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Annabeth's POV:

I sighed, running a hand through my mess of curls as I tried to find my way back to the main entrance of the building. Percy had sent me a text that he'd be waiting for me there with the others.

My heels clicked loudly against the pristine floors, so shiny I could see my reflection in them. I nodded and smiled at employees passing by, who's eyes widened in recognition and awe. I hated it when people gave me that look, like I was a goddess of some sort. Well no, I wasn't. I couldn't make things appear out of thin air with just a snap of my fingers. I couldn't make wishes come true. I couldn't make everything change by just speaking the words. If I could, my Mother would be here with me.

My life would be normal.

I turned a corner, scrunching my eyebrows as I examined the plaques next to some room's door frames. I was pretty sure Zeus and I had come from this way...

Shrugging and deciding to simply take a guess, I began walking down the hallway.

Watching all of these people, milling around with stacks of papers in hand and phones pressed to ear's, made me think of my Mother's architecture company. I felt my eyes widen. Oh God.. Now that my Mother was gone, without alerting her employees, what was going on with the company right now? Surely my Mother's disappearance has made the news already, but what were they doing? Police were probably out looking for her. But they would never find her. They didn't know the real story.

I let out a yelp, feeling strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and yank me backwards against something hard.

"Where do you think you're going, Wise Girl?" A familiar voice said, his breath hot against my neck.

I rolled my eyes and resisted a shiver, disentangling myself from his grip and turning around, smacking him on the arm. "Percy, you asshole," I hissed. "You scared me."

Percy laughed. "I was just going to tell you that you were going the wrong way. You're lucky I found you, or else you would be lost."

I scoffed. "As if. I don't get lost."

Percy cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

I smiled. "Yes, really. Now, is it time to go now? I'm hungry."

It was true. The only thing I'd had for breakfast was a granola bar. That obviously didn't satisfy my appetite.

Percy rolled his eyes, slipping his arm around my waist, the gesture now familiar. "Of course, your highness. It's time to go to your carriage and get you some food because you demand it."

I rolled my eyes again, so hard it almost hurt, a smile dancing it's way onto my lips. "Whatever, Seaweed Brain. Where are the others?"

Percy began leading me towards the correct way. The hall I was supposed to go through was the one after.

"They're in the car already. Hades talked to Bianca and Nico about who knows what, but they seem more relaxed. Thalia didn't get a chance to smack Hera since she had slipped out with Aphrodite, so she's pissed about that. Jason's trying to cheer her up."

I snorted. "That's not such a good idea."

Percy smirked, shaking his head.

I frowned. "Hey... I never knew Aphrodite was part of The Olympians."

Percy's smirk faded, his expression turning grim. "Neither does Piper. And we'd like to keep it that way. The poor girl's been through so much already." He sighed. "Aphrodite has always been a member of The Olympians, of the first generation. Remember how I said that Piper's parents barely even acknowledged her? That's because Aphrodite was so busy keeping up with her career as well as keeping her gang life a secret from her family. Silena was the only one who knew."

"But don't you think Aphrodite should tell Piper?" I asked, my voice suddenly quiet. "They need each other more than ever now that Silena's died." Just like how I need my Mother.

Percy was quiet for a while, his green eyes dark as they stared at the hall ahead of us. "Perhaps," was all he said.

"Ugh, what took you guys so long? We've been in here for hours," Thalia complained once we stepped into the car.

Percy rolled his eyes, closing his door and turning the key to the ignition, starting up the car. "Shut up, Thalia. You have no tolerance for shit."

Thalia stuck her tongue out at him in response.

Jason sighed. "That meeting couldn't have been better."

Bianca shook her head sadly. "Poor Aphrodite. I can't imagine how devastated she must be right now."

"The whole thing went just fine," Nico drawled, his expression jaded as he stared down at his phone.

Percy smiled without humor. "Those meetings always go perfect. I thought you all knew that by now."

I picked at the end of my white playsuit, frowning. "Are those meetings always that bad?"

