Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson - an amazing person called Rick Riordan does.

The Kelsey idea was given to me by bigmike589

Sorry for not updating last weekend - turned out I had a tennis fixture which took up the whole of Sunday and then Saturday was full of revision for my exams - first one is on Monday, and ... yeah. I'll try and update during this week but I probably won't be able to. This half-term will be a lot of revision but I'll try and fit in some writing as well (aiming for around five chapters this half-term) then I won't update until around two weeks after half term as I have loads of exams but then I have nothing so I'll hopefully update at least 10 chapters before September though I'm aiming to maybe finish the story!

Enjoy:

"Please... Please don't get any closer..." A familiar voice cried out, "Help me someone help me!" The voice screamed out, "My mistress, Lady Artemis will kill you." Percy gasped - it was a hunter.

"Unfortunately your mistress is busy, and she'll never hear of this - unless you want this to become a regular occurrence." A deep male voice taunted,

"Don't get any closer please." The voice was angry but very nervous which the captor took obviously took advantage.

"How do I do anything without being closer." The voice teased.

"Don't you dare get any closer or I will castrate you then kill you then bring you back alive so I can do it all again." The female voice yelled getting back some confidence for a few seconds, but when the girl responded this time Percy suddenly remembered something, "Kelsey." He whispered, his sea-green eyes wide wide with astonishment. His tormentor, his abuser, and now the tormented. He turned his back and took a few paces away from the scene. Around five metres away from where he was originally standing he stopped. He sighed deeply and turned around, guilt present in his face. He went and crouched behind the tree, he got out a bow and notched an arrow before peeping out from his hiding spot. Three male campers were with Kelsey. Two were holding her down while the other - the obvious ringleader - was standing around taunting her about how she would fall from the grace of the maiden goddess, by no longer being a maiden. Percy scowled, if there was one thing he learned from the Gabe situation, it was how he hated how people took advantage of others. The hunters got it wrong when they said that the only people constantly in the wrong were males, (though they had become more lenient towards the opposite gender - well some of them) the hunters didn't realise that females could be and have been just as bad as males, that was their main flaw. Percy held the bow up, the arrow gently brushing his face, he pulled back his right hand until it reached past the ear, he quickly released the string, piercing the ringleaders male parts, causing Percy to wince even though we was the perpetrator. The ringleader let out a blood curdling scream as his genitals were cut in to, but his screams were drowned out by the anguished shouts of his companions as they now both shared matching dilemmas. Percy pulled his black hood over his face, shielding it from the possible sight of the three wounded campers. He quickly ran over to Kelsey and gave her a hand up, immediately shushing her as she recognised him. The duo quickly ran back to the empty Artemis cabin (the other hunters were out smashing Apollo's best in archery). They stood in the cabin in an awkward silence. The tormentor, became the tormented, then saved by the one she tormented. Percy gave out a deep sigh at the silence then proceeded to make his way out of the cabin. Just as he reached his hand out and had placed it on the door knob, Kelsey whispered two words, nearly inaudible to ears other than Percy's enhanced via the half blessing of Artemis, "I'm sorry." Kelsey sat on the bed crying silently, her body shaking as she realised how near she'd come to losing her maidenhood. Percy, in a passing moment of compassion walked, slowly and hesitantly over to her. He cautiously put an arm over her shoulder in an attempt to comfort the broken hunter. He let out a small relieved smile which quickly faded into a casual non emotion showing look. Kelsey wiped away her tears and fragilely stood, "I'm so sorry." She mumbled,

"It's ok," Percy hushed awkwardly, trying his best in the new, uncomfortable situation. Kelsey sat back down, "Thank you Perseus." Percy nodded, his face red, "Anyone would have." He embarrassedly stated, walking out of the door leaving a crying, distraught, guilt-ridden hunter. He glanced a remorseful look back at her, feeling slightly guilty but knowing inside it wasn't his fault.

When Percy was out of the cabin he sat down next to one of the wolf statues, he rested his head in his hands and sat, thinking about the day he'd already had. "Woah mate, I don't recognise you so you must be know, but a little tip would be to not sit outside the Artemis cabin, gods do the hunters hate us men." A calm, friendly voice informed Percy, obviously not recognising him as the male of the hunt. The boy was of a big build. He was tanned and muscular and had grease stains on his shirt. His hair was a mess - a lot like Percy's was constantly - and his eyes were a dark brown with a fiery forge red hint. A son of Hephaestus if Percy guessed correctly

"Ah, thanks for the warning I guess, but I kind of live with the hunt." Percy told the boy whose eyes' widened in shock and disbelief.

