Got a good response to the first chapter, so on with the second one!

"The Darkness of the Sea."

Karen paced back and forth in Central Park, hands stuffed in her jeans. With her face hidden in hood, she looked like your average New York teen- rebellious and hipster. She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and a neon green backpack, with two water bottles in it.

Several other people looked at her oddly, but none said a single word. Thankfully.

Why can't I just go home…

She could feel his eyes boring into her, and if she tried to make a break for it, he'd make her go back. Just like the last few times.

Sniffing the air, she could suddenly smell a combination of sweaty gym lockers and socks. Ew. So they're finally here, but where?...

"Hey there little lady. You lost?" A strong, deep voice said from behind her. Spinning around, Karen came face to face with the ugliest Laistrygonian giant she's ever seen, with chipped teeth, a hairy beard, unkempt hair, and just-

Gross!

His posse of friends were just as ugly and foul smelling, however none nearly as big as the leader, who in his mist form was about 6'7 and easily looked like he weighed over 250.

Shaking her head, Karen met the giant's eyes.

"You know, we've been looking for an Empousa to join our ranks. I'm certain you've heard of The Princess of Hell?" The giant asked, his eyes roaming up and down Karen's body. He then licked his lips.

The empousa internally recoiled, while on the outside she remained unresponsive. Not like she could talk anyways…

She took off her hood, and proceeded to give the giant her middle finger.

"Looks like we got a non-believer fellas. How about we show her…the way?" How he spoke made Karen's skill crawl, and as she tried to dart away the giant shot out a hand, catching her by the arm. Lifting her up, he slung her over his back, as the giants began to chuckle with glee.

"I know we are gonna have some fun with dis one boys!" The leader laughed, and despite Karen's pounding on his back, he kept carrying on. Frantically searching around, Karen panicked as it seemed not a single person knew she was being kidnapped.

They tossed her in the back of a van, tying her wrists in the process. The giant leaned in real close, his disgusting breath clouding her senses, making her gag.

"I'm so gonna luv you, you're so purdy!" He caressed her face and left a slobbery kiss on her cheek. Karen squeezed her eyes shut, disgust overcoming her. I need to burn that cheek.

The van sped off, and the panic Karen felt earlier was exponentially rising every second they sped away from the park.

Does he no longer care? Is this him killing me? She thought bitterly, though she was also glad. Glad to be freed from that demon.

Glad to no longer be a tool.

But her hopes of potential freedom- in a way- were dashed as the van suddenly smashed into what felt like a concrete wall. She heard the giants yelling, and various panicked voices. Several thuds were heard as Karen assumed the giants were killed.

The water in her bag exploded out, hardening into large ice crystals, and shooting through the car. The sickening sound of flesh being impaled was heard, and it became silent except for the whimpering of one giant.

"Where…Princess of….is she?"

"Please I don't…-orn in the pit….he…no NO ACK!" A sickening crunch was heard, and then suddenly a large spike of ice covered in dust penetrated the van next to Karen's head. Several footsteps followed, and as she followed the sound Karen realized what had happened. Opening her mouth, Karen absentmindedly noticed it was no longer sewn shut with water.

"No…Please." She groaned. The doors swung open to reveal Percy Jackson, dressed in his black combat pants, black hoodie, and boots. The usual array of knives and the like were attached to his hip, and she could detect traces of dust covering his clothes.

Smirking, Percy held out his hand.

"Well, my little own monster, shall we?"

-00-

"Manhattan. Staten Island. Brooklyn. Queens. Over the past several days there have been more "incidents" that have occurred in each borough. Except for one." Steve laid out, pointing on a map of New York. "The Bronx. That's where these…things will hit next."

Since their first encounter with the undead, Steve, Tony, Natasha had responded to various other reports of aliens or monsters. They got added help from Clint and some SHIELD agents, however besides just beating up the monsters, no weapon of theirs worked. They were slowed by bullets yes, but never killed. Tony sometimes could kill them with his suits blasters, but it was more of an effect of the heat. No matter what, nothing just seemed to be consistently working.

Except Steve's shield.

Thor and Bruce Banner were both MIA, so any kind of science explanation or supernatural one wasn't going to come anytime soon.