Jason snorted. "There's been worse. One time, Artemis kicked Ares in the balls because he'd complimented her rather explicitly on what she was wearing. We had to restrain her from whipping out her knife and stabbing him in the chest with it right then and there."

Percy smirked, maneuvering the car around the sea of vehicles in front of him. "I still think we should have let her."

"What about that one time when Dionysus had called Demeter a harlot?" Nico chimed in, snickering.

Bianca laughed. "That was bad."

Thalia added in, "what about that time when Apollo had tripped entering the meeting room and had grabbed the end of Aphrodite's dress to break his fall, but ended up ripping the whole thing off?"

The car was filled with silence. Then,

"I try hard to forget about that. Thanks, Thalia."

"I wanted to bleach my eyes."

"I couldn't stop laughing."

"Apollo really needs to work on controlling his strength. I remember all the guys gawking at her and Artemis and Demeter screeching at them to look the other way."

"Hera had slapped Zeus. That was hilarious."

"Aphrodite was so red. She was also practically on Apollo."

Percy shuddered. "Let's just agree to never mention that again."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You all must have seen a lot of things then."

Nico winced. "More than I've ever wanted to."

Bianca grinned, peering at Percy. "So what now?"

He pursed his lips, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "While Annabeth was talking to Zeus, I got a call from Travis. He said he and Connor found one of the spies in their group. They locked him up in a room. Katie and Connor are watching him."

Jason's eyes flashed. "And what are you going to do?"

Percy's eyes hardened, his green orbs turning dark. "I'm going to go ask the guy some questions. Maybe even teach him a lesson or two, depending on his behavior. Jason, you're coming with me."

His eyes flickered over to me, his face softening slightly. "I'll take the rest of you back to HQ. Annabeth, you stay there and train or whatever. I don't want you going outside or talking to anyone." He glanced at Nico and Bianca. "Or any of you, either. You hear me?"

We all nodded.

He smiled. "Good. Now, where do we stop to get some breakfast?"

Percy's POV:

We arrived at HQ about an hour and a half later, already feeling exhausted when the day had just started.

We all exited the car, Jason and I having decided to take the motorcycles instead. Saying goodbye, Thalia, Bianca and Nico filed inside, bickering about something stupid.

Annabeth stayed behind.

She watched as I took my leather gloves and pulled them on, reaching into the car to take out my sunglasses as well.

Jason was already seated on his motorcycle, swiping through his phone absentmindedly.

Pulling my leather jacket on myself, I walked over to Annabeth, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.

She sighed, staring up at me with a troubled look.

"Hey," I said, putting my forehead against hers and stroking my thumb across her soft cheek. "It'll be fine. I'll be fine."

She frowned, her eyes still full of uncertainty. "It's just-" she broke off, shaking her head softly. "Are you sure this'll be safe?"

I smiled softly, pecking her on the lips. "Positive."

She stared at me for a while, her expression still worried. She then brought her lips against mine, moving slowly and passionately. I twirled her hair in my finger, the soft lock feeling smooth and silky against my skin.

She pulled back, her hand cupping my cheek. "Don't do anything stupid that'll get yourself killed."

I smirked. "Me? Never."

She managed a smile, her hand sliding down to my forearm. "I'm serious. Don't try to do any of your dangerous shit."

Jason laughed from behind us, pocketing his phone and gunning his bike.

"That's impossible, Annabeth," he said, grinning. "For all you know, he'll be getting into a fight with five guys and we'll never know if he'll come out alive or not."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Jason, shut up. Don't give him any ideas."

He laughed again. "Whatever. But come on, Romeo. We gotta go now."

I turned back to Annabeth, kissing her one last time. "I'll come back soon."

She smiled softly. "I'll be holding you to it."

Jason and I arrived at the warehouse where the spy was being locked up in thirty minutes later. We turned off the bikes, their loud roar lowering to a purr before silencing completely.

