I have no clue how I got home. I had a feeling that someone was watching me. That someone was Mr. Jackson. You may ask how I assumed it was Jackson. Well the thing is…I got an invitation to one of Jackson's famous parties.

I remember opening the door and shocked to see two men in white suits, one carrying a covered platter and the other knocking the door.

The boy who knocked was tall, handsome young man, with short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic with a muscular build, and a mischievous look. He looked like he was in college. The only thing un- attractive on the boy was the thick, deep pale scar that ran from the bottom of his eye down to his chin.

The other guy was a huge African-American "dude" with a permanent scowl, muscles like a pro ballplayer, and hands 'like catcher's mitts' which were calloused. The guy could have been somebodies shining knight because he looked like he could make monsters cry for their mommies.

The black boy opened the platter and there was a small folded piece of paper. I picked it up and opened it.

Dear Mr. Di Angelo

The honor would be entirely mine, if you could attend to my small party.

Yours Sincerely,

P. Jackson

I believe that on the first night I went to Jackson's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited—they simply came. They got into automobiles and somehow they would end up at Jackson's door. You would see people from all aspects of life from movie stars to gamblers and athletes. I saw my boss losing at the poker table. Commissioners and mafia leaders exchanging numbers, talking about their plans for the week. Governors flirting with Broadway stars and Golden heiress would take a quick swim in the oval swimming pool with the High school Delinquents.

Through the night I went to ask waiters and party-goers if they knew a Percy Jackson.

"Sorry sir. I never actually meet him," the African-American kid said, "You should relax sir. Have a drink."

Alone and a little embarrassed, I decided to get roaring drunk.

I walked around the party and looked at the bizarre house. It looked as if it was the exact copy of the Parthenon. All throughout the unique house where statues of Greek gods and goddess posing. One was a statue of the goddess of love looking to the right. She was naked, a beautiful life size representation of the nude female form. Aphrodite is discarding her drapery in her left hand, while modestly shielding herself with her right hand.

But the person who was right under the statue is the person who caught my attention.

"Piper? Is that you?"

Piper turned around and she smiled, "Nico. It's quite a surprise to see you here."

I chuckled, "Told you I live just next door. This place is like an amusement park."

I offered my arm, "Were you invited?"

"No one is invited to Jackson's."

"Well I was and it seems like I'm the only one."

Piper raised an eyebrow. She grabbed a glass of bubbling champagne and took a giant gulp. She insisted that we walk around the pool and talk to some of her acquaintances. They were quite the odd bunch. There were two brothers who were twins. They looked a bit like the scar fellow but they seemed younger and more dangerous, like you can't leave your wallet unintended. There was a beautiful girl with blond hair that she wore up into two pigtails; however, she had quite unruly teeth.

"So Nico," one of the twins (Travis?) questioned, "Piper told us you got an invitation from the man himself."

"I mean I never actually got to see his face. His servants came over and gave it to me."

Travis nodded his head and took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Good thing you didn't meet him."

"Why?"

The other twin (Connor?) looked around before taking the cigarette from his brother's hand, "He's a German spy."

"No,no, no," his brother jumped in, " He's the Kaiser's assassin."

The girl (Lucy) whispered in my ear, "I heard he killed a man once."

I looked over at Piper, waiting for her suggestion. All she did though was grab another drink. She mumbled lowly, "He's certainly richer than the gods." Piper drank the rest of the drink and she pulled me away from the arms of Lucy. She wanted to look for the mysterious man.

"I want to see this awful man who kept a man like you waiting."

We went upstairs and when we finally made it to the top, Piper made a sudden dash.

"Oh come chase me you slowpoke."

I sighed and chased after. It was like we were little kids, running around, not aware of the big things but the little. Piper dashed past to the opposite side of the hall towards a room with double doors. I ran after her. She turned around and squealed when I leaped and landed on her, slamming her to the doors. The doors however where not closed and we fell inside.

Piper started to dance around the spacious room, "But you have been mistaken, for I am Mr. Jackson," she turned on a lamp in the corner and pranced to the other.

A loud booming voice seemed to appear out of thin air, "You won't meet him here."

We looked (realizing this is a library) up and saw man in wheel chair. He was middle age man with brown hair. He had a girl with red hair perched on the arm of his chair.

"Ella pass me that book please."

Piper folded her arms and glared daggers at the crippled man, "And why not?"

The man turned around and looked at us, "This house and everything in it, are all part of an elaborate disguise. But Mr. Jackson doesn't exist."

Piper crossed her arms, "Lies. I've meet him."

"Which one; the Prince, the Spy, the Murderer? I've been wandering his halls for about a week now -but no matter where I look, I can't find anyone who knows anything real about Mr. Jackson."

The red head girl nods her head and gives the wheelchair man the book.

I looked at the man confused, "But if that's true; what's all this for...?"

"That, my dear fellow," The Wheelchair man opens his book, "is the question."

Piper and I went back to the party. She asked me if I was disappointed and I told not the slightest. Travis and Connor found us and stole Piper away from me.

"Save me a dance Nico dear," she smiled and walked away.

"Ladies and gentleman, make your way down to the pool and to see Will Solace's premiere of When Titans Ruled the World, and accompanying fireworks by Jake Mason."

The crowd erupted in cheer. Everyone, including I, walked down to the pool side. I accidently bumped into a young fellow who was just standing in one spot.

"My apologizes."

"No I'm quite sorry old sport," The man looked at me. He raised a questioning eyebrow and pointed a finger, "Your face is familiar. Weren't you in the Third Division during the war?"

"Yes in the Ninth Battalion."

The man looked very tan with the darkest color hair I have ever seen. His eyes were another story. It was as if I was drowning in the deep deep ocean. His smile seemed to brighten the room, even if his two front teeth were slightly turned in.

"I was in the Seventh. I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. Having a good time, old sport?"

"The whole thing's incredible – I live next door," I take the invitation out of my pocket, "He even sent me an invitation, but I still haven't met Mr. Jackson, no one's met him; they say he's third cousin to the Kaiser and second cousin to the devil!"

The man grabs a champagne glass and hands it to me. He scrunches his eyebrows when he says, "I'm afraid I'm not a very good host, old sport."

He turned right the fireworks started and he smiled at me, "I'm Jackson."

His smile was one of those rare smiles that you may come across four or five times in life. It seemed to understand you and believe in you just as you would like to be understood and believed in.

"Oh. I'm very sorry. I've had so much to drink."

Mr. Jackson chuckled, "It's quite alright Mr. di Angelo."

"Please call me Nico. Mr. di Angelo is my father's name, "I smiled and gave him a hand.

He looked down at my hand and he gave me his, "Then call me Percy. I have a boat out on the beach. I was wondering if you would-"

"What time?"

"Anytime that suits you."

I nodded, "Just knock on the door whenever tomorrow."

The man with the scarred face comes up behind Percy and whispered, "Chicago is on the line sir."

"Oh alright," Percy sighs at the man, "Nico I want to see you before the party's over."

I waited and waited for Percy to return but at least he didn't come. I shrugged and walked back to my little shack house and sat at my bed that looked out to the beach. The phone rang.

"I'm sorry that I missed you today at the party, Nico."

"Oh it's okay. You are a busy man."

"That still doesn't explain my horrible behavior. How about this, I will give you a gift as my apology."

"Um…"

The line went dead.

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Thanks again for the support and stuff. Sorry for the delay. I kinda been stuck on this one chapter but the rest should be easy. If you haven't noticed yet, I have changed some of the stuff in the story and I that is what I want. So please if you don't like the direction I'm taking this story, don't read.