Hey guys! I have decided to make a new story!

Full summary: It's year 2012 and the mythological world is freaking out. Not because of what the Mayans predicted, but something much more sinister. World War III is coming. And what is it about? The H.A.G.. The Humans Against Guns and Drugs Company is taking over America, and mortals think it is a friendly anti-drug/anti-gun company. One of them is already at the rank of the President. Others are high-ranking officials. Their motto is "Guns and Drugs are the death of us, but we are the death of them! The H.A.G. are much more sinister, much more evil. Their purpose? Hunt and kill every living demigod and god. Rated T for holocaust-like scenes, swearing, and some Character death. TLH never happened.

Prologue.

The president sat in his chair in the Oval Office. The office wasn't much. Just come couches, a window, the desk, and of course, the button. He swore to never use that button unless in a dire emergency. It was the button he was scared of.

Nothing interesting was going on in the U.S. today. Washington D.C. was have a drizzling day, even in the morning. The president was skimming some anti-terrorism papers when his assistant barged in.

His assistant was a pretty girl. She was in her thirties, and got the job because she knew the president well before the election. Her hair was in a messy auburn bun and her bright blue eyes were behind glasses. Her face was something of complete shock. Terror.

"Melissa! How many times have I told you not to do that?" the president said.

Her facial expression didn't change. She still had the look of complete terror on her face. "Sir, they are here," was all she had to say.

The president's face paled. No one would have thought that the President of the United States could look so scared in his own office, with the safety of Washington D.C. around him, but he did. No one could have guessed what was going on right now in the president's head. 'They' were coming. 'They' are not something anyone in their right mind wants to meet.

"Here, as in the White House?"

"No. They just landed. They asked to see you."

The president's face paled even more. "Of course. Where should I meet them?"

"The second floor of a café in D.C. They said you would know where it is."

The president slowly got up from out of his chair and headed for the door. "Of course. I'll go get a car and drive there."

"Sir, wouldn't it be wiser to have security with you?" Melissa asked.

"Melissa, stop telling me what to do. These are criminals we are dealing with. If anybody asks to see me, tell them I went out to lunch with my wife, and if they don't believe that, well, Melissa, you are a smart woman, think of something."

"Of course, sir. But are you-"

The president cut her off. "Melissa, you must listen to me. I don't trust the Vice President. He isn't the same as before. I know he is one of them but I don't care. Just don't tell anyone where I am."

"Yes, sir."

"You are dismissed."

Melissa left the office and hurried down the hallway to her small office near the kitchen. She couldn't help but wonder why 'They' wanted to see him. Or why 'They' chose this time to do so. Her mind was boggling and she decided to settle for a cup of coffee.

The president left in a disguised white Cadillac. He wore a fedora and some sunglasses, even on the rainy day. You couldn't guess when it comes to 'Them'. He drove on the café on 44th street. This was the last time someone saw the president alive. It was the guard. He was wondering why the president was leaving without security, but he didn't argue with the president.

Later the next day, some Ferriers found a floating casket on the Potomac River. Inside they saw the president's body wrapped in a linen cloth and a weird gold coin in his mouth. A typed note was in his hand, and it read:

May Hades take pity on your soul.

Then, on the back, it read:

May Pluto take pity on you soul.

No one could find evidence to who killed the president or what his cause of death was. It was as if his heart just stopped beating. There was no poison, no cancer, no reason why. No one could find the culprit. There was no fingerprint on the casket or on the note. The vice President immediately took the place of the former president in the Oval Office.


Matthew Peterson looked out the window of his office on 44th street. The sky was pure black and rain was coming down hard. Winds churned throughout the city. Matthew Peterson smiled.

"You better look out, Zeus, because you are playing with fire."