We started to walk towards the building, keeping our gazes alert and focused.

"Did they give you a name of who the guy was?" Jason asked.

"No," I replied, my eyes darting everywhere. "Travis just said that I wouldn't be happy to find out who the exactly the guy was. The bastard is trying to piss me off even more."

Jason chuckled. "That's Travis for you."

I rolled my eyes, stepping up to the side of the metal door in the front of the building. I pressed my hand to the side of it, a padlock appearing and scanning my hand.

The thing beeped in confirmation, the metal door groaning as it shuddered open.

Jason and I stepped inside the spacious building, the high ceilings and concrete floor making it cold inside.

People around my age and younger milled around, some of who I recognized. They froze when they saw me, their faces paling.

I grinned at the response. "Hey, everyone. Nice to see you all."

"Hello, Riptide, Storm," came the murmured response from everyone.

Jason nodded his head in greeting, his intense blue eyes scanning the room. "Where's Winged Thief?"

Many of them instantly pointed in the general direction towards the back of the warehouse. I nodded. "Keep doing what you're doing."

They all nodded in response, scurrying hastily to where they had been going before.

I chuckled, starting to walk towards the back of the complex building. From the outside, it looked deserted and sort-of rundown, but the inside was full of stairs leading up to different floors, doors that lead to different rooms, bright lights and full of thirty or forty-something people.

Jason and I walked around a spiraling staircase leading up to a second floor, continuing down a dark hallway. Once we turned the corner, I spotted Travis, leaning against the wall to the side of a narrow door, frowning at his phone intently.

Hearing our footsteps, he looked up, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Yo, Percy! Jason! How's it going, guys?" He greeted with a grin as he walked towards us. I patted him on the back, shrugging.

"I've been better," I replied.

Jason nodded as well. "Agreed."

Travis smiled that signature trouble-maker smile that got he and his brother into The Olympians in the first place.

I still remember taking a stroll through the city of Manhattan and spotting Travis and Connor Stoll, seventeen and sixteen years old, pickpocketing random people on the street.

"Where's Connor and Katie?" I inquired, starting to walk in the direction of the door.

"They're both in there," he said, jutting his chin at the metal door. "I'm out here just in case the guy escapes or tries anything. And to meet you guys as well."

Jason's eyes darkened. "How'd you find out the guy was a traitor?"

Travis's smile slid off his face, his bright sky blue eyes dimming. "Connor and I had been double-checking everything in the warehouse to see if it was in order, and we caught him talking quietly into the phone in one of the monitoring rooms. He was saying something about everything following along great. Something about Annabeth Chase as well."

I felt myself tense all over, a bubble of anger churning in my stomach at the mention of her. I clenched my jaw hard. "Anything else?"

He ran a hand though his curly chestnut hair, his expression stressed and irked. "He had been watching a monitoring of you, Perce," he said. "You and Annabeth. It had been at night. I couldn't really see a lot of it, but I caught a glimpse of Annabeth crying while you held her in her bed."

I felt a wave of fury wash over me. They had a camera in Annabeth's room. They'd been watching us. Where else did they have a camera hidden to stalk us?

Travis, noticing my change in mood, walk towards the door. He knocked five sharp taps. The door then cracked open, and two figures walked out.

One was a woman about Annabeth's age, with almond brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Her green eyes were the color of the stem of a flower, bright and sharp. Her features were delicate, her frame petite and lean. She wore a honey colored shirt over some black leggings, brown ankle boots on her feet and a brown scarf tied around her neck.

The other figure was a man around twenty-two. He looked like another version of Travis, but about two inches shorter. He had the same chestnut colored hair, a bit darker. His eyes seemed to be a baby blue, lighter than Travis's.

Their eyes instantly landed on Jason and I. The woman's face broke out into a smile.

"Percy! Jason! Hey guys," she walked over to us, enveloping us in a hug.

I managed to swallow down my anger, tilting my lips into a smile. "Hey, Katie. How are you?"