The rest of the team, comprising of Clint, Natasha, Steve, Tony, and Maria Hill from SHIELD were huddled in the Avengers tower. Steve had just finished his briefing when they got the call.

"Another attack. Bay Avenue, the Bronx. Suit up!"

-00-

"Momma? Momma! What did you do to her?"

"…."

"Please! No! Don't hurt me…*sniff sniff*…..I-I did-didn't do anything!...Please sir don't kill me too…"

"I won't hurt you."

"You promise? Mom always says to make people promise."

"I promise not to hurt you. But you must promise me something, little one."

"Wh-what?"

"Never hurt anyone else. Ever. Or else I'll come back for you too, and when you have daughters I won't spare them."

"AH!" Percy shot up awake, forehead drenched in sweat. He was shaking, though from what was unclear- energy and adrenaline poured through his veins, while anger and sadness both equally filled him. His green eyes were lit with power as Percy tried to return to reality.

A muffled boom! Sounded through his wall, followed by the sound of rushing water. The apartment sprinklers then began to dump water, spraying an invisible fire.

Finally regaining himself, Percy felt the water raining down, soaking his bed, hair, and apartment.

"Shit. Not again." Percy snapped his fingers, shutting off all the water. Sighing, the demi-god stood up, cracking his various joints. Looking to his right, the digital clock on the stand read 7:57 AM.

Still got some time before I need to go to Leo's.

Shaking his head, Percy tapped himself and he felt his skin become dry once more. After drying his room and getting changed into some basic sweatpants and an average black cotton shirt, he waded into his kitchen, drying his apartment as he went.

Reaching into the pantry, Percy made himself a bowl of cereal. As he sat down to eat it, he heard a quiet groan.

Looking up, he made eye contact with Karen. Strapped to a wooden chair, hands bound behind her and feet bound, mouth taped shut, she looked pathetic. She was shivering, as she was also doused with water head to toe. Her light brown hair, which would gain blonde streaks in the summer, was a tangled and dirty mess. Her beautiful tan skin had lost its luster. Her blue eyes, which used to sparkle and almost glow with her excitement, had faded.

She'd given up.

For anyone else, seeing this heartbroken sight would draw some kind of feeling. Any kind of feeling. Like watching an angel have its wings clipped.

Percy smirked at Karen's state, and kept eating.

As he chowed down on his cereal, he could feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of his head. When he looked up, he realized she was actually looking at the food.

Oh shit. When did I last feed her?

"Ah dammit. I forgot to feed you again." Not being completely heartless, Percy made his way over to Karen and removed her tape. As soon as the adhesive left her mouth, she gasped out for air, and a few tears trickled down her cheeks. Percy frowned, tracing a finger up her cheek. "Now why the sad face?" Karen shivered as he almost caressed her. In any other circumstance, an attractive guy touching her face would be welcomed. But not this one.

"Just…..kill me. Let me go!" She moaned. Percy, still frowning, brought a plate with two sandwiches on it.

"Look, I'm sorry I forgot to feed you. So here's an extra sandwich!" Percy grinned, before slowly feeding her the food. This was the ritual- Percy showing almost no care for his captive at all except for when he fed her. Karen quieted down as she ate, regaining control of her emotions.

I need to get out of here.

"I'll be leaving for a bit, don't go anywhere." Percy winked before re-taping her mouth, ignoring her protest.

Tossing on a heavy coat and cotton hat, Percy made his way out of his apartment. Just as he was about to leave, he grabbed his black cotton mask and hoodie as well. Who knows when I'd need these?

His apartment was a cozy thing, with two rooms, one bathroom, a decent sized kitchen and a nice lounging area. For one person it was actually too much. But for now, it was perfect. Especially the magic armory Hephaestus built in to his closet.

"Good morning Mr. Jackson. Sleep well?" Archie, the old doorman said. Percy nodded, a grin touching his lips. "I slept great Archie. Any mail today?"

"Yes sir."

"Have a good day now." Percy unlocked his box, reaching in and snagging the envelopes. A few bills, and then one that was a lime green color.

To Perseus A. Jackson.

From Atlantic Oil.

Opening the envelope, Percy saw the very wealthy check inside. Nodding, he folded it and tucked it in his jacket, while placing the rest of his bills back in.

