Disclaimer: Eu nao escrevi Percy Jackson and the Olympians, foi Rick Riordan. (No one told me I couldn't write the disclaimer in Portuguese!)

Percy's POV

I saw two people, or shall I say things, come around the corner moving quickly and silently. I could only make out their silhouette's and at first I couldn't tell but eventually I noticed that neither were human. My muscles tensed and I narrowed my eyes trying to calculate their distance. I was planning to brain anyone who was unlucky enough to come by but I only had one good arm so I couldn't take on both at the same time. I had counted on the fact that this place was too big to scout out together, and was hoping that they would be traveling alone but I decided not to be picky. I opened my left hand as wide as I could and presses my face against top of the machine hoping that the shadows concealed me well enough. Then one of the two spoke as they came closer.

"You sure he's around here?" I couldn't tell which one spoke but his voice was rough. Then an equally rough voice answered.

"Yeah. This isn't an ordinary halfblood, he's extra…"The monster said struggling to find the right word, "powerful" the monster concluded.

I had forgotten that the monsters would be able to sniff me out and at that moment I was pretty sure the miscalculation would mean my death. Anyhow, the monsters were almost in my jumping range.

"Are you sure that you don't mean 'extra tasty'?" one of the monsters commented to the other. They laughed at their stupid joke as I lay disgusted on top of a rusty machine, imagining their deaths as they thought about eating me.

"I've never eaten a-" the monster stated but never got to finish. I jumped off the machine and came down hard catching his head with my left hand using the momentum of the fall and my own strength trying to smash the dam monster's face inward. His face hit a machine that was opposite to the one I was just on. The sudden movement took its toll on my dislocated right arm sending waves of pain through me as my arm freely lashed around. Despite the pain I had enough composure to think, "eat rusty metal you piece of sh*t!" The monster slid to the floor completely limp but didn't disintegrate. I turned around just in time for a kick to connect with my face and send me tumbling backwards into a stacked pile of canned food.

I felt blood rush out of my nose that I was sure to be broken. I rolled over holding my face with my left arm trying not to put pressure on my broken right arm, which was limp at my sided, and look for any make-shift weapon at the same time. I saw a faint light between all the chaos and no it didn't come down from the sky, nor did appear as a tunnel, it was something small and shiny. I grabbed at the light, and came back with a beautiful bronze ring, even though I am not a really a fan of jewelry and accessories, this ring was so intriguing it was almost seemed hypnotic. The glowing started getting stronger until three small holographic images circled above my hand.

The monster looked his unconscious monster friend up and down, before he unsheathed his wickedly sharp bronze sword. He let out a really deep roar which was quite nerve-wrecking and then charged.

He came strait at me and raised his sword. I waited last minute to roll to the side where there were a few cans, so it ended up being quite painful. His sword bounced off the floor and he swung again. I dodged and kicked him with what was left of my strength pushing him back and giving myself enough time to stand up. Instead of running I looked at the ring in my hand and the newly formed holographic images. When my vision came back into enough focus, I saw what the holograms really were. They were weapons: one was a long sword, probably pretty long. The second was a spear, I couldn't make out to much detail but it looked insanely sharp. The third hologram was actually two crisscrossed short swords. I had no idea where the ring came from or what exactly the holograms meant, but just then the monster came close enough to me swung his sword. I jumped back just in time to miss being cut and in one last desperate act I searched for the one thing that I really needed. My eyes moved ridiculously fast up, down, left, right while my mind repeated one word over and over again weapon. Unexpectedly the ring responded to my mental plea, and became heavier in my hand; I looked down and saw a three foot long sword in my hand.

The sword was a glowing bronze, was insanely sharp and had a Greek inscription carved on the blade. Anaklusmos, Riptide I translated, it was perfectly balanced.

"What the f-" I started but didn't finish. The monster swung at me and I awkwardly met his swing with what I like to think of as my new best friend (a.k.a the sword). The monster's swing was strong, in fact so strong I almost lost my grip on the sword. He swung at me twice more holding his sword with two hands and I met his both of his strikes with one. My right arm was still limp at my side and the pain it caused me when it moved filled my vision with random black spots. I knew I couldn't keep up with the monsters pace for long so swiped at the monsters face trying to get a luck hit. My swing was awkward and my movements inconsistent while the monster blocked easily and moved accordingly; his every move was trained, everything soldier style.

I swung at the monster once more and he met my sword with his. Sparks illuminated the room for a split second. I turned and struck at his face. He deflected again but was slowing down. I kept pushing harder; using moves I didn't remember learning. Then his sword hit my hilt, I knew it was a rare possibility, so I twisted my sword and sent his weapon flying across the room. He stumble back in disbelief, I took the opportunity and jumped onto the rolling table. As soon as I was on the table I jumped down using the extra momentum from the fall to strengthen my slice. I cut strait the hand he raised in defense and halfway through his neck. He disintegrated slowly, his body turning to ash and blowing away even though there was no wind inside the building. The clatter of his armor and sword echoed into the darkness.