"Oh." He stated dumbly. "Well then..." There was an awkward silence for a couple of minutes, "Are you any good with a bow?" Percy grinned at the boy's question and attempt to make conversation. Percy slung the bow off of his shoulder and quickly pierced a bulls eye of a target being used by an amateur archer around thirty five metres away from where the two were talking. The archer turned around in astonishment, looking for the suspect. His eyes darted around, not considering Percy as a potential suspect considering how far away he seemed. "Yep, I think your quite good with a bow!" The boy gasped, amazed at the younger boy's skill. "But are you any good with guns?" The boy asked with a smirk, assuming the hunters only really trained with the conventional ways, he led Percy to the shooting practice area, answering the question.

"Well, we've trained a bit with guns, but I prefer bows - easier and more effective." Percy told the boy, then, as they reached the practice area, he proceeded to demonstrate, casually shooting three arrows in one pull of the string, one hitting the lower parts, where it hurts the most, one impaling where the heart would be and the other penetrating the forehead of the body target, "Its a lot easier to do that with a gun then a bow, well I don't think its possible to shoot multiple bullets at the exact same time with a gun." Percy said to the boy, thinking carefully about the matter.

"Not at the exact same time with these guns, but it is easier to reload and shoot, you just pull the trigger." The boy stated confident that guns were better (maybe he was a bit annoyed at his lack of skill with a bow)

"Ok, lets have a contest," Percy began saying diplomatically, "I, with a bow, you with a gun, one minute the most times you hit the target, which gun are you going to use?" Percy asked,

"The Ruger LCP Pistol." The boy told Percy, eagerly awaiting the prospect of a competition - albeit an unfair competition but at least it would be one he'd win, guns are obviously better than bows in his esteemed opinion.

"Ok then, I've got a watch which will beep when the minute starts and beep when the minute ends. So get your stuff prepared and when your ready tell me and we'll start." A few minutes later the two were ready and in position. Percy had five arrows notched in his bow ready to fire and the boy, Charlie Beckendorf had his gun ready. Percy already liked the older boy, he seemed to be friendly and confident - but not cocky in any way, - he seemed like the kind of guy who'd risk his life for his friends and was very loyal. "Ok 3...2...1...GO!" Percy yelled excitedly, smiling slightly at the boy as they began firing arrows and bullets. By ten seconds they were starting to sweat, twenty gone and they'd already had to either reload so many times you couldn't count or have to use a new quiver of arrows, thirty and sweat was dripping down the sides of their face, forty and they were shaking slightly at the intensity. Fifty and the sweat could have filled a bucket and sixty they were on the floor, laughing, but secretly crying inside at how hot, and hurt they were. They staggered to their feet and shook their clammy hands. They slowly walked over to their targets, going with Beck's target. The target had a small number in it - part of the gift from Ares, so you'd know how many had, or would have hit the targets. A staggering 202 started making Percy worried. "You realise that's about three and a few a second. That's crazy man." Percy gushed in awe, Beckendorf sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Who are you? The best shooter in camp." Beck shook his head even though the statement was true. "Lets go over to yours," A blushing Beck beckoned Percy over to his target, his eyes wide as he looked at the score. "How the hell do you shoot five arrows a second, I get three with a gun, which is a lot easier to use, 314, gees mate do you have any down time."

"Not much, though when I had this competition with Harriet and Phoebe - my best friends in the hunt - and Phoebe got two hundred and ninety one and Harriet got two hundred and seventy four - I got two hundred and one but they are both like hundreds of years older than me." Beckendorf's eyebrows raised until surpassing his hair line as the sentence went on.

"Good match though man, I still think guns are better, your just bloody amazing with a bow." Beck said, it was now his time to gush.

"Yeah, you were pretty dam good with that gun. I hope I see you some time soon, the hunts leaving tomorrow morning, but next time we're here lets have another competition. Yeah?" Percy asked hopefully, and slightly sadly realising that he wouldn't see his new friend for around another two years - the hunters rarely came to the male infested hunt, for reasons like what nearly occurred involving Kelsey.

"Yeah." Beck nodded, "Hopefully I'll see you later mate." Beck hopefully said, realising that he'd made a friend in the nine year old. Beck walked off mumbling something about 'How the hell does a male become best friends with male-hating huntresses.'

Percy grinned at the disappearing form of his new friend, his stomach grumbled noisily causing him to blush, luckily no one was around but then the dinner bell sounded, almost as if in response to Percy's stomach. Percy jogged over to the Artemis' table, silently shaking with laughter as he saw three boys protectively covering their injured genitals.