Good timing.

Stepping outside into the brisk February air, Percy let the sights and sounds of New York wash over him. All the water in the air, underground, in buildings, all buzzing, humming¸ begging to be used. The pipes, the sewers…..he felt everything.

Taking a breath, Percy walked into the parking garage, where his customized black and blue Suzuki motorcycle was parked. The classic Eta of Hephaestus etched into the side, glowing green. Grabbing his helmet, Percy revved up his engine and placed his helmet on, earning curious look. Slamming his black visor down so no one could see his face, Percy sped out of the garage, cutting off a few cars.

As he made the trip to Leo's, Percy got caught at a red light. Sighing, he pulled his leather gloves up more to provide more heat, sitting up on his bike. As he did so, he heard the sound of another bike rapidly speeding down the street from the right.

Too early for gang bangers.

However, it was not a gangbanger trying to be zealous. On the bike was none other than Captain America, who was followed by a black SUV.

When he crossed the intersection, Captain America turned and made eye contact with Percy. At least, Percy made eye contact. The Captain wasn't able to see his eyes, instead focusing on the mysterious reflective black visor that trailed him down the road.

Interesting.

When the light turned green, Percy sped down the road, looking to see if he could still spot the curious sight. However, the Captain was gone, along with the SUV. Looking back to the road, Percy zigzagged his way through the streets until he reached a large car workshop.

Parking next to it, Percy removed his helmet and gloves, turning off the engine. His eyes drifted up to the large, bright red sign with a fire insignia- Vulcan Repair Shop, Now Servicing All Vehicles! Rated number 1 repair shop in the country!

Taking in the state of the workshop, Percy couldn't help but agree. It was only 8:45, but there was easily a line of over a dozen cars and trucks waiting to be serviced. The large, three story building had three separate garages, allowing for six cars at a time to be worked on. Walking to the front door, Percy saw a crowded waiting room full of anxious customers, however it was easily worth the wait.

"This guy can repair anything man! I once broke my lawn mower, took it to three other shops. All said it was unfixable. Brought it here, and he had to as good as new in hours! That shit usually takes days!" One man exclaimed, going on a tangent to his friend.

Seeing the large line to the front desk, which was being run by two young women, Percy made his way past the line. This earned him various complaints and rude remarks, as he gently stepped in front of everyone.

"I'm here to see Leo Valdez." Percy stated, ignoring the angry looks of the waiting customers. One of the secretaries was typing furiously on a computer, while the other was filling in some kind of after-repair-sheet.

"I'm sorry sir but you'll have to schedule an appointment. Mr. Valdez is very busy."

"Yes, I know, but if you would just-"

"Sir, please call or email us for an appointment. Now if you would please." The women's till hadn't looked up yet, causing Percy to sigh. I wish Martha was still here.

Getting annoyed, the young women glanced up at Percy, only to make eye contact with his pulsing sea green eyes. Hazel eyes widening in surprise, she stood up sharply, looking panicked.

"Mr. Jackson! I'm so sorry, please excuse me….." The other secretary finally looked up, and seeing Percy standing there she gaped openly like a fish.

"You're-"

"Yes, I'm Percy. Now, can you please call your boss down? These people are about to jump me."

Apologizing profusely, the women called Leo on a wall-phone. "Sir? Yes I know not to call you at this hour- yes I know sir but- Sir if you would- Sir Percy Jackson is here!" Percy chuckled at the exchange, grinning to the person behind him. Seeing the intense glare, Percy felt his irritation suddenly spike.

"Problem?" He asked, dangerously. The middle aged man, who before was so willing to glare, gulped nervously and tried to inch as far away as possible. Giving a derisive hmph, Percy walked around back to the workshop, nodding to the various workers. Taking a quick left, Perc made his way up the staircase to the second floor. As he did, he suddenly ran into a man heading the opposite way.

"Shit! Leo!"

"Sorry Percy! I was, uh, busy!"

"Whatever. Just don't forget why I'm here." The two walked back upstairs, onto the office level. This was also known as the tinkering floor, where Leo constructed various things, ranging from car parts to weapons. Entering Leo's personal 'study', or rather his personal workshop, Percy took in the stench of metal, sweat, and possibly rotten food. Scrunching his nose in disgust, Percy raised a sleeve up to block the smell. "Don't you ever clean?"