I stood there in disbelief still unable to make sense of the event. I looked at the sword in my hand just… thinking. The dead monster's partner shifted position and moaned, reminding me that he was there. I walked over and stared down at him and then his eyes opened slightly. He looked me up and down, at my sword, and then at the armor behind me.

"Do it" he croaked. He closed his eyes acknowledging his loss. I raised my sword. My breathing got heavier and my stomach started feeling cold and uneasy. My stomach protested but I raised my sword.

"Well, we all die some day" I concluded and brought down the sword into his neck, 'just some sooner than others', I finished in my head. Up until that day I have never killed any rational being before in cold blood, like now, or in defense. Unfortunately my stomach had its way and I ended hurling digested peaches and stomach acid. 'They dissevered it' I convinced myself before getting up and wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

I had gleaming bronze sword in my hand, dried blood all over my body, and a broken arm but was feeling restless on my second adrenaline high that day, so I quickly set off around the corner to launch my second ambush.

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Adrenaline coursed through my body, blood dribbled off my chin and my mind was on the edge of an involuntary shutdown. Of course the eventful day had taken its toll on me physically; injuries, blood loss and having my sense working overtime when I should be laying down patched up and unconscious, but the day had affected me in an even more serious way: it had affected me psychologically. Everything up until now had been confusing and by now it has been more than just a few hours of endless shock and fear. I had killed today four times today, nearly died at least 8, and every time I rounded a freaking corner I had to mentally deal with possibility I could run into my murder. If that wasn't enough I saw my own mom get maimed by some freak girl who could walk on the ceiling of old libraries. To say that the day had freaked me beyond belief would be a serious understatement, and now mental collapse was just another threat on the very long list I already had. Who knows I may already be crazy but unfortunately I was sure this the day's events were not a dream; the pain coming from each movement I made spoke for itself: this was reality.

I wish I could say I was feeling strong and brave, but by now it's obvious I was not. Emphasis on the not. I was beyond scared, considering that the royal army's monsters were in my house, and were acting somewhat hostile. Well, let's say my luck would still drop to explosively low levels I just didn't know it yet.

The fact that the machinery room now reeked natural gas wasn't helping me concentrate, I gripped my sword tightly and carefully stepped over a few fallen cans. My objective was the kitchen but I ended up just about everywhere else. So much for playing their game in my territory equals an advantage. After a bit of pointless wandering something finally happened, and no, that is not good. My heart never beat faster, because standing in front of me was the one chick I could kill. The girl with, beautiful dark black hair, pretty dark eyes, a slender body, and equally beautiful silver hunting knives, which I suspected to be stained with my moms blood. Our encounter was far from formal, so there is no better way to say this: I ran into her... seriously, like I t-boned her at 10mph.

The whole incident happened because I heard something knock over somewhere behind me, so I ran. There's nothing you can say to make fun of me, because you would have done the same thing, but it was because of the fact that I was running away from the enemy that I ran into my enemy, literarily… I guess that's what you call the height of irony.

Our collision could only be described as sad, I mean I didn't even have time to brace myself and it's a miracle I didn't get stabbed… I mean not only were there the two knives she was carrying but I could have very well stabbed myself with the very dangerous sword in my hand. After the collision I thought about asking if she was okay but the fall probably hurt me more than it did her since I made the mistake of putting pressure on my right arm.

The pain brought me back in full alert long before her, and I was already swinging my sword at her before she had even sat up. Despite her shock she was superhuman sort of agile blocking my swing with her knife quickly and successfully maimed me around my shin before I could do anything to protect myself.

We backed away from each other in union, me in pain and her in her normal calculating attitude. Needless to say she was up before me, and with each passing second one thing became clear, I seriously hate to say this, but I was going to die. The show was clearly reaching its end; before me was a shady chick with serious skill standing ready to kill, while I was struggling to even stand up; it took me 4 times longer than usual to get up, since this time not only had I been deprived of my right arm, but my left shin had a really ugly gash that was oozing blood and also caused excruciating pain every time I applied the slightest amount of pressure to it.

My body was already going cold by the time she spoke to me.

"Turn yourself over. Serve us" the girl said with a hint of pity in her voice, "it's the only chance you've got."

She waited for my answer and for a split second I picked out another emotion in her voice that didn't belong given the circumstances: concern.

I was too busy swallowing the blood that kept appearing in my mouth, to bother verbally responding, since each drop of my blood was necessary to my body considering how much I had already lost, so I remembered something that someone had once taught me and my sister. That someone was a guy named Paul Blofis and he used to live with me, my sister, Grover, and my mom, he was super cool and yes he is also dead.

One day in an old city apartment where we were living at the time he showed me and my sister a gesture that he deemed provocative. I was 7 or 8 at the time so I eventually showed my mom and consequently she chewed me, Paul, and my sister out, telling us never use the gesture. I didn't exactly know what it meant but if it was provocative enough to get that reaction out of my mom there was no better situation to use it than now.

I didn't intend to join the titans since every bad thing that had ever, ever happened to me could be some how related to them; all the deaths, all the fear and constant running had been because of them. My decision had been made, so accordingly I tucked the sword underneath my right arm lifted my left hand towards the girl and raise my middle finger.

