After posting the first chapter, feedback has been pretty good. Well, besides certain reviews that I'm pretty sure is from a bot or something like that. Anyways, here's Chapter 2. If have any questions, feel free to ask them and I'll answer.

bananamanv5: It'll be in multiple POV's, HOO-style. Jason is only of three that I plan on doing.

Athens, Greece

It was supposed to be a quiet day in Greece.

Everything was going well. Jason booked a flight to Greece first thing in the morning, he landed in Athens International, he went over the Athena Parthenon. Just like Piper had said, Athena was missing her head. And considering it was a fifty-something tall statue, Jason could only wonder how the hell someone got up there to even decapitate it to begin with. Such a beautiful statue was defiled in one of the worst ways possible.

He did his research, asked the people around about the gods of ancient times, whom they liked to refer to as "the Elder Gods." The Elder Gods consisted more of the gods who were particularly more powerful than the rest of their kin. As legend went, they left behind some of their most valued possessions and whomever could find them would be granted one wish by the certain god that it belonged to. That was just a legend of old times, though. No one actually believed the gods would leave their possessions behind.

Jason was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, though. From what he gathered, these possessions were scattered across the Earth, items like Zeus's bolt, Neptune's trident and Artemis's bow and others among them.

Albert wouldn't want to know about any of that, Jason knew as much. He had told him to go and do research on the Athena Parthenon. But Jason found himself investing himself in gathering every bit of information that he could about these lost possessions. Besides, the Athena Parthenos was decapitated. Unless San Francisco's beloved mayor wanted to rebuild that, Jason decided he was going to divulge in something else more interesting.

Walking around Athens, it was almost like Jason was on vacation. He found himself admiring the city in all its glory, settling down at a Greek-style cafe and having lunch. Eventually, Jason found himself at Zeus's temple in Athens, some distance away from the acropolis and the Parthenon, staring at the ruins of what probably used to a full, beautiful building, towered by white pillars. All that was left of the ancient landmark were a few pillars.

Jason continued to admire the remains of the temple when someone next to him spoke. "It really was once a beautiful temple. Although, its patron was hardly deserving of such a building."

Jason frowned and glanced at the stranger next to him, who just happened to appear and decide to spark up a conversation with him. "You make it sound like you were there."

"I was not supposed to," the stranger replied. "But I was, despite the attempts at restricting me. I always was a smart one, just like you." He turned his head to make full eye contact with Jason. "You are questioning who I am, I can see it in your eyes. But I am sure you would have remembered seeing me."

As Jason looked into the stranger's eyes, he realized that he did recognize him.

He had been there last night at the scene of the robbery, watching him.

...

The Day Before

Jason flew towards the Hibernia Bank building in an instant, landing behind the police cars as officers stood behind their car doors with guns drawn. Jason casually walked up to the scene, greeting officers as he passed them.

"Bolt?" one of the officers questioned.

"Evening, officers," Jason greeted, lowering the pitch of his voice to make himself sound a little more different. "I'm here to help."

"They've got a hostage in there," another one informed.

Jason nodded. "No need to worry, officer, I can promise I will bring the hostage back alive."

The officer grimaced in response as Jason hovered over to the bank doors and blew them up open with a with his super-strength. Two guards at the doors screamed in surprise as the doors landed on top of them, already squashing two of the baddies. They should've known better than to stand near the doors. Another bad guy came into the room, dragging along a helpless woman who had her mouth taped shut, and he pointed his handgun at her head.

"Don't come any closer or I'll fucking kill her! I swear I'll do it," he threatened.

Jason extended his hand as it began flickering with lightning and a bolt shot out from his fingers, zapping the bad guy and he went down, his body twitching fervently. Jason flew over to the woman, who had to be a bank teller or something due to her attire, helping her stand as he gently took off the tape.

"Thank you, Bolt," she gratefully told him as she hugged him, making Jason feel slightly awkward. "Thank you."

"Go on," Jason egged her on. "I'll take care of the rest of them."

The woman nodded and sprinted off before Jason made his way down to the vault room. A gunman came at him, guns blazing but Jason was unbothered by him, the bullets ricocheting off of him before he stripped the gun off his hands and tossed it away. He then proceeded to land a blow to his chest, which sent him crashing onto a wall. Another gunman suddenly appeared behind him, drawing his gun and firing at Jason. He simply extended his hand at him and a lightning bolt slammed onto the second gunman's chest, sending him flying backwards. Jason finally entered