Yeah not too proud of my last Percy Jackson and the Olympians story, but I refuse to let the idea for it go to waste. So I went back and took my time in redoing the story and I feel a lot better about the story this time around. Also, props to n00dl3gal for beta-reading this chapter! Go check out her stories if you get the chance! And with that, the disclaimer cometh!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians as I am not Rick Riordan. I do live in the same state, and I do love the book series for numerous reasons, mostly because I can actually relate to Percy. I do own the original characters mentioned in the story, and this fanfiction idea.

And another important note, this story takes place exactly two years before The Lightning Thief. I'm following the example of Author Pink Wolf Princess and her Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossovers and having The Lightning Thief occur in year 2005. In short, that makes this story occur during the year 2003, and still during the time while Quests were available as I presume Luke didn't take his until the fall perhaps.

Added note: And a wee bit of German before you dive in.

Kamin - Fire

Hund - Hound

Schwein Hund - Bastard pig

Sie mutterficker - You - well you get the rest of that one easily.

That being said, here we go!

Chapter 1: Playing Killer Dodge Ball with Giants

My name is Kamin Hund, I live in Salem, Massachusetts. I'm half German and half bastard. Yeah, an eleven year old shouldn't know that word but I do. Blame my jerk-faced dad, Dirk Hund, pure German, pure jerk. He likes to remind me along with the rest of my stupid brothers except for Leon, Max, and Paul, who have already moved out. Lucky me, I have two real friends that don't care that I'm a bastard; Amelia our gym teacher, and Jamey, my best friend since second grade. Weird huh?

"No kidding," Kamin muttered as he glared at the words that were trying to scramble themselves on his paper. He sighed and brushed some of his dirty blond hair out of the way, letting his dark green eyes glare at the words. "This is a stupid assignment."

"But we have to do this Kamin," Jamey piped up from behind him.

Kamin merely turned a little and cocked his head to the side, like a puppy might when given a strange command. The young boy fixed a simple annoyed glare at his friend, half-heartedly and simply stuffed the spiral back into his back pack. Kamin Hund knew he wasn't normal, mostly because of the fact that out of all his siblings, he was the only one cursed with ADHD and Dyslexia. If he wasn't brining home stray dogs and playing around with them, then he was either fidgeting in place or looking around. The boy simply could not stay still for long, and he was always drawing pictures of dogs.

Strangely, he had no trouble from teachers who rarely picked on him to give answers and merely gave him his graded papers with simple B's on them. Never an A, always a B, and never a C either except when it came to English as he always got a D in it. Though that didn't mean he was a good student; he could do his homework okay as long as he wasn't at home, but he got into fights every day. If Kamin wasn't in a fight, then he wasn't Kamin at all, a fact that even the gym teacher admitted was odd. He didn't care though, no one picked on his best friend and got away with it.

The boy in question, Jamey, was a special case like himself; crippled and forced to walk around on crutches. Somehow though, he had no trouble moving fast when Kamin offered him his stupid salad his step-mother tried to poison him with. He also seemed to be scrawny while Kamin was wiry for a little boy just from all the times he fought with his older brothers. In addition, he looked short for his age, and yet knew all the answers and got straight A's somehow. Kamin thought he heard all the questions before, but that was unlikely as Jamey was shorter and was prone to crying if picked on.

Yet, he liked being around Jamey merely because he didn't think there was anything wrong with being weird. He thought his rather good nose and hearing was cool, even if he tried to laugh it off that he only worked with goats with his family. That had been a strange experience as Kamin had noticed that when he first met Jamey that the boy smelt like animals and grass. He figured that the grass was possibly just his vegetarian habits and shrugged off the excuse. As long as it didn't affect their friendship, Kamin didn't mind. And of course, the fact that Jamey really believed that he could see in the dark better than most people helped.

"Jamey, you know it sucks," Kamin stated, growling a little and causing Jamey to flinch before the young boy sighed. He often forgot that his friend had a strange fear of his growling, even though he had no problems with dogs. "Sorry, I just hate thinking about those jerks."

