(Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians or F.E.A.R., Rick Riordan and Sierra Entertainment do)I'm open for help not flames, thanks. A/N: Okay, so this is like a year after the new game F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin and set during The Last Olympian. Jin has NOT died, but Douglas Holiday has. Plus there might be character death near the end of the story, so Brace Yourself.

John's POV

I tried to forget. I tried so hard to forget, Fettel spoke in my nightmare. I was under a lamp light in a white room.

Nooooooooooo! My mother screamed. Where are you taking him?!

The scene shifted. I saw his face, Harlan's old wrinkled face. You will be a god among men. He said.

I woke up startled in cold sweat. That nightmare has haunted me since I was five. And I could never get over it. When I was five, I had nightmares like these and it scared me so much and was so hard to explain that I was considered a mute. She was the reason for causing these nightmares. But why now? Why, when I was going on a mission with the FEAR Delta squad to take out Replica Soldiers at an ATC building? I had no clue. All I've ever done was learn the true meaning of fear. And that fear was.... Alma. Pushing the thought out of my mind, I strapped on my full-face balaclava, suited myself up in Delta armor with D-12 written on it, reloaded my favorite Heckler & Koch MP5 sub-machine gun and holstered a basic side arm from the ammo table. Lastly, and my favorite part, I strapped my trusty red tinted goggles over my eyes and balaclava. Sometimes I really hope Alma would learn her lesson already, but since I was the first prototype, she just couldn't trust her first son when he joined FEAR.

The Delta team was already waiting for me outside the squad trailer.

"Took you long enough," said 'Rowdy' Betters.

"The Replica's have swarmed the ATC Headquarters," Jin Sun-Kwon stated.

"That, along with that 'fucker-who's-got-an-appetite'," Spen Jankowski said, not amused.

"Right. We better get going." Betters started gathering up the map chart that was sprawled on the steel table in front of me with a few Delta members. A Black Hawk helicopter touched down and settled on the landing pad settled on the roof of the nearby building.

"Let's roll!" Jankowski gave the Fall In hand sign, two fingers twirling the air, and Delta members followed him through the building to the roof. I followed and hoisted myself on the helicopter, my gun clipped to my side and my right hand holding onto the helicopter railing above me. The Black Hawk helicopter lifted off the roof and raced across the city to a twelve-story building, which I would expect to be Armacham Headquarters. We landed on the highest roof and Delta team dispersed in all directions to make sure the area is clear.

"Hey, new guy!" yelled Jankowski from the helicopter. I turned my head.

"Be cool, alright?"

I nodded.

"And be careful," Jin sounded like she was nervous, but I quickly got over that when the helicopter flew off and heard Replica soldiers talking into their earpieces out loud. They are retarded, I tell you. They never think before they open their big mouths. I quickly pulled off my MP5 while everybody else took cover behind vent shafts. Replica soldiers started pouring out of the doorway. It was a huge firefight, bullets going in every direction. Luckily with my reflexes five times better than a normal human's, I was able to lop off one of the soldier's limbs off with a grenade and sent him flying over the edge of the building. I can't believe that most of the Delta members were shot down or wounded badly. I thought these guys were trained! My MP5 was out of ammo so I threw it over the side when I heard a loud BOOM! And the door blasted off its hinges when parts of an explosion from down below flew out of the doorway. It was her. She was in her little red dress with her long hair and bangs in her face and over her shoulders. She walked towards me in her personal fearless way.

Kill them....kill them.... she spoke along with her hissing. I quickly pulled out my side arm. But I couldn't kill her; I was petrified with fear as she backed me towards the edge of the building. Her pyrokinetic powers sent fire walls at me.

The last few words she whispered to me were: Serve him.

Tripping on the edge, I sailed down to what I thought was my death. Apparently it wasn't. I closed my eyes and found myself muttering a prayer. I'm not sure who, but this wasn't the time for me to die, I still had a grudging revenge on Fettel and the creepy maniac girl that calls me her first son. Suddenly, the blackness that was caused by my eyelids seemed to be permanent. A vision appeared in my mind.

I was in a hallway with black marble flooring and walls. Up ahead was an obsidian throne with what it looks like to be a twenty-three year old man with sandy blond hair, pale skin, black clothes, and what startled me most was the scar that rippled from the bottom of his eye to his chin and his golden eyes. I mean, both of his eyes were solid gold as if they were touched by King Midas himself... if he was real.