She sighed, frowning. "Not that good. Life's stressing me out right now."

Jason's eyebrows furrowed sympathetically. "Isn't it to us all."

Connor strolled over, smiling. "Hey guys," he said, patting Jason and I's arms.

Jason nodded in greeting. "Hey man. How's it been going in there?"

Connor's expression was grim. "The bastard doesn't wanna talk. The only reason he opens his mouth is to spit out a threat."

Travis came over, swinging an arm around Katie and pulling her close against him. She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away.

I almost smiled at the sight. I remember when Travis was introduced to Katie. He had looked at her as if she was the most precious gem in the world. He and Connor had always messed with Katie, from putting beads on the floor as she trained to make her slip and fall to putting a bucket of water on top of a doorway to splash all over her once she walked through. Everytime Katie would lay her eyes on Travis, they'd burn with such hated it'd made me want to back away. But just two years ago, Travis and Katie had started to grow closer, and soon they'd been caught making out in whatever corridor they could find.

"He's not cooperating at all," Katie said, her green eyes flashing. As small as she may be, she could be scary when she wanted to. It reminded me of Annabeth, the thought of her like a pang to my chest.

"We resorted to torturing him to get something out of him, but..." Katie trailed off, a smile dancing on her lips.

"We figured you and Jason would want to be the first ones to try that out," Connor finished, smirking dangerously.

I smiled dryly. These were the members of The Olympians. They showed no mercy to those who turned their backs on us. As they were trained to do.

It never really hit me how heartless the members of this gang became over the years. How they killed people without a second thought if I ordered them to. How they set buildings ablaze and left banks and jewelry stores vacant with a simple shrug of their shoulders.

Now I wonder how Annabeth must've felt when she met us.

She'd thought I was a monster, I know that. Everytime she glanced at me her eyes would burn with an intense hatred that left me feeling impassive. I hadn't cared what she thought of me. This is who I was. Who I am. A man that finds glee in sinking a blade between people's shoulders and firing a bullet in the middle of someone's eyes.

"Well then," I said, smiling wickedly. "Let's take a look at the bastard."

The minute I stepped into the room and saw who was tied up on the chair settled in the middle of the room, a wave of nausea had rolled over me.

The man was about twenty-one years old, with curly honey blonde hair and a lean build. His eyes rose to meet mine, the color of the orbs a steel blue that almost made them look gray. He looked like a male version of Annabeth, the comparison making my stomach churn.

Jason took a sharp breath.

His lips curled into a smile, the tilt of his lips sending a chill over me.

My mouth felt dry. He'd been in The Olympians since I'd took over. He'd been one of the first members I'd ever trained. I'd trusted him.

And I still remember the day I'd saved him like it was yesterday.

The moon was already shining bright in the dark sky, the only source of light I had this late at night. Jason was right there with me, his blue orbs almost a sapphire color.

"Which direction did you hear the gunshot from?" I asked quietly, gripping the gun in my hand tighter.

"I heard it from that alley over there." He pointed in the direction of a dimly lit street, a dark alley right next to it.

I pursed my lips. "Let's go then."

We walked quickly and swiftly across the street. It had been oddly empty, no cars passing by, the exception of a few at moments. But I shouldn't have expected a whole lot, after all. This was one of the more dangerous parts of Manhattan. A place where most people that knew better steered clear from.

I heard the sound of grunts and fists against skin as we neared the alley. It was pitch black, and I hadn't gotten used to spending time in the dark yet. But I guess I would. I was now the leader of The Olympians, a gang that got no rest.

I looked over at Jason, whose eyes were wide and alert, a slight glint of fear in them that made a chill run down my spine. My heart was thumping, the sounds of the grunts of pain something I hadn't gotten quite use to. Yet.

I nodded at him, starting to creep deeper into the alley. I spotted a dim lamp up ahead, the only source of light in this dark alley.

I saw the distant figures of about three men, their silhouettes moving away and towards another shadow. A man.

