(Disclaimer: I can say this forever, I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or F.E.A.R., Rick Riordan and Sierra Entertainment do.) I give my thanks to Just your average John Doe for helping me in seperating documents into chapters.


Percy's POV

Today's the day, I thought. Last day of ninth grade, and I get to go to my favorite place in the world. I grinned while I worked in my book. I haven't seen Annabeth in forever along with Grover and wondered what they were doing now. Now that I had finished my homework, I wouldn't have to worry. While everyone else was finished, they gathered their school belongings and waited for the bell to ring to get out of Goode High.

I held my breath while the last ten seconds of school were passing by. 5...4...3...2...1 and for the first time, nothing tragic or bizarre happened all year besides the incident at orientation. Looks like Kronos took a vacation, but I doubt it. The bell rang and everybody sprang out of the classroom screaming like mad, carrying me with them.

After I was dropped off at my mom's Manhattan apartment building, I climbed the stairs and drove the room key into the holder, pushing the door open. I saw my mom facing me from across the table and Paul Blofis with his back to me.

"Oh, hey Percy! Happy last day of school!" he said.

"Hey Mom. Hey Mr. Blowfish," I said.

"Err, it's Blofis." He corrected.

"Sorry,"

"How's school?" Mom asked.

"The usual,"

I trudged to my room, dropped my books on the bed next to me and sighed. I couldn't wait any longer, but if it's for my own good, I'll wait until tomorrow. The day past quickly with barely any action at all. I eventually fell asleep and luckily I didn't have any prophetic dreams. Wrong.

In my dream, I was in front of the Big House with Chiron in his wheelchair (last year his leg was broken) speaking to a tall man in tan body armor.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Chiron said.

The tall man nodded.

"If you want, you could hang out with some of the campers,"

The guy shrugged. I don't know why he won't speak. I guess he's a mute or too nervous to talk to anybody. He turned and walked into the Big House when he stopped in the middle of the doorway. He was like a giant statue, unmovable and inactive. Suddenly, he turned his head to look straight at me and I swear he was giving me a melancholy smile; maybe the guy was very depressed of everything. Then he continued and shut the door where I woke with a sound of a door closing real hard.

I yelped and almost tumbled out of bed onto the floor where my mom caught me.

"You okay, Percy?"

I sighed, "Yeah,"

"Well, it's time for camp,"

"Yes!" I quickly got dressed my orange camp T-shirt and jeans, packed my bags, and followed my mom outside to the car. As soon as I arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I immediately opened the trunk of the car, grabbed my stuff, and said good-bye to Mom.

"Be careful, Percy!" she yelled from the driver's side of the car.

"Okay!" I was already running up Half-Blood Hill where Peleus the dragon was coiled around Thalia's pine tree, guarding the Golden Fleece. When I was walking to cabin three, I caught a glimpse of the Oracle in the Big House's attic, then a tall man in a leather mask and tan body armor leaning forward in a chair on the porch. I saw that man in my dream, but I don't think he's harmless. I turned the corner around a cabin and small figure standing in the shadows. She was in a red dress with her dark brown hair (or was it black?) when I stopped in my tracks to examine her clearly. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing things; suddenly she was gone, followed by a little girl's giggle that came from behind me.

"Who's there?" I asked as I checked behind me. No answer from anywhere. I shrugged and continued towards the Poseidon cabin. The next day I was at the sword-fighting arena getting into shape with Riptide, my ballpoint pen. You would probably think, a ballpoint pen won't do much in battle, you know unless you want to write all over people, but this pen changes into a celestial bronze sword when you take off the cap.

I saw Chiron in his wheelchair roll into the arena with that man I saw at the Big House. Eventually, he saw me and I stopped gutting a dummy to look curiously at the mysterious guy.

"Hello, Percy." Chiron said.

"Hey," I continued to stab.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chiron's head turn up to the guy, who really looked down in a sad kind of way, who was murmuring something to him but he was so quiet I barely heard a sound.

"Alma?" Chiron asked him.

More murmuring.

"I see. Well the camp has boundaries like you witnessed back there and-,"

The guy interrupted him.

"She psychic... meaning?"

Still couldn't hear anything.

"I don't see how she could enter our borders. It's off limits to mortals. Can you describe her?"

Nope, not a sound.

"What do you mean she disappears automatically?"

-*Yawn*-...wait. How could someone disappear out of thin air? Well if the girl their talking about had Annabeth's Yankee Cap.

"If she doesn't use magic items, how can she do that all by herself?"

The guy shrugged.

"I will talk to the nymphs about protecting the borders, if at all means for them to leave their tree. We will talk later." And then Chiron rolled off to archery lessons. The guy with red-tinted goggles walked up to the very top of the bleachers to lean forward with his face in his hands. I would think this guy had emotional problems and assume that this guy was twenty-five to thirty years old by the looks of him. Suddenly, his head rose up quickly and turned his head towards the cabins. I looked in the same direction.

It was that girl again, but instead she was racing across the cabin area towards the Athena cabin. Uh oh, I thought. She's going after Annabeth. I hoped she were somewhere else besides her cabin. I capped Riptide and stuck it in my back pocket and started to run towards that little girl in a red dress.