He chuckled a laugh that never seemed to fit his appearance, a raspy metallic laugh. "Look what we have here," he said in a gruff voice, still raspy-like. "The legendary first son of Alma, queen of fear."

He bore his hands into the armrests like he was going to crush his own throne, "Do you want revenge on your brother and mother?"

I nodded. I kept my vow of silence for the past twenty-six years.

"Join me, and we can destroy her, Fettel, his Replica's, and her illusions."

I thought of it for a moment, looking down. I barely even know this guy and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of betraying me, because I can sense it... somehow.

Taking a slow step back, he rose off his throne and wailed, "You disagree?! How dare you! I will destroy you for opposing an offer made by Kronos! Beware, John Wade-," I flinched when he said my real name, "- you will be killed if you join the Olympians!"

I'm not that much into Greek Mythology, but what the hell is he talking about? Before I could turn and run, he pointed at me and I felt like my balaclava was choking me to death. I drew my last breath and before I knew it, I woke up. Feeling like my balaclava was actually choking me, I quickly rolled it up above my mouth to let myself get fresh air.

I opened my eyes to see sunlight instead of midnight. I sighed in relief that I wasn't dead. Examining my surroundings, I pulled the part of my balaclava down the way it's supposed to be, and lifted myself up to see a giant lizard-like reptilian bellowing smoke as it exhaled, coiled around a White House Christmas-sized pine tree with something glittering gold on the lowest branch. It seemed to be sleeping until I kind of disturbed it by hurriedly searching my armor for my pistol. One of its eyes sleepily opened and saw me. -*gulp*-

Suddenly, its long neck extended upwards, breathing heavy clouds of smoke now. This thing I angered was huge, like—like—a dragon! I backed up cautiously as the dragon... thing...whatever you want to call it, followed me with its basketball-sized red eyes.

I had nothing to defend myself with except my fists and my superhuman reflexes, which I doubt would work on a flesh-eating giant lizard that was about to blow a column of fire on my ass. Suddenly, I saw a figure over the hill. It really didn't help the tense feeling I get when I'm in dangerous trouble. The guy kept walking towards me with his head down. He had a green Rasta cap over his curly brown hair; a blue and yellow trimmed t-shirt, blue jeans, and some type of old style sneakers. I was guessing he was fifteen to seventeen years old when I noticed how he walked, like every time he walked hurt him.

He lifted his head and his face turned to shock. He had a very bad acne problem because his face sure did show it.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he asked.

I couldn't really answer due to my vow of silence and trauma attacks. His head turned towards the giant-lizard thingy and then me.

"Are you even listening?"

Not now, I thought. I wanted to run, I've never seen anything this excessively gigantic in my life, despite the hallucinations I get whenever I'm near Paxton Fettel or Alma. I couldn't keep my mouth shut and said the first word I've ever said in sixteen years: "Help," Looks like I just broken my vow of silence. I'm going to really regret this.

He turned towards the dragon and took out a set of reed pipes. What? What are reed pipes going to do in this type of situation?! The guy puffed a few notes and the dragon seemed to have heavy eyes or either I'm having one of those hallucinations, its head fell softly to the ground, coiling around the trunk of the pine tree, like nothing happened.

"There. Now answer my questions." He asked me.

Nervously, I said my first sentence: "People call me point man or new guy,"

"Okay then, Point Man," He seems to hesitate like it was weird to calling a thirty-one year old guy in a black leather balaclava with goggles and tan body armor, "How did you get here?"

Wow, he likes to bombard people with questions, I thought. I didn't want to speak anymore; I had enough action for one day... or days.

Reluctantly, I said, "I-I don't know."

"What'd you mean, you don't know?"

I shrugged. "I fell off the Armacham Headquarters building and I ended up here."

"Armacham Headquarters?"

"Long story," I was getting a bit impatient because I can't keep talking for long.

"Oh, well I'm Grover Underwood." He held out his hand. I shook it. "Can you see a dragon?"

I can't believe he wasn't scared of that thing, but I nodded nervously.

"Do you have ADHD?"

Oh my god. Of course I don't! It's not like I fidget in my seat and blurt out random things back in school.

I shook my head.

"Dyslexia?"

This guy is really driving me up the wall. I was really getting impatient, I shook my head.

"Anything weird happen?"