Matthew Peterson walked away from the window. It exploded behind him, but it didn't matter. Matthew Peterson was totally fine. His servants immediately went to pick up the glass. Matthew Peterson kept walking until he was at his desk. It was a normal desk in the modern world. There were boxlike chairs scattered about. His desk was just a table with glass over it. His computer was the latest Macintosh. A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

A guard came in wearing the H.A.G.A.D's uniform. It was pure black, with a belt that held many different weapons. Even drachmas were hidden somewhere in there. A huge symbol was printed on his shoulder. It was basically a white X on a blue background. The same colors of modern day Greece's flag.

"Sir, I have found him."

"Excellent. Bring him in."

The guard stepped outside for a moment a dragged a soaking wet boy into the clean office. He had dark black hair and dark black eyes. He was dressed in a black, and his Stygian sword hung beside him. He glared at Matthew Peterson with such hatred that you wouldn't think a fourteen-year-old boy could have. His hands were cuffed behind him with celestial bronze handcuffs. He tried shadow traveling, but it didn't work. He was at his wit's end.

"What do you want with me?" he yelled.

"Please, sit down," Matthew Peterson said while pointing to one of the uncomfortable chairs.

The boy growled. "You are a silly mortal to be messing with me. I am the son of the dead and I can kill you at any second!"

Matthew Peterson smiled. "You can't though."

"What?" He focused on the man in the fancy Italian suits and bringing him to the underworld. Nothing was happening. Not even a sliver of shadow appeared.

"Please, sit down. It can all be explained to you once you are quiet."

The boy sat down with his hands still cuffed behind his back. Matthew Peterson waved to the guard. "You are dismissed."

Matthew Peterson then swiveled the Macintosh around so the screen was facing the boy. He inched forward in his chair, anticipating what happens next.

"So you are Nico Di Angelo."

"How do you know that?"

"In time, Nico, in time. Now, what would you do if I told you that your friends, your enemies, everything you lived for, disappeared."

"I-I-I- don't know."

"What if I told you that the Greek world wouldn't exist or the Roman world?"

"Roman? They disappeared thousands-"

"Be quiet now, you insolent brat," Matthew Peterson said with a harsher tone.

Nico immediately shutted up.

Matthew Peterson pressed a button on the keyboard and the screen came to life. Nico stared at it horrified. It showed Camp Half-Blood all right, but it was in flames. His friends and people he didn't even know were burning in their cabins, asleep. The Big House was covered in flames. He couldn't see the windows anymore. The forest was already burned down. Nothing was left of the Nymphs. Not even Zeus's fist was standing. Where was Percy? Why didn't he save the camp from flames? Nico wanted to scream at them to wake up and get out of there, but it was just a recording. Wait, a recording?

"Did this already happen?" he asked.

Matthew Peterson smiled. "No. But it will happen. Very soon. You can save them."

"Then let me go so I can tell them to get the hell out of there!" Nico struggled with his handcuffs.

"That is not your place. Work with us."

"Why in Hades would I work with someone who kidnapped me?"

Matthew Peterson leaned closer on his desk. "If you don't work with us, I will make sure that the scene you just saw will happen. But... if you work with us, I'll call off the attack."

Nico pondered it in his mind. He was dealing with a mortal that could make Camp Half-Blood erupt in flames at any second. It wasn't a very hard decision. "What will I have to do?"

Matthew Peterson smiled. "Not much. It just helps that you are a son of Hades."

"How do you know about all of this? How do you know about Camp Half-Blood?" Nico asked.

Matthew Peterson's smiled disappeared. "Guard, take him away," he said in a thundering voice.

The guard rushed in. He grabbed Nico by the arm and started to drag him away.

"YOU TRICKED ME! BASTARD! LET ME OUT OF HERE! I SWEAR, WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU-"

The door shut behind Nico and Matthew Peterson smiled to himself.

"Rats don't get anymore smarter."

A/N: Review with your opinion! I almost didn't type up this story, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Do you like it? Is it bad to write something about the Holocaust? There won't be concentration camps, so I won't describe those scenes. Please review with your opnion!