Kellan POV

The more and more I think about it, the more I realize how fucked up the first 20 years of my life were. When I was 12 I was thrown into the world of gods and monsters. When I was 16 I had to choose to save the world from a titan lord or let it be destroyed. After that I was kidnapped. Then I had to fight a primordial to save the world AGAIN. Then when I was 20 I had to force myself to live through the worst time in my life. Turns out I didn't do such a great job because it ended with me having to change my appearance, run away from the only safe place I knew, and change my name. Oh yeah, you need to know my name. My name WAS Percy Jackson. Now it's Kellan Morrow.

I guess I should start with how it all happened. When I got through with my adventures me and my girlfriend (soon to be ex-bitch) decided we'd had enough of monsters and wanted to go to college. So, we did the only logical thing for demigods. We went to college in New Rome. It was all going fine. Until the end of our sophomore year.

I had just gotten out of class

-Flashback-

As I walked through the campus of NRU, I looked for my girlfriend so we could go get dinner. I had checked all of her usual study spots but couldn't find her to save my life. Finally giving up I figured I would go to the beach to wait for her. As I walked to the beach, I saw some figures had taken our usual spot and over heard the male speaking to the female.

"You know how much better I am than him. Come on!" The funny part is that the voice sounded like Jason Grace, one of my best friends. But he was in Camp Half-Blood and would have told me if he was coming back to New Rome.

"Oh come on! You know I can't just tell him! It'll break his heart and then he'll hate both of us!" Wait a second…

"I don't care Annabeth! I want to be with you! I don't care what anyone else thinks!"

"Neither do I, Jason. I'll tell him after dinner tonight." Oh no she won't.

"Why don't you just tell me now," I said as I stepped closer, confirming my fears. It was Jason Grace and Annabeth Chase. My former-best friends.

The more and more I thought about it, the more and more the pieces started to click together. And after that, I just walked away. And she let me go.

-Flashback End-

And as I walked through Manhattan, New York I told to myself to start focusing on the mission at hand. I am an agent of a secret government organization known only as The Division embedded deep in society, hidden. We specialize in anything from law enforcement to disease control assistance. Four weeks ago on Black Friday a disease known only as the Money Flu or Green Poison was transmitted through the touching of dollar bills, infecting the entire city of Manhattan and about four blocks of Brooklyn.

And I now walked alongside my partner, Ash, as she and I walked through the city, looking for Cleaner and Rioters. Ash and I met at a bar in Brooklyn and she and I joined The Division at the same time when they came recruiting. Getting to the point, she and I had 2 kids and were happily married living in an apartment near the Brooklyn Bridge.

When the virus was unleashed both of our kids got sick and died. We were activated soon after. We weren't grieving. We were getting revenge in any way possible.

Now we were hunting down the leader of a group of Cleaners, Joe Ferro.

While we were walking we talked in hushed voices, until a sound, a sniper rifle, resounded throughout the city. Next thing I knew I was keeping pressure against a bullet hole in her right shoulder until we could get her to our base of operations or a safe house.

Four hours later I received the best news I'd heard in a long time, and the worst news I'd heard in four weeks. Fortunately, Ash was going to make a full recovery; however, she would not be able to operate until 6 months AFTER her recovery due to required medical leave.

Looks like I'm going to have to save Manhattan alone…

Okay well I don't know how often I'll update this OR All's Fair due to school and me trying to make the chapters kind of long. Just don't expect too much.