I saw her smirk and glare at me simultaneously before she charged two silver knives ready to cut me up. It was one of those common kill or be killed situations that had happened to many time in the day for my taste. My mom's life was resting on my every move and at that moment I had absolutely no plan, luck or skill to guarantee her survival and much less mine.

I remembered a useful piece of information just as the girl jumped up on a table then off in my direction. I remembered the holograms I saw appear above the ring a while ago. The sword I was holding looked identical to the single holographic sword that appeared around the ring. While trying to put 2 and 2 together a not so comforting idea popped up in my mind.

I decided to gamble my past, present and future on a hunch, when I didn't turn around to run and scream a really unmanly scream. While the girl came towards me in what seemed like slow motion, falling in my direction with knives ready to create unnatural holes in my face, I mentally repeated the word "spear" over and over again until the sword in my hand physically changed into… yes, you guessed: a spear.

I held my breath and then trusted it out in front of me just as she impaled herself into it. The girl screamed in agony and fell to her knees with a spear that wasn't there before in her stomach.

"Yay" escaped my mouth before I knew it, but my short-lived reason to celebrate was completely pushed aside when I saw what was coming out of her wound; golden blood. Golden blood was flushing from the wound! That was probably one of biggest what the H moments of my life and unfortunately I realized what this meant. She had said it all earlier, join us I remembered, it finally hit me this girl was a titan.

She let out a scream as I tore the spear from her body. The spear shrunk into a small piece of metal that ran across my palm and snaked around my hand until it reformed into a ring around my index finger. I decided to leave her there in pain since I knew there was no way to kill her and limped on towards my old objective: my mom.

More grime accumulated around my face as I pushed on, and now there was a lot of golden blood on my jeans. My shirt now stuck to my back, and beads of sweat mixed with more of my blood dropped from my chin. As I rounded the corner I caught one last glimpse of the girl/titan; she lay on her side in a pool of her own golden blood gapping for air and looking up at me exhausted, in what looked like excruciating pain. I smirked at her and gave her a small salute in order to make the situation as humiliating as possible for her. I didn't wait to see her expression and walked around another corner expecting to see the remaining enemies.

I saw a light turn on in the distance. "Mom" I thought and took off after the light. I rounder a corner of machinery mixed with piles of canned food and saw light that wasn't to far away. After all the time I had spent in the darkness the little bit of light was already blinding, I had to hold my hand in front of my face. I started to walk after it. My limp sped up though I remained unable to run. I came out into an open space that ran across the wall of the in front of the kitchen.

"Mom!" I bellowed, "MOM! Are you in there?"

My hand was inch from the doorway when something really big and heavy rammed me from the right. All the bones in my right foot up to my right shoulder must have broken, though I suppose it okay since a few of them were broken anyway. I was hit by a charging bull and it wasn't fun, I seriously don't recommend the experience to anyone, it doesn't make a good prank either so stop thinking about trying. I flew across the room spewing blood from my mouth. I crashed into a stack of cans that must have broken the remaining 20% of my bones. The pain was just too much, to the point where I could no longer register any of the pain; my vision was fading quickly and I guessed that I probably had another 10 seconds before I went to the after life. As it turned out I would have definitely preferred to have not seen those 10 seconds.

My head turned in the direction of the light and I soon saw the bull; it was brown, larger than normal and it was definitely floating until it shape shifted back into the blonde haired dude I had seen before.

I heard my mom scream and the man laugh, but soon both their voices turned from distant to nonexistent. I saw the mouths of both my mom and the titan move but couldn't hear them. My mom was all teary eyed, I wanted to get up and comfort her since to me it was really painful to se her cry but trying to get my body to move was like trying to go back in time; something I had tried before and would soon try again but I knew it was simply impossible.

Before I knew it tears were running down my cheek, as I looked at my mom's desperate situation. I am still not sure if I was crying because of the physical pain I could no longer feel or because of the overwhelming fear that pierced every part of my broken body. It was fear of death, but not of mine, I feared my mom's death. She was the last of my family; me and her were survivors, we always had been and to see this was to much. Right then she turned and looked in my direction. Our eyes met and I made out the unmistakable sadness in her eyes. She turned away from me and took something out of her pocket, her back was turned to me and she was saying something I couldn't hear at the titan while her hands moved on their own accord. I made out the match and match box long before she struck it. The only other of my senses that was working beside my sight was my sense of smell. I had figured out her plan for a while, and I was desperately hoping it wouldn't come to this but since I failed to do anything she had to set thing right on her own and now the only way was burn everything, the wood, the people, the air, and specifically the gas. Due to my failure the match was lit along with everything and everyone.

The explosion was huge, a monstrosity of an explosion. The machines in the building must have had some explosive chemicals in them. The last thing I remember was rising with the flames, a smoking body (no pun intended), with tears in my eyes falling towards the ocean. 'Suicide' I thought as I fell towards the greyish blue ocean never expecting to wake up again. I was a goner, and it wasn't up for debate.

(PERCY NOTE: I did all that sh*t before I ate a proper breakfast)