Hey guys!! This is my first fan fick, I hope you like it, and sorry if there are miss spelling/grammer. Also, people who don't like added on characters, sorry, I am just going to add one more sort-of important character on, since the whole kronos war is still going on.

I do not own Pecry Jakeson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does:)

Here's a privew for later on:

I had no intention for my life to stray down this path. I had no recollection of him luring me down the dark, twisting hallways. Full of stories from the people before me, who had turned there backs on reality, and realized that they had just betrayed the people they loved the most, right when the bronze doors slammed shut, locking them in, and the rest of the world; out.

ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!

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Percy's POV:

I walked down the crowded street, being pushed and tosled (Sp?) in the New York City streets, 5th avenue. It was Christmas time, so, naturally, everyone in New York decides to go and shop or whatever they do. I felt sour, I knew that something bad was happining at camp, and I didn't wan't to take an hour to walk a few stinkin' blocks. Annabeth had Irised messaged me, and she looked scared. Her dad and step-mom had dropped her of at camp while they went off to Italy for there aniversery, while her brothers were being baby sat by their grandmother. I could'nt really hear what she was saying, for all the clattering of swords in the backround. Campers were putting in more time to practice sword fighting and defence. We all felt something in the air, an arora of death and monsters(though Grover and the other satyrs were really the only ones who could smell the monsters, though they made sure that we knew) But I did hear her say to meet her at the bakery by rocker fella plasa( Im American, though I've never been there before, don't know how to spell it) at 12pm. I looked down at my watch and it was 11:55, and I was still a block away.

"Man! did you see that! It was awsome! The best street performance ever!" A man said with a tye-died t-shirt with a smiley face that said: "Get hip with it!" on the back.

" Yah, that girl was an awsomely skilled in the art of trapeze (sp?)! And the fire breathing dragon puppet! So real man! Almost makes you think that it was alive!"

It just dawned on me, that I had passed the shop, and I had never seen a street perfomance that wasn't a parade or something to do with thanksgiving here, at all. I relized that I had stopped walking and turned around to see Annabeth around the corner battling a Hellhound.

"Oh my gods" I mummered as I sprinted down the sidwalk, annoying lots of people, but I really didn't care. My thoughts were a jumble with questions, Like How come she is battling a Hellhound in the middle of a busy New York street( Which the hellhound seemed to be wining, since in was on offence), or the other important question, WHY IS there a Hellhound in the middle of a busy New York street. I drew Riptide from my pocket and felt it grow it's full lengh.

"So nice you could join me Seaweed Brain." She said with a panting vocie when I was beside her, jabing one of it's paws, though nothing happend, the skin made my sword bounce back. And I succeded in making it more angry. Then it breathed fire.

"What the gods!" I proclamied.

"Percy! Don't you know! This isn't a normal Hellhoud, Hephaestus created it! It is made of a metal called Hep, Hephaestus created it so that it would look as normal skin, but the same streanth as copper or gold. Also, Theres a name tag around it's neak.

I looked for it and saw it glittering in the sun: Hellhound; If found please contact Hephaestus at his underground workshop.

"hu, so why was it attacking you, if it's not Hades, and Hephaestus created it? I thought we had a peace thing going on since Mt. Helens?" I asked while doging another flame

" I don't know Percy, I have a bad feeling."

I knew that if Annabeth didn't know, that was bad.

"Ok, so we'll talk about that later, but for right now, how do we stop it? Is it electronic?"

"Your brain is full of kelp" I heard her murmmer under her breath.

"What!" I said, while both of us doged it's teeth, a shot of fire, and a few claws.

" Duh! How do you think it's running!" She yelled over it's back. Her vocie hinted that she was tired and exasperated.

I ran over to the other side, and grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing!" She tried to pull away from my arm, but I kept running, weaving throuh the cars and taxes, while all of the were honcking there horns. The Hellhound flew over the cars, as I expected. I had no idea what the people saw, though it must not have been that important, because no one stopped to stare. I saw the fountain in the park, coming closer. I skidded to a stop when Annabeth's confused face looked at me then the fountain. Her mouth made a "O" and she understood. She ran to a tree a few meters away, so she wouldn't end of drenched, again. The Hellhound flew closer and closer while the gut feeling returned, and when it was only a few feet away, almost all the water flew out and surrounded it. It was outraged, and threw another ball of fire twards me, but it smoked away in it little bubble of water. Sparks of electricity flew inside the bubble. I admit, I was proud of myself, thinking of a plan, even as small as that. The Hellhound stoped moving, so I willed the water to fly back into the founatin. The Hellhound dropped to the ground, and melted away.

"Wow Percy. Im impressed. You thought of the plan, and no one had any fatal injurys, or near deaths." She said while smiling and walking out frome under the tree.

" Thanks." I said

Annabeth then walked over the fountain and sat on the lege.

"What's wrong at camp?" I asked

Her face turned sad as she looked twards the ground, and kicked a stone.

"Annabeth", she didn't look up for a few moments.

"Percy, Grover is........"

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