"Your family you mean?" Jamey questioned, nibbling on the carrot sticks that Kamin gave him at lunch. Sadly it was part of the food that his step mother tried to force him to eat and he merely stuck with giving it to Jamey while he offered his lunch money in exchange.

"Yeah, I'm about to run away if any of those Schwein Hunds say one more thing about my mother," Kamin growled, silently picking up the small toy that was resting in his lap. It was one of his few possessions he could keep safe and that his brothers could never seem to tear up. That, and it was also the only thing that was left with him besides a note from his mother and that made the toy that much more important. "Or mess with Cerberus."

Jamey slowly gave a nod in agreement before fidgeting nervously and actually began gnawing away at his pencil. A common sign that he was nervous, even if he did manage to somehow eat his pencils without flinching. Kamin shrugged it off though, figuring that his strange senses needed a strange eating ability from Jamey to balance it out. Considering that Jamey seemed to have an iron stomach, Kamin was probably born with unusually sharp senses. He perked up when he caught a strange smell; that of smoke but also leather and his lips twisted into a large toothy grin as he waved to the gym teacher eagerly. She always smelt like leather and smoke, but he loved it.

Ms. E, or as she liked to be called by only Kamin and Jamey, Amelia, was one tough but amazing gym teacher. She actually played on either team when it came to dodge ball and also made sure that they could run two laps around the gym within ten minutes. Kamin actually loved her class because she was always encouraging him and asking him how he was doing all the time; she actually cared about him as her student. Not only that, but sometimes she would offer to give him a ride at home and actually told him about Greek stories, and made them seem cool. Sometimes though, Amelia gave Jamey funny looks and always a toothy grin, but it was only just to scare him and make Kamin laugh.

Right now she was holding up a dodge ball and grinning at the pair as usual, her black hair cut short like a boy's and she strangely had the same dark green eyes that Kamin had. Secretly, Kamin liked to pretend that she was his long lost mother, come to take him out of the hell hole that was his father's house. Sadly she never did but there was one time that she did offer to take him into her house and Kamin swore Amelia's eyes flashed red when she mentioned Dirk Hund, his father. He declined though, namely because Amelia was still only a teacher and probably didn't make that much money.

"Hey you two," She called out, and the two boys set their notebooks down. "Ready for some hardcore dodge ball Kamin?"

"Oh yeah! Watch my stuff for me Jamey!" Kamin said, smiling as he popped his knuckles. A little trick he picked up from Amelia and she flashed him her trademark toothy grin, causing Jamey to yelp but Kamin just flashed his own right back at her. "On my team Coach?"

"You'll need it Hound!" Adam Bones, a jerk in his class taunted. "I'll smash your toy this time!"
Kamin just turned a little and snarled, a low deep growl coming out of his throat. "Over my dead body," he declared, narrowing his eyes.

The boy was the main one to pick on Jamey, and Kamin didn't care about how much he lied to the other teachers; he still took every chance he could to punch the boy. He was tall and looked like a pig in jeans and a shirt yet Kamin didn't even flinch when he looked at the bully. After all, the young German fought three older brothers that were in middle school and one was in the sixth grade on a daily basis. He usually never won, as Dirk or his step-mother, Paulina, would always chew him out for fighting and the trio would tease him until he growled and glared. After so many years of wrestling and fighting with them, Kamin was more than confident he could handle fighting any one in Elementary.

Amelia smirked though her eyes flashed red for a moment which caused Kamin to look at the kids she was glaring at. Usually she only glared at Adam but never anyone else, and that was only because Adam kept on trying to pick on him. The three boys were strangely tall, and said they had been held back a few years; Kamin believed it considering only his three adult brothers were that tall. Nearly five feet disturbingly, while Kamin was barely over four foot six feet, and they had the weirdest names. Billy Big, Joe Big, and Dipper Big, apparently they were actually triplets and looked ugly enough to be related too.

