A/N: So this is the second fan fiction I've ever published and the other was essentially a prologue that never really took off. So yeah. Anyways.. give this a chance, although it may initially appear to be yet another Guardian of the Hunt Percemis I assure you it is not. Now for the warning thingamajig.

WARNING: Will be detailed violence, character death and quite possibly torture. It is gonna be a hard, cruel world that ain't got no time for no bleeding hearts; its killed or be killed.

WARNING: Their will probably be mention of rape, and possibly rape will occur in the story BUT I will not be writing lemons or smut or whatever you call it. Nope, none of that here.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the Percy Jackson & the Olympians characters or setting or story or rights to the ideas. The same goes for Heroes of Olympus, Kane Chronicles, and [Matthew? Arnold? Arthur? Magnus?] Chase and the Sword of Summer. Or anything else ever. Apart from the plot. Which is mine, ALL MINE! But yeah, all the other stuff goes to Rick Riordan. Okay, that good?

Anyways, let us be starting

Dust flew across the desolate plain, spurred onwards by the gusting wind. The hot summer sun stared down from the heavens, spreading light over the wasteland and forming the shadows that sprung from the old gas station. The building was slowly falling into disrepair; its flaking white paint buried under a coat of dirt & grime, one window had been smashed and shelves which had once been overflowing with goods were now completely bare. Flies flitted throughout the aisles, concentrating near the shopkeeper, where he lay in a congealing pool of blood.

The tinkle of the store bell permeated throughout the shop, signalling the entrance of a customer. A women stepped through the door, her feet gliding softly across the laminate floor. She moved with caution, stopping every so often to peer throughout the room as if fearing a monster lurked in the gloom. She leaned down towards the shopkeeper's corpse, the sun at her back casting her shadow out over his body. A hand reached out, grabbing the rough wool of the shopkeeper's shirt, before tugging him onto his back. It was clear how the man had died, his chest was a gory mixture of blood, shirt and flesh and the front of his throat had been torn out. Shuddering he women pulled back, turned around and began to move swiftly towards the exit.

The flies swarmed around her in a frenzied mass, forming a black cloud above her head. The unmistakable iron stench of blood flooded the air. From theshadows that lined the back of the store emerged a man. A rough woollen cloak was wrapped around him; long dark locks of hair hung from his head in matted clumps. Deeps sea green eyes were sunk into his gaunt face, his skin as pale as the moon. Blood dribbled from his chin; drawing glistening, red trails through the stubble that covered his chin. His mouth opened and from within emerged a silky, sweet voice, "Hello Artemis."

Artemis flung herself sideways, her long, auburn hair flowing behind her as she crashed to the floor. A fraction of a second later a pair of bullets flew through the spot that she had occupied mere moments ago before bursting from the shop amidst a cascade of glass. The gunshots were immensely loud, their volume increased in the enclosed space. Scrambling behind a set of shelves which proudly claimed to have once contained an assortment of soft drinks Artemis called out to her attacker, "Who are you? And how do you know who I am?"

Cackling rang throughout the air before they were cut off by a fit of coughing. Seizing her chance Artemis sprang from behind her cover, drawing her dagger and stabbing down at the man in one fluid movement. Unable to react in time to block her blow the man could only gaze up at Artemis with a look of shock. Blood splattered the ground as it flew from his mouth, mixed with the spittle that accompanied it. The man stumbled and fell to his knees, his coughing finally ending. His gun, an M9 Beretta, clattered to the floor.

He spoke: "Your much faster then I remember."

Then he struggled to his feet, dagger still embedded in his chest. Artemis stood and stared at him in horror as he took a step towards her. He reached inside his coat and withdrew another pistol; he advanced to her before raising the gun to her head.

"In case you were wondering, these guns are loaded with custom made celestial bronze bullets."

Artemis, not one to die easily, sprang into action. One arm flew up, knocking the man's gun out of his grasp; while the other was swung towards his face. Laughing lazily, the man ducked under the wild blow and swung round to grab the firearm as it fell. Artemis lunged, kicking out at the man's exposed back and sending him sprawling the floor. He twisted, bringing the gun to bear and firing off a shot. Blood burst from Artemis' shoulder, she fell backwards as she spun from the bullets impact. She began to lift herself from the ground, letting out a large groan, when a bullet smashed into the ground inches from her face.

"Still raring for a fight aye? Just like you were 16 years ago, guess some things never change. I'd stay where you are if I were you; unless you want to visit Tartarus while your brains decorate the floor back here?"

Feeling he energy draining from her bullet wound Artemis slumped back to the floor. Sometimes you just have got to admit that you've been beaten, this was one of those times. Desperate to negotiate Artemis asked, "What is it you want from me?"

"Oh, that's simple, I want you to offer me a job."

"Wai- What?" Artemis spluttered, "You want me to offer you a job?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no, no problem; it's just, a job?" Artemis said incredulously.

"Yup; but not just any job, a job I specify."

"And what job would that be?" she asked.

"Before I tell you that I need you to swear an oath that you will carry through this deal."

"Not before you-"

"Or I could just send you on vacation to Tartarus."

With a slight tinge of unease Artemis agreed to the deal.

"Swear an oath on the Styx," the man demanded.

"I swear on the River Styx to uphold the deal made between me and…"

"Otmshcheniye (a-too-ma-sheen-yeah), call me Otmshcheniye"

"Okay, I swear on the River Styx to uphold the deal made between Otmshcheniye and I"

"Now swear on your hunters."

"I swear on the lives of the Hunters of Artemis that I shall uphold the deal made between Otmshcheniye and I. Are we done now?" Artemis said exasperatedly.

"Yeah, we're done now" came Otmshcheniye's reply.

"What job is it you want me to give you?" Artemis asked.

"Guardian of the Hunt."

Artemis' reply was instantaneous, "Never!"

"You swore on their lives you know, I could click my fingers and they'd all be dead and gone," the man threatened.

"Fine, but I will know the true identity of the boy who will be guarding my hunt, not some unpronounceable alias," she growled.

"Now that you've made your oath that's no problem. It is my pleasure to see you again after so long Artemis, and frankly it saddens me that you can't remember me; I did after all save your life multiple times, I even got a title for it. Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus, at your service milady."

A/N: So comment, review, follow (if you liked it) and all that good stuff. Be sure to tell me what you liked/disliked and what I can improve on; the more reviews/views this thing gets the faster the next chapter will be published because if nobody is reading it what is the point of me writing this? But yeah, not going to be your ordinary Guardian of the Hunt story, plans are in place for him to leave the Hunt completely but I wouldn't be telling you nothing about that... Until next time.