completely disregarding my safety, I pulled out an airsoft pistol, and ran in that direction. Arriving in a secluded part of the park, I saw ten dogs the size of garbage trucks, and four girls, one of which was on the ground, putting pressure on their arm. 'Well, fuck. I think I'm going to get hurt today,' I thought, as I took aim, and started shooting at anything bigger than a human. All the dogs looked at me, and I knew I was royally screwed. That was until the dogs started turning into golden dust. As soon as I could, I was by the girl on the ground's side, pulling out everything I needed from a military issue medic bag, and looked at her arm. Ouch. That's gotta hurt like a bitch. Anyway, I started by taking out hydrogen peroxide, quick-clot, and some ever-so-helpful bandage wraps. The reason being one of the monsters had made a nice deep gash, in her arm. That's going to scar up nicely. As I thought this, I had finished my job, and looked up to find around thirty arrows aimed at my head.
Well, shit.
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(Artemis POV)
I had just made it to the clearing to fight off the Hellhounds that had ambushed My lieutenant and three more of my hunters, to see a boy touching said lieutenant. Right before I let my hunters turn this boy into a pincushion, one of the ambushed hunters ran up to me, and told me what happened. Well, we're going to interrogate him on his motives. As soon as he looked up, he paled, and I couldn't help the smirk. He knows that he's screwed.
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. R&R, anything is welcome, just no flames. Constructive Criticism is Life
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