"Hey you three, I better not see any excessive force from you," Amelia warned, eyes narrowed as she actually seemed to dig her nails into the hard thick dodge ball. Kamin blinked; he never knew her nails were that thick, or that someone could cut into a dodge ball. They seemed to be indestructible to him.

"Only if you don't, Ms. E," Billy Big teased, causing Adam to snicker.

"You too, Kamin Hund," Joe Big added, as Kamin simply stared at the trio.

Dipper Big just smirked and then flashed him a nasty toothy grin; one that had dirty red stains instead of maybe some remains from lunch. Kamin felt something in him stir, and the best way he could relate it was to think of a dog raising it's neck up when it felt threatened. That's the feeling he had; like the trio was bad news and he could tell as they all eyed not just him, but Amelia and Jamey, almost like they were thinking about trying to eat them. He didn't put it past them as they smelt like burned flesh and something rotten like road kill only it was ten times stronger than normal. And there was something in his head telling him not to trust them; a feeling almost.

It was a strange feeling he got several times on field trips, usually right before he found himself being stalked by someone who did not look normal. Twice it had been a man with one eye, another time it was a woman that smelled just like snakes, and then another time it had been an actual snake. A big one, bigger than an anaconda actually, and he was just glad that the friendly Doberman he dreamt about a lot came to his aid. It was hard to explain, but when he was having a nightmare a large Doberman, female actually, would come to his aid and take care of the monster in his dream. And then there were times when the strange people tried to grab him that he had a strange moment; he remembered gripping his toy dog Cerberus and the next thing he could recall was seeing the large Doberman Pincher attacking them shortly.

Kamin silently jogged over to his spot with his team, gripping Cerberus tightly and then let out a low, long growl while taking up his spot. He quickly lowered his center of gravity without so much as a second thought, following pure instinct. That's what he called it; that little voice in his head that told Kamin to duck under a fist and reply with all the weight the young boy had and lean right into the punch. There was no telling where the voice came from, why the instincts were so strong or why they helped him out so much. The fact that they told him what to do and how to survive was enough for Kamin to trust them.

And right now they were telling the young Hund that this was no ordinary dodge ball game. He knew that as soon as Amelia blew the whistle, and Joe Big hurled a bronze colored dodge ball.

* T * A * C *

As dodge ball came screaming at his head, and Kamin reacted on pure instinct and shot underneath it. With a sharp growl, he scooped up a rubber death ball and hurled it with more strength than a normal eleven year old should have. It shot through the air and knocked down one unfortunate ugly kid who was probably safer on the ground. Especially when Kamin saw Billy, Joe, and Dipper Big shimmer and actually grow three feet taller reaching the disturbing height of eight feet. That was just not possible, and Kamin knew it as he saw the other kids running around in a panic.

Even Adam was screaming and running away from the group as Kamin saw a flaming missile come at him and he quickly jumped back, feeling the heat nearly burn his hair off in the process. Nearly and he quickly whipped around to see Amelia with flaming red hair and pale skin, sharp teeth like knives, sharp nails, and two mismatched legs. Literally; one leg looked like a donkey's and yet the other was made out of some kind of bronze material. The disturbing thing was just how fast she was able to move, weaving around the massive missiles and she actually kicked one away from a girl that was screaming. And even more disturbing, was the flame red color of her eyes.

"Kamin! Get these kids out of here now!" Amelia ordered, snarling as a bronze dodge ball went for her and she simply kicked it out of the way. "Do it!"

"Come on Kamin! We need to get out of here!" Jamey added, and Kamin blinked for a moment.

"Jamey? What the hell? Where are your crutches?" Kamin demanded, only to pull his friend out of the way as crater formed from one of the Big's missiles.