They were fighting, that was obvious, but it seemed to be three against one. The man they were fighting against was a bit smaller than the rest, a teenager of about eighteen years old.

He fought swiftly, ducking and maneuvering around the three men, kicking them in the back and throwing punches wildly. I blinked in surprise. I'd thought him to be dead by now. But he wasn't.

A smile ghosted over my lips. He'd be good.

I glanced over at Jason, who looked equally as surprised as I was. I gave him a nod, and I raised my gun, aiming the gleaming black pistol at two of the older men. Two clicks, and they crumpled to the floor.

Jason quickly shot the other one dead.

The young boy froze, looking like a statue in the middle of the alley.

I moved closer to him, and as I did, he slowly turned to face me, his steel blue eyes wide and frightened.

"Hey there," I greeted calmly. I gave him a smile. "I'm Percy Jackson."

I'd asked him to join The Olympians, and without a moment's hesitation, he had said yes. He'd trained with us even since. Six years. And here he was, the last person I'd ever thought to betray me.

"Jordan," I whispered.

He kept smiling. "Hey, Perce."

"You...what..." I couldn't seem to form any coherent words, just snippets of sentences I could not choke out. But as I stared at him, knowing that he was helping in trying to hurt Annabeth and the rest of my family, I felt my shock and disbelief turn into anger.

"You motherfucking asshole," I snarled, my fists clenching. "You're one of the shit-eating traitors that's been helping in killing my members? Trying to kill Annabeth?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, the relaxed gesture leveling my anger to one of fury.

A growl escaped my throat as my anger took over, and I walked over to him, swinging my fist back and connecting it with his face.

I fisted my hands in his T-shirt, so hard my knuckles turned white. "Who the hell are you working for?" I shook him violently. "Who?"

He turned his head to spit out blood, his lips stained red. He managed a croak of a laugh. "I can't say."

My vision was slowly turning red, my teeth clenching hard and making my whole face feel numb. It was the amount of seething fury in me that kept me from not feeling anything.

Releasing his now rumpled up shirt, I kicked him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the floor with a groan. I kicked him once more before grabbing the front of the ropes wrapped around him and hauling him back up. He coughed, specks of blood splattering the front of my shirt and jacket. But I didn't care. All I wanted was answers.

I fisted my hands in his hair, tugging hard. He grimaced in pain.

"You're gonna tell me," I growled, "or else I kill you in every way possible."

He smiled, his cracked lips dripping blood and staining his teeth red. He laughed. "Go ahead. Kill me. But I won't be telling you shit."

"You know what?" I asked, curling my lips into a smile. "That will actually be a better option." I reached behind me to pull out my gun, ready to make a see-through hole in his forehead, when I felt a small yet firm hand grip my arm.

I turned to see Katie, her eyes wide. She shook her head. "Percy, no. We need answers from him. If you kill him we'll lose our only resource of possible information."

I clenched my jaw tightly, still holding Jordan by his hair. I glanced behind Katie to see only Jason and Travis, both their expressions angry as they stared at Jordan. Connor wasn't in the room.

"Listen to the pretty girl, Percy," Jordan taunted. Travis tensed, his eyes flashing. "But either way, I won't talk."

"You're talking right now, aren't you?" Travis snarled.

"Travis." Katie said sternly, her green eyes darkening. Travis reluctantly clenched his jaw shut, yet his eyes still glinted with anger.

Katie sighed, turning back to face me. She moved in front of me, forming a barrier between Jordan and I. She was currently the only thing keeping me from wrapping my arms around his throat and squeezing until he stopped breathing.

"Look," she said. "We'll just have to keep him in here for a while. No food, no water. Then we'll see if he talks. You can hurt him, just don't kill him yet. If you do, who knows how long it will be until we find another spy? He'll talk. He just needs to learn what happens if he doesn't. Harm him now just don't ki-"

Katie was suddenly yanked backwards with a yelp, and once I blinked, there she was, being held tightly by Jordan, the rope containing his arms now littered on the floor.