Grinning, Leo walked into the back of his workshop, where he kept completed and blueprints. "Sorry Perce, but I'm a little busy usually. Running the largest repair shop in New York doesn't grant you down time." Leo disappeared into the back, followed by loud clangs and crashes. Shouting over the noise, Percy retorted, "Why don't you just make Calypso do it?!" The noises stopped as Leo came scuttling back to his desk, several blueprints in hand.

"You want to make Calypso clean for you? Besides she's already got enough on her hands." Placing the blueprints down, Leo met Percy's eyes. "These ae the plans you sent, right?"

Giving them a quick one-over, Percy nodded. "Those are the ones. How long?"

"Well, if I did it alone it may take about a week or so. But…you've done a lot for me. You've done a lot for my business. I wouldn't be here without your help. And, you know, since my dad owes you a few favors…I thought that I'd enlist my father to help with building them. He'd love to pay back some of those favors as soon as possible."

Percy raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You think he would?"

"Absolutely! He may even improve on the design more than I have, adding in some cool enhancements and charms- for free. You wouldn't have to pay me." As Leo spoke, Percy shook his head in disagreement. While Leo tried to protest, Percy reached into his jacket and pulled out two large pouches. He dropped them on Leo's desk, and golden drachmas spilled out of one, and cash spilled out the other. He then pulled out the check from earlier, slapping it on the desk and writing an identical check, this time making it out to Leo. Leo stared in awe at the amount of money, brown eyes widening on his elfish face.

"Percy…..I can't…..this is so much."

"Take it. The drachmas and cash is for what I'm guessing the costs of this suit will be. I want the best, so you'll need the best tools and supplies. The check? That's my monthly…..donation to your company. Also I heard your daughter's birthday is coming up. Part of it can be my gift." Leo raised his eyes to meet Percy, face dumbstruck.

"This…..I can't take this. This is your birthright, not mine."

"Maybe. But I don't need the money. I've even told my father that it's too much but he refuses. No Prince of the Sea shall live in poverty! Especially not the Hero of Olympus!" Percy gave a small smile at his father's stubbornness when it came to the checks.

"Thank you, Percy. For everything." Leo said, and Percy could tell he really meant it. Giving him a nod goodbye, Percy turned around to leave, before he remembered something. "Tell Calypso that I said hi. And that I'm sorry I missed her."

Smiling softly, Leo answered "You always just miss her. I'm starting to think you do it deliberately." With a final wave goodbye, Percy walked back down the stairs and out of the now mostly empty waiting room.

Damn that was fast. Despite this however, a new wave of customers was pulling in. Always on the move Leo.

Putting his helmet and gloves on, Percy sat on his motorcycle and too out a map of New York. The Bronx was circled in red, with arrows pointing towards an old street that was now mostly abandoned.

Eyes glowing with an internal power, Percy proceeded to block his aura. He then sped off to the Bronx.

-00-

BOOM! CRASH!

Percy slowed to a halt in the alleyway, stopping just in front of a dumpster as he listened to the sounds of a skirmish. The sounds of monsters growling and people grunting, as well as metal clashing was easily heard for some distance. But Percy doubted there was anyone to listen.

Probably why no one has noticed the monster attacks. Because no one is around to see them.

He heard what sounded like laser beams being shot, and then the smell of burning metal and…..snakes?

That's disgusting.

Stepping off his bike, Percy removed his helmet. He replaced it with his black ski mask, which covered his entire face barring the eyes, and then pulled on his hoodie, flipping up the hood. No need to let them see my face.

Tapping his pockets to make sure Riptide and Stormbringer were still there, he methodically walked towards the battle.

Percy felt his mind relax, adrenaline pumping through his blood. His senses extended until he felt everything. His bales were humming, eyes pulsing. He felt his fingers twitch.

Taking a breath, Percy calmed his body, but allowed it to revel in this stage. This is when the fun began.

Percy walked out of the alley. He saw Iron Man in the sky, blasting away at storm spirits that were darkening the sky. Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye were on the ground, battling a modest group of hellhounds, dracaena, and a few spartoi.

