A/N: Sorry for the late update guys...ok, that's an understatement. I just kept on not having enough time, school is getting intense, and I'm suffering from a serious lack of sleep. I was sick for a couple of weeks, too. Whatever. Just enjoy! By the way, a lot of this chapter might just be training and that sorta thing.

Two months later

It hurt.

That was the first thing that struck the teenage boy. The boy was a good looking teen of about 16, and he had green eyes and raven black hair. He slammed into the wall, the clang reverberating through the laboratory. He looked up at the lumbering hulk of a man, his five fists swinging. One picked up a AH-95, and laser fire erupted from its barrel, each hitting its mark. Smoke rose from his stomach, and his eyes rolled back in his head. The spectators, a grey-haired middle-aged man in a pinstriped suit, and a beautiful teenage girl in a black dress, watched on. The man's eyes showed disappointment, and he was just about to call the five-handed mutant off when-

The boy's eyes opened again.

Except this time, they were a ghastly green. His eyes glowed with energy, and he stood up. His wound had disappeared. The man's eyes widened, his fists clenching and turning white, gripping the metal rails. Five-handed looked back, and saw the green-eyed boy rising. He fired off a few rounds, but the projectiles stopped in mid-air, and then they slammed into the five-handed mutant.

The boy looked up at the grey-haired man, and said one word:

"Father."

"Aagh!" Percy screamed, sitting straight up on the bed. His fists clenched the sheets, and beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead. Percy sat there, panting, and just for a moment his eyes lit up like a lightbulb. His strong hands ripped through the thick sheets, and Percy sat there, paralyzed with horror. His face was one of terror, and the teen took a moment to recover before falling back into a light sleep.

NEXT DAY

"OK, listen up, juniors!" A woman known as "Crusoe" to the new ones barked. They said that she had travelled around the world before and slain thousands of TITAN soldiers. Rumor was it that even Annabeth was afraid of her.

"Today we have brought you here to test you." She paced the room. "We have prepared for you a simulator in which you shall enter as a team. We will prepare for you a situation in which you must deal with effectively." Crusoe paused. "Jack, hand out the weapons."

Jack, another teen in the survivors who could be described as Crusoe's right hand man, stood forth, hands holding a collection of guns, laser swords and knives, and other weapons, held them out to the teens. Percy just grabbed a used Nullifier pistol, before standing back into the line.

"Attention!" Crusoe barked again. "Go in through that door!"

The newest recruits, around seventeen in all, filed in through the door. As soon as they went through the door, it locked behind them and they found themselves in a large room, before a simulation started.

The environment changed into a dark, run down building, with shattered windows and a strange smell. The boundaries of the room changed, so it was actually like they were in the building.

The recruits set down to exploring, but the first, one called Liam, was hardly to the stairs when suddenly a part of the wall burst open, debris shooting through the air. Two mechanical automatons jumped in, and attached to their arms were UZIs. They used their hindlegs to propel themselves forward, leaping seven meters forward in a single jump, guns blazing. Some recruits panicked instantly, jumping back, hiding, shooting or attacking with their weapons.

But not Percy. He took cover in a small office room, hiding under the table with his pistol loaded. He waited until the things jumped past, chasing after the recruits, before he revealed himself and shot them on their weak spots.

But before he could congratulate himself, three TITAN infantry jumped out of the stairwell, and fired at him. The teen dodged nimbly, before activating his sword and slicing their heads off.

By now, the recruits had noticed what Percy had done, and began to gain confidence. The braver ones came out of their hiding places, and walked over to Percy.

A boy called Newton said:"Anything we can do?"

"Take two men and go down the stairs. Take the stairwells." Percy commanded. Newton scurried off to do as commanded.

Another soldier charged at Percy, and threw a few fists at him but was easily blocked before the teen flipped him over, smashing him unconscious on the ground. He took up a stance, sword in one hand, gun in the other.

A/N: I know its a weird spot to end the story, but I really am out of time. Sorry if this chapter was sorta sloppy.