And he had every right to make his demand; for Jamey was actually standing awkwardly beside him, yet without either crutch in his hand to keep himself upright. "Satyrs don't need crutches, now get out of here you two! I'll take care of these little Giants!" Amelia taunted, smirking as she reared her leg back and easily kicked one fallen flaming dodge ball. Kamin stared when he heard a cannon go off as the ball streaked through the air and actually took off Billy Big's left arm in a shower of golden dust. "Get to it, these little wimps are nothing compared to me!"

"You're only one Empousa and your kind doesn't fight too well against giants!" Joe Big snarled. "Just lure stupid men in for a nice snack."

"Ugly when you look just like the rest of us monsters!" Billy Big added smirking at Kamin as he snatched a dodge ball out of mid air. Now that Kamin was focusing on it, he could see how it had actual holes in it and flames coming out of the center of the ball, meaning that it was hollow. "Just give us the demigod and you'll get to live out here for a while longer."

"Fat chance of that you little shits!" Amelia snarled, weaving out of the next barrage and quickly kicking one of the dodge ball's back before throwing a fireball at them. "Kamin! Stop standing around and help Jamey get the kids out!"

"What? I'm not leaving you behind Ms. E!" Kamin snapped, though eh couldn't help but look at his classmates. They were all huddled together against the doors which had somehow closed shut in the chaos. And for a split-second, Kamin could smell more than just salt-water in the air that indicated sweat, but something that smelt horrible; that's right, it was pee. Someone had just peed in their pants.

"That's Amelia the Empousa to you," She replied, smirking as she quickly covered her hands in flames and managed to catch a large dodge ball, though not without some effort. "Listen Kamin, you need to get those kids out of here, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but the satyr can help."

"Hey!" Jamey whined, only to actually bleat and bolt out of the way of a single bronze missile.

Kamin saw time slow down for a split second as the ball came towards his body. Instincts kicked in and without warning Kamin dropped down so fast that he felt the flames graze the back of his shirt. "Hey, I don't care who these bastards are," Kamin stated angrily pulling himself up to his feet as he glared at the three Bigs, each one just grinning at him. Some part deep down inside was screaming to run for the hills; that was quickly squashed by the voice telling him to fight back. "No one messes with my friends."

"What are you going to do boy? Call on your mother to help you?" Dipper taunted, and smirked as he pulled his arm back and then hurled the dodge ball straight at Kamin. "A weak mother for a worthless son!"

"You dare insult our mother?" Amelia hissed in fury while Kite actually snarled and suddenly threw his hands forward. "Kamin!"

"Sie mutterficker!" He barked, actually barked like a dog and the ball froze right in front of his hands.

The flames were still dancing out of the holes in the dodge ball but it seemed to have stopped right in mid air in front of Kamin's body. His dark green eyes seemed to glow as Amelia and Jamey stared at him; everyone was actually staring at the boy who was currently moving both arms. One hand was being pulled back and the dodge ball followed while Kamin began twisting his other hand as if to spin something in his palm. Kamin didn't know why he was following his instincts so much right now but there couldn't be any harm in it.

And it only took a quick glance to confirm that the gestures weren't pointless; his dodge ball was currently spinning faster and faster, looking like blender set on liquefy. Kamin didn't know what was going on, but right now he wasn't about to concern himself with anything beyond using the orb as a weapon as he quickly dropped his left hand and whipped his right arm forward. Kamin could dimly feel the invisible grip he had on the ball release as it went flying towards Dipper Big who tried to throw his hands up to catch it.

The spin did more than just speed up the dodge ball but gave it additional force so that it not only slipped past his hands but tore right through his stomach. Suddenly Dipper let out a pain filled scream before he went up in a column of flames, causing Kamin's eyes to briefly widen. That was definitely something beyond weird though he didn't have much time to comprehend just what had happened as he quickly looked around for the remaining fallen dodge balls. Instincts weren't guiding him this time as he quickly pointed to the remaining dodge balls, grinding his sharp canines together.

"You can push me down, you can beat me up, you can call me a bastard," Kamin said, reaching out through a sense he didn't even known existed. It felt like two invisible hands were coming out of his head and both of them picked up a dodge ball as if they were just pillows. "But one word about my mother, and your Wurm Futter!"