Spartoi?

Despite this, Percy noticed a sizable amount of dust, meaning that they had killed about half the group.

Makes my job easier. No one had noticed the demi-god yet, as the monsters were too preoccupied and none of the Avengers had looked his way. Scanning the scene before him, Percy searched for a specific object. Eyes narrowed, they flickered over to the far corner of the road where a few monsters huddled together. Then he saw it a flash of silver.

There you are.

Just then, Black Widow was launched off a car window by a large spartoi, who had grabbed it. She landed with a roll, coming to a stop before Percy. Her suit had ripped at the shoulder, showing her bloody skin.

Struggling up, she stood. Then she turned to see Percy standing not even a few meters away, watching her. "Who the hell are you? Get out of here, it isn't safe. We don't need some kids trying to be heroes." Percy's stare hardened into a glare, which she noticed through the narrowing of the eyes and the glow his unnatural sea-green eyes took.

Did she just call me…a kid?

Snorting in derision at her, he stormed past her towards the briefcase. That must be what I'm looking for. The monsters noticed him by now, and seeing how a little intimidation could be used, Percy unleashed his aura. It crashed over the battlefield, sending some of the smaller hellhounds and weaker minded dracaena running off in fear. The spartoi were unaffected, however the remaining monsters that stayed were soon realizing who had just arrived.

Prince of the Seas.

A hellhound tried to jump at him, but Percy ducked under it, grabbing it by the hind legs. Slamming the hellish dog down, he snapped its legs in half, causing it to whimper in pain. Feeling merciful, he stomped a black boot through its skull, crushing whatever brain it had.

It exploded into dust, with the gold power dusting his shoes.

A dracaena charged him, but he slid to the side and hit her spear up. Stepping in close, he grabbed her head and yanked. Snap! Suddenly, he was holding just a head, as her body slipped to the ground. Cool. Percy tossed the head away, rolling his shoulders. Picking up her spear, he took another few steps forward, spinning it in a circle. He parried multiple other dracaena in doing this, before slicing several stomachs open with another low spin. Breaking the spear in half, he then jumped forward, impaling one through the chest with the staff and another through the eye socket with the metal end.

Ripping the two halves out, he threw them forward, catching another two hellhound's right in the snouts. At least I'm accurate when throwing.

The Avengers, who had seen the mysterious man enter, kept fighting their own battles, but were watching in a sort of horrid fascination.

"Did he just rip that one's head off?"

"How is he moving so fast?"

"He just ripped its head off."

Percy wiped his gloves on his pants, now finally coming to some spartoi. Finally, a challenge. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out Stormbringer, clicking it to unleash the glowing black sword.

"That's a sword. Stark! Give me something- who is this guy?"

"JARVIS scan SHIELD database. Big guys with glowing swords."

"I think he's going for the briefcase! Natasha, Clint! Get it first."

"A little busy here Cap!"

"I got it Rogers."

Percy parried a spartoi, sweeping his legs out under him, before stabbing down. The Avengers watched in fascination as Percy's sword pulsed a black light, as the spartus was seemingly sucked into the blade. A trio of spartoi approached Percy, blades glinting with death. Sensing their approach, Percy rolled forward, ducking under their swipes. Jumping into the air, he spun and decapitated all three. Their bodies crumbled into dust, which was then sucked into his blade.

Percy scanned for more enemies, only seeing the few dracaena defending the suitcase and a few more spartoi left. Confidently stalking forwards, Percy kept twirling his sword to a silent tune.

Just as he got close however, Black Widow came out of nowhere, ambushing the monsters who were focused on Percy. She slid between them, stabbing them with some of Hawkeye's arrows. The monsters didn't die, but they were wounded and left hissing in pain. She raised a grappling gun to the building behind her, intent on escaping.

Percy's eyes glowed dangerously, anger swirling.

"Is that guy's eyes glowing?

As Natasha shot up, a stream of water shot at her, stopping her mid ascent. Looking down in surprise, Natasha was confounded about the water, until it violently yanked her back, making her lose her grip on the hook and the suitcase.

"Tony!

Ironman swopped down to save her, catching her before she hit the ground. But the silver suitcase was caught by another stream of water, which then shot towards Percy.