"Stop!" yelled that guy from atop the bleachers. I could finally hear his voice, sounding like a regular twenty year old. He ran down the bleachers towards me. Plus I had a clear look at his face, except I couldn't really, only the shape because it was covered with a full face mask.

"Don't go after her," He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's not safe. She's...," he faltered while looking towards where I saw that little girl. I was waiting for an answer.

"Alma," he stated.

"Who's that?"

He pointed to where I saw the girl.

"What do you have a problem with her for?"

"Stay," and he walked cautiously towards the Athena cabin. With my ADHD, I couldn't really stand still so I impatiently tapped my toe. He stopped to look past the cabin and hurriedly checked his armor like he was searching for something then sighed. But then he looked in the same direction and flinched like he saw something. I was curious to see what he was looking at, but I was told to stay in this spot. Hearing an innocent giggle, the guy in tan body armor quickly looked everywhere. He accidently hit the side of the Athena cabin, loud enough for even me to here.

A chill came up my spine when a man's voice seemed to be whispering in my ear, There's something in the water. I checked my surroundings, trying to see where that voice came from. The guy by Athena's cabin slumped down and huddled his nears near his chest. I decided to come over.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He still didn't say anything. I waited.

"Did you hear anything?"

"When?" he finally said.

"Before I came over,"

"There's something in the water,"

I gave a slight gasp, a sound that soft couldn't possibly travel that far. It would be impossible to hear. See? I listen in science class.... sometimes.

"Who was that girl again?"

He looked at me, then back down, "Alma,"

"Alma who?"

Hesitated for a minute, he said, "Wade,"

"Why do you wear a mask?" My ADHD got the best of me. Darn it.

"You don't want to know,"

"Goggles?"

"Same reason,"

I really wanted to know this guy, why he kept me from going after that girl that he called Alma Wade. Still, those innocent laughs I hear in my mind creep me out.

"Why didn't you want me to go after her?"

"She's evil,"

"How?"

"Tried to kill me,"

How can a little girl kill somebody? Then I remembered his conversation with Chiron. Psychic powers aren't real unless the person belongs to a Greek god.

"Who are her parents?"

He shrugged.

"How can't you know her parents when you know her name?"

He was probably thinking that I was getting annoying but it didn't seem to bother him, and I was really curious. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

"I'm the first prototype,"

"Meaning?"

"First son,"

I frowned. How can she have a baby when she's just a little girl?

"She had me when she was fifteen," he said, "and my brother at sixteen,"

"Who's your brother?"

"Fettel,"

He really likes being vague. Maybe it's his hobby. Plus that's way too young to have kids.

"What happen-,"

He cut me off, "Now it's time for me to ask the questions,"

"Okay..."

"How did your sword turn into a pen?"

"You can see a sword?" I heard about some mortals seeing clearly through the Mist, for example: Rachel Dare, the red-headed nightmare.

He nodded, "Show me,"

Reluctantly, I pulled Riptide out of my back pocket and uncapped it. He didn't flinch or anything like normal mortals would, "All you do is take off the cap." And then I showed him how to change it back into a pen, then I slipped it back into my pocket.

"Can't write with it?" he asked.

"No, and its name is Anaklusmos, but I call it Riptide,"

He nodded like it was the most fascinating thing he ever saw. Hah! Gotch'ya! Still have a bit of sarcasm! Annabeth suddenly shut the door of the Athena cabin which kind of made me jump. I was really glad to see her for the first time in months. She never bothered to Iris me, and I really needed to know why.

She saw me, "Hey Percy. Who's this?"

I looked at the man; I still hadn't caught his name yet.

"Point Man," he said. I never heard of a guy named Point Man.

"I just now met him," I stated.

"I can see that," she said. "Do you have any swordsmanship?"

Point Man shook his head.

"Well what are you good at?" I almost thought it was a rude question, but I got over it.

"Heckler & Koch MP5,"

"Isn't that some type of gun?" I asked.

He nodded. I was thinking that he was in the army.

"Who do you serve?" Annabeth asked.

"FEAR and SFOD-D,"

"You serve fear... as in the feeling?" I asked.

"First Encounter Assault Recon and Special Force Operation Detachment Delta,"

"Oh... well, I got to go to arts and crafts. See you at dinner, Percy."

"You too, Wise Girl," She walked out of the cabin area.

When she turned the corner, Point Man asked, "So, what's life here?"

"At Camp Half-Blood?"

He nodded and I explained how everything was and how things worked around here. It's been some time since I actually talked about my crazy life to a mortal, and I was waiting to see if he would bust out laughing when I was describing how I see naiads underneath the surface of the lake. But he stayed cool and very serious. Once I was done, I introduced him to me when the conch bell sounded for dinner, I didn't realize how late it was.

"Well," I hauled myself up and looked behind me to see that Point Man wasn't sitting down. He was nowhere, but eventually I saw him already walking to the pavilion. I guess Chiron mentioned to him about schedules. Some of the cabins were filing out behind me when out of the corner of my eye, I saw that creepy little girl named Alma. She was in the shadows, but her dress stood out from the rest.

Hurt them... she whispered. When I blinked, she was no where in sight. I was thinking that I was having hallucinations now.


(A/N: Sorry if I'm bombarding the characters with questions. By the way, do you think Point Man is OOC or stay with the personality of Master Chief from Halo?)