I hesitated, remembering what happened on the roof. Alma coming at me with high exploding fire walls coming at me, I wondered if I should lie, maybe he would think I'm crazy, unlike FEAR. I made my decision, I nodded.

"Like what?"

"Alma" I said.

"Who's Alma?"

"An eight year old girl in a red dress that sends exploding fire walls at you." Thank god, I still have my old sarcasm. I was waiting for Grover to roll on the floor and laugh at me like it was the funniest thing I've said since I arrived. Apparently, he stared at me, thinking about how to answer the next question.

"Any weird dreams?" he asked.

"Tons,"

"Since when?"

"Five years old."

"What kind?"

Now I was really going to punch him in the face, I couldn't really stand being asked questions and making me break my vow of silence a dozen times.

"The scary kind,"

"Like what?"

"Grover--," I was thinking of a way to say bye and leave but I just couldn't. I continued to answer his questions and gave up on my vow. Tough luck, I thought. I don't really care if I talk, as long as I am answering this guy's questions.

I sighed and explained to him how a guy was saying I tried to forget. I tried so hard to forget. And at some parts, it made Grover's shoulders shiver. It was all until I was describing the obsidian throne and some guy with a raspy voice persuading me to join him.

"What was the guy's name?" he asked.

I sat down, my back away from him, hugging my knees close to my chest.

I sighed, "Look, do I really have to tell you? Because you'll think I'm crazy."

"No, I won't," He squatted down beside me.

"Fine," I gulped, "Kronos,"

He got all wide eyed so I turned towards him, "Something wrong?"

Grover gasped a bit, "No-no. Nothing wrong, it's just...coincidence."

"How so?"

"You'll think I'm crazy."

"I've been through all these hallucinations from Alma. I haven't spoken a word since I was five until now. I won't laugh or anything."

"Fine. Do you know anything about Greek Mythology?"

Then it hit me. I was thinking the same thing during the vision I had with that hostile man. I turned my head away so he couldn't see my eyes through my red tinted goggles. I nodded.

"Satyrs and dragons?"

I shook my head. Mythology wasn't really my favorite subject.

"Well, I hope I won't spook you or anything but..." He kicked his shoes off. What I saw was the most confusing and weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life, besides the dragon. His feet were—were—hooves. Like goat hooves. No wonder every time he walked hurt him.

"What the—?" I started, bewildered.

"I know. Crazy isn't it?"

"I'd say!" I hurriedly put his shoes back on before I could believe I was hallucinating when I heard a rustle in the grass. Grover and I turned heads towards the top of the hill and saw a man in a wheelchair. But I was blinded by the sun so I couldn't see his face.

"Getting acquainted with someone new?" he asked.

"Chiron!" yelled Grover. He quickly ran towards the man in the wheelchair, I was guessing his name was Chiron. Weird name. I stood up and looked at them both.

"He says his nickname is Point Man." Grover said. Chiron cautiously rolled himself down the hill towards me. I could see his face now without the glare from the sun. All I did was stare at him so I couldn't break my vow a thousand more times.

"Hello, I'm Chiron." He held out his hand. I shook it. Déjà vu strikes back.

"What brings you here?"

Oh my god, not another question-fest. "I found myself here."

"How so?"

"Woke up. Saw a dragon. He came over. We talked."

He chuckled, "Sounds like you've been busy,"

I nodded.

"Are you from around here?"

I shook my head.

"Anywhere?"

"I don't know where I am, really."

Chiron sighed, "I guess we'll let you stay here."

I wanted to say, 'I don't see 'here' anywhere' but I guess staying silent and following Chiron and Grover and keeping my mouth shut rather than breaking my vow for the hundredth time. I followed them until I got to the top of the hill where I couldn't move further. I don't know why but my feet were like struggling against an invisible shield or something.

Chiron continued on when he stopped and saw me standing there. He told Grover to go on towards what it looks like to be a regular strawberry farm.

"Sorry, Point Man. I, Chiron, give you permission to enter the camp."

Camp? There's no camp here, just a regular strawberry farm. That was before I stepped over the boundary and looked up to see Greek-like buildings and a forest in the background.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Chiron proudly said, like he said it many times before.

This was requested by one of the reviewers: I can't really explain much, so I turn to the FEAR wiki. It would help those who don't know what FEAR is: fear[dot]wikia[dot]com/wiki/F.E.A.R._Wiki