"That's cheating!" Joe Big cried, only for Kamin to send the two dodge balls at him; one smashed into Joe Big's crotch and the other into his head. Just like Dipper, Joe went up in a column of flames, leaving Billy Big alone to face one pissed off Kamin and one proud Amelia.

"How did you do that?" Billy demanded, quickly throwing another ball at Kamin who simply swung his arm as if he were striking it. Instead, an invisible force knocked the missile off course, causing it to smash into the wall harmlessly. "Tell me!"

Kamin twitched as a thick heavy sweaty smell reached his nose; Billy was sweating horribly in fat, to the point where it looked like he actually peed his pants. "Like I know," He remarked, gesturing to the dodge ball beside him with his open palm.

It twitched and then ripped itself out of the floorboards and shot up into the air. The ball followed Kamin's hand as he pulled his entire arm back like the hammer of a gun. With a loud shout, Kamin snapped his arm forward, sending the flaming sphere of death straight into Billy's arms. The poor monster had no chance as the ball tore through his arms with a burst of flames before making him explode in a blast of fire. Kamin panted heavily and then staggered forward feeling like he had just run twenty times around the outside of the gym in fifteen seconds.

What just happened? One moment he was dodging balls from three bullies who became giants, and then he was somehow throwing the missiles back at them without actually picking them up physically. And then there was Amelia who to his surprise and confusion, had black hair once more, healthy skin and she had dark green eyes once more and normal teeth. Jamey was picking up his crutches and shooting Kamin nervous looks while the kids finally managed to open the doors and took off screaming about a game of killer dodge ball.

Kamin could feel his head spin with questions; didn't he just hear that Amelia called Kamin's mother, her mother too? And then there was the mysterious way he had somehow lifted the spheres up and used them as bullets. And what was an Empousa? Or a satyr? And was Amelia his sister?

"Coach, Amelia, why did you say our mother?" Kamin questioned, gripping his head tightly and trying to ignore his heart beat pounding in his ears. "What's going on?"

"Because we have the same mother, and you've been found out. Listen, I know this is going to sound crazy but I need to get you and your protector to that camp of yours," Amelia stated, ignoring the damage around the gym as it looked like someone went to town on it with a wrecking ball.

"Why should I t-t-trust you?" Jamey bleated, actually bleated just like a goat. In fact, Kamin could feel that the smell of goat was much stronger than before. "You could be lying to us!"

Amelia whipped around and for a second her eyes turned flame red causing Jamey to turn pale before she snorted. "I've been watching him just as long as you have, and my lady wants me to get him to the camp, got it?" She snapped.

"Yes-s-s-s," Jamey sputtered.

"What camp? And why have you been watching me?" Kamin demanded, gripping Cerberus so tightly that it was starting to squeak from the pressure. "Amelia!"

"Not here Kamin, I'm taking you home only so I can take you out of that hell hole finally," Amelia replied, smiling softly as Kamin stopped growling as he stood in place.

He took a moment to rub his ears and pinch himself; Amelia had just told him she was taking him out of his house underneath his father's stern gaze and absurd discipline. She didn't answer any questions just yet, but the thought of finally getting out of that house was something he refused to pass up. As Kamin snatched up his backpack, the unanswered questions danced around the inside of his mind, replaced with one definite thought. Finally; after eleven years of living under Dirk Hund, he was going to be getting out and hopefully, the camp was going to be better for him.

And viola! There is chapter 1 of The Agent of Chaos! I hope I got a lot of questions running around in everyone's brain and I didn't give too much away just yet. And everything will be explained in due time. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this first chapter, look for the next one coming as soon as it can be beta-read and edited at a reasonable time of course.

Please submit a review, it doesn't take too long and every little review can help improve the story! Flames will just be used for forge fuel and I'm always up for a good little debate if someone finds something odd about the story.

Chapter 2: Who Let the Dogs Out? Coming soon!