He was pressing a silver knife to Katie's throat.

"Katie!" Travis shouted, his voice angrier than I've ever heard it. "You fucking pile of shit, let her go!" He tried to get to her, but Jason was holding him back. Travis squirmed in his grip, his face tight with fury. "NO! Jason you asshole, let me go!"

Jordan laughed, pressing the knife harder against Katie's throat, who gave a whimper as a trickle of blood ran down her skin, staining her brown scarf.

Travis shouted louder, struggling harder against Jason's grip.

"Let me go," Jordan said calmly. "And Katie doesn't die."

"SON OF A BITCH!" Travis seethed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "LET HER GO!"

I was trying hard to control myself, to restrain myself from yanking Katie from his grip and sinking that blade in his eye. But I knew that if I took one step, he'd slit Katie's throat without hesitation.

"Travis, stop," Katie said quietly, her jaw clenched and green eyes bright. "Percy, don't let him go. Then we won't have anyone to get information out of-"

Jordan shook her hard, the blade cutting a line across her throat. Katie winced, crying out softly.

"You shut up," Jordan snarled.

"Katie," Travis whispered, his voice defeated and angry.

I glanced at Jason, and our eyes met. A silent understanding passed between us, he nodded. It was just a very small bow of his head, and I almost didn't notice it. But I did.

I moved so Jason and Travis were out of Jordan's view.

Jordan grinned, his teeth an orange-red color, as if he had sunk his teeth into a cherry.

"Are you gonna let me go?" He asked quietly, his eyes bright with excitement. I realized this was how I must look when I killed someone, with a bright gleam in my eyes and grin dangerous.

"Will you let Katie go?" I countered, my jaw set.

"Of course," he replied easily. "But you have to let me go without any harm coming to me as I leave."

Katie opened her mouth to protest, but the blade only sank deeper into her throat, effectively causing her to whimper and a tear to streak her cheek. But her eyes burned with hatred and determination, her jaw set stubbornly. I almost smiled.

"Katie first," I said harshly.

His eyes flickered over my shoulder. "Tie them up and open the door, and then I'll let her go."

I gritted my teeth. "Fine." I grabbed the rope and walked over to Jason and Travis, my eyes never leaving Jordan's figure.

I grabbed the two men and wrapped it around them, Travis looking at me angrily.

"He's not going to give her back," he hissed under his breath. "How can you trust he will? What if-"

"Travis, shut up," I said quietly, knotting the rope together. "You need to trust me."

I glanced at Jason, who was looking at me impassively. "Do you trust me?" I asked.

He smirked and gave me a wink. "Always."

I grinned wryly and led them both over to the far corner of the room. I then walked over to the door, opening it up and hoping that Connor wouldn't poke his head in.

My heart beating against my rib cage and blood rushing in my ears, I faced Jordan. "Now," I said calmly. "Let her go."

He eyed the door and the Jason and Travis, both their faces expressionless. His eyes flickered back to me. Without warning, he shoved Katie to the floor, and she didn't even have time to cry out in surprise. He bolted towards the door with incredible swiftness, something he'd been taught to do over the years. The thought made my stomach churn.

"Connor, now!" I shouted, racing towards the door. A blur passed by me as I watched Jordan reach the end of the hall, but as quick as he may move, Connor was even faster. Connor pounced on him, sending him crashing to the floor.

They wrestled on the ground, until finally Connor managed to pin Jordan down.

Jordan growled in anger, his eyes almost gray. "You bastard!" He snarled, thrashing. "You said I'd go without anyone grabbing me!"

I chuckled without humor. "I thought you'd known better than to trust a gang leader." My eyes narrowed into slits. "Especially if that leader is me."

I saw a flash of silver, but as quickly as Jordan pulled out another blade, I had my gun out, a bullet racing out and shooting him in the arm where he held the knife. He shouted in pain, dropping the knife.

