A/N: I've been updating daily. I'm wondering how long this story will be. Probably very long.

Chapter 11: Tom's Revenge

Tom's POV

I was sick of Percy Jackson. He was so annoying. I could tell that Annabeth and Octavian were too.

"Guys," I called out.

"What?" Asked Octavian, obviously irritated.

"I need you to do something with me. To destroy Perseus Jackson, son of Chaos." I replied, sadistically. (GASP! HE ADMITS HE'S SADISTIC!:)

"Alright. I have a plan…" Annabeth started. It is time for my vendetta. MY revenge. For all they did to me. My mother… I will destroy the Gods.

Annabeth's POV

Now that Percy's back, he might know I'm not the nice person I always act like! Behind my awesome, fancy veneer, is an even better person. The one who is a lot better than everyone. I can't wait for Percy's face when he finds out about this.

Percy's POV

So… A plan to destroy me once and for all, eh? Why did I even love Annabeth… She's just a power-hungry maniac with no life. The bit**. I listened silently, invisibly, as Annabeth explain the plan. Boy, has she fallen low. Or was she always that and even the Gods were tricked? Everyone still thought I was the person that wanted to flood Camp Jupiter. I would NEVER do that! Well, on purpose, anyway. Annabeth was cruel, and yet they, even the Gods, believed their lies. The only person who knows the whole truth is my mother/father, Chaos…

Octavian's POV

It was time to act.

"Hey, Percy!" I yelled.

"Yes? And just to tell you, do not call me that!" he replied.

"I challenge you. To a duel. The Arena. Now." I said, and, inwardly, smirked. The end of Epsilon, or Percy Jackson, son of Chaos, was near.

"I accept." He replied. This was going to be great. Payback's a bit**.

We walked to the arena, side-by-side. All the campers and Gods followed. They all filled into the arena, with me and Percy in the middle of it. As soon as the match started, I fought like a maniac. However, I could hold the 'great' Perseus Jackson, Epsilon and son of Chaos, off. Annabeth went in, secretly, invisibly. I kept him busy. Just when Annabeth was about to stab him, Epsilon pulled her hat off.

Epsilon/Alpha/Percy's POV

When I pulled her hat off, Annabeth's face was priceless. Shocked, angry and surprised. Then Tom came down and they all fought me together. By now the Olympians had had enough of this.

"Stop! Stop! Three against one is unfair!" Artemis yelled. I was indifferent, for it does not balance the scales. For them, not me. The other Olympians also each shouted their own protests. Ares, however, was grinning like crazy, repeatedly chanting 'Fight, Fight!' towards us. The Campers, though, were astounded that I was holding all three of them off. They started shouting something entirely different.

"How dare you attack Tom, Octavian and Annabeth?" One shouted.

"Shut up." I yelled, still fighting. They did.

The fight had led me outside the arena. I was holding my own easily, but backing away, because I knew their plan. The crowd followed. Chaos was standing outside, watching. The threesome smirked. They continued 'fighting' me off, and just when I was about to hurt my mom/dad, I went on the attack. The three looked surprised. I was charging at them. Then I started firing Chaos Plasma. This time, I made it huge. Before I was about to throw it, Chaos said, "Wait, Epsilon, stop." I stopped at her command. "Don't you think that is enough? I think they've already learned their lesson." I nodded, agreeing, and knocked them unconscious.

"As you can see, Campers, and Gods, These three were trying to kill Percy and me." Chaos said.

"They are nothing but ego-filled, sadistic, prideful, power-hungry brats like you," I continued. The Gods were about to protest, but they realized that I was right. They submitted, and apologized to me. However, I just walked up. I will never forgive them. I was shunned, and, even though Octavian, Annabeth and Tom were the most responsible, the Gods still were at a fault. Especially my ex-father, Poseidon.

As I walked back to Chaos's Cabin, all the elites arrived. They were on a special mission, though: to scout the enemy forces.

"Hey Percy, how goes it?" Luke asked me. I growled.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLT YOU, DON'T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" I yelled, furious.

Just then, Chaos walked in.

"Percy," she said, "I need to talk to you."

A/N: Exactly two pages? Next update: TWO DAYS if long (1400 words), ONE DAY if short.