The Avengers thought it was going to slam right into the man, but were stunned when the water slowed, and almost presented the suitcase to Percy, who took it.

"Unknown enhanced has the briefcase, I repeat, unknown enhanced has the briefcase!"

Percy stalked off with the briefcase, finishing any monster as he went. He was going back to the alley he came from, when suddenly a large man in red, white, and blue stepped out from where his bike was.

Ah shit.

"I saw you earlier. This yours?" Steve held out Percy's helmet, to which Percy simply stared at. Steve then tossed it over Percy's head, staring at the suitcase.

"I'm going to have to ask you to hand that over, son. You have no idea what you're getting into." Percy stared at Steve blankly, then held out the briefcase. Eyeing him warily, Steve reached out for it.

"I don't think that's a good idea!"

"Shut up Tony!" Steve hissed, momentarily distracted. Percy noticed.

Spinning, he slammed the briefcase into Steve's head, sending the Captain crashing into the ground. Water slid over Roger's legs and arms, freezing him to the ground. Tony came swooping down, firing multiple repulsor shots. Percy dodged them, sending a massive jet of water at Tony.

The water encased Ironman in his suit, hardening to ice. "Sir, our flight systems are shutting down. Pow….er….co…..re…dis…" Tony felt water seeping through the cracks of his suit, before BAM! His suit exploded apart. Hitting the ground. Tony's momentum carried him into the side of a brick building, slamming him harshly into it. He slumped to the ground, body feeling broken.

Natasha, meanwhile, had swiftly lunged at Percy, getting in several good hits. But she only angered the demi-god, who, after dodging more blows, caught her fists. Clenching down, Percy crushed her bones.

Natasha cried out in agony, unable to escape the iron grip. Through tears of pain, she met cold, lifeless eyes that were unwavering. Snap! Her hands fell to her sides, as Percy then yanked her shoulder out of its socket. Pushing her to the wall, he froze her arms and legs to the building.

Feeling accomplished, Percy turned to leave. The hair on his neck stood up, and he suddenly caught an arrow inches from his face. Slowly turning to look up, Percy saw Hawkeye standing atop the building next to him, face confused.

"How did you….." Percy's eyes glowed, and Hawkeye heard the sound of a wave crashing. Fearing the worst, he turned around to see a massive wave of water. "How the fuck did this get here!?" Looking down at Percy, he closed his eyes as the wave slammed him off the roof.

Hawkeye though his life was going to end there, taken by some masked guy with superpowers. As his body fell, he clenched his eyes shut, awaiting pain.

Instead, he landed in a huge pool of water, which then coalesced around Clint into ice. His entire body was stuck except for his face, allowing him to breathe.

Percy turned to leave one more time, nodding to himself. Good day. No mortal casualties and I even got the briefcase. Nice. However Natasha stopped him with a short cry, "Why are you doing this?"

Deciding to answer, Percy rounded on her, eyes peering into her soul. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. I will handle these monsters. You can fight your…..aliens. Tell your friends that I won't be so…..friendly next time." Ignoring her protest or responses, Percy walked back out to the empty street, grabbed his helmet, and put it on. The silence of the once vivid street consumed him, and Percy once again nodded to himself.

Dimming his aura, Percy strapped the suitcase to his bike. Turning it around, he drove into the next alleyway which held no cameras. Collecting himself, he imagined his parking garage, before disappearing without a trace.

Alright that's chapter two. So as you can see, Percy has some emotion in him, but also a great amount of cruelty. Tell me what you thought and drop a review!

Percy's monster handbook:

Dracaena: Easy to kill. Any weapon really. Vulnerable to fast moving targets and ranged attacks. They prefer to fight in large groups to overwhelm you. Space them out and pick them off one by one.

Hellhounds: Stupid. Easy to outsmart. Faster than Dracaena, but sudden changes in direction allow for attacks to the side. Vulnerable to ranged weapons and spears.

Spartoi: Hold no fear. Able to reform. No idea who got so many dragon teeth…Use Stygian Iron and Adamantium. Burn or freeze them, and make sure to absorb their remains. Or else they'll keep coming. Ask Nico to lend some Stygian Iron for a new sword…