"None of that now," I said, twirling the gun in my hand lazily. "Connor, toss me that blade, will you?"

Connor reached out a hand and picked it up, keeping his other hand secured hard on Jordan's neck. He tossed it to me, his eyes not leaving the traitor's under him.

I heard the click of boots as they walked over to me quickly, and I spared a glance over my shoulder to see Katie, Jason and Travis, all staring at Jordan with a look of contained anger.

Jason glanced at me. "Now what are we gonna do with him?"

"He," I said, "is going to show me that footage of Annabeth and I. But for now, help Connor check to see if he has any weapons on him. Knives especially."

Jason nodded, walking over to him. Connor got up and off him, picking him up not gently at all. Connor held him as Jason checked his pockets and everywhere else.

I glanced at Katie, who had a trail of blood trickling down her skin from an inch and a half long cut on her neck. I raised an eyebrow at her. "You okay?"

She clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing as they stared at Jordan's seething figure. "I'm fine. It just stings a little."

Travis growled. "The motherfucker's gonna regret touching you."

A hint of a smile danced on Katie's lips. "Aw, is wittle Travis mad that a guy touched his girlfriend?"

I chuckled as Travis gave her a serious look, yet some mirth twinkled in his eyes. "Katie, he could've killed you."

"But he didn't," she replied stubbornly, rolling her eyes. "I'm still alive and breathing, aren't I?"

"Thank God," he muttered, but wrapped an arm around Katie's waist and pulled her against him protectively. He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on the cut, pulling away with his lips tainted red.

Katie groaned, making a face. "Travis you idiot, that's nasty." He laughed in response.

I chuckled. "Travis, go take Katie to clean that up." Katie narrowed her eyes at me. "I know it's not that serious," I continued. "But you're still losing a lot of blood, even from that little cut. And it's deep, isn't it? Go get it treated. Once that's done, meet us in monitoring room A." I glanced impassively at Jordan, anger rising up my throat. "That fucker is gonna show me how he's been stalking Annabeth and I."

I slammed the door open, nodding to Jason and Connor to bring Jordan inside, who they were gripping by the arms harshly.

They shoved him in, and once we were all inside, I swiftly slammed Jordan against the wall to the monitoring room, emitting a pained grunt from him.

I stared at him with narrowed eyes, taking a switchblade out from my back pocket and pressing it against his neck.

"Did you have your fun?" I snarled, pushing him harder. "I suggest you don't try that again, or else you won't even be able to breathe. Understand?"

Staring at me with angry eyes, I suddenly felt something wet hit my face, sliding down my temple languidly. The asshole just spit on me.

Clucking my tongue, a chuckle escaped my lips. "Jason."

Jason walked up to Jordan and took him from my grip, throwing him to the floor and giving him a kick in the ribs.

I wiped the trail of spit off my face with the cuff of my jacket.

Giving him one last kick, Jason stepped away from Jordan, laying pathetically on the floor. I never imagined having to hurt him, of all people, like this.

"I trusted you, Jordan," I said quietly, shaking my head. "But now, it's come to this. And no, I'm not going to show you any mercy for once having faith in you. You don't deserve it. For trying to hurt Annabeth, to killing my family. So, get up."

With some difficulty, he stood up, clenching his jaw and hands tightly. His face was streaked with blood, some specks of it littering his shirt like a piece of art. A very cruel painting.

"Now," I said, moving to him and flicking the blade across his cheek, a gush of blood spilling out. "Show me."

Dam, Percy.

How many of you like him acting like that? All mean and violent and angry? How many of you don't? Cause I do.

Anyway, not much to say this time. Life's good, I guess. I baked cookies, but sadly, not blue. But here, all of you have one; (::) hope you like the cookie :3 also, I just read a book called Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green, and can I just say...Wow. That book is amazing. You all should really read it. I bet you can all relate to it in someway, because I could. The end almost had me in tears. Not of sadness, but of content. Read it.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I love you all and you're amazing and the best things ever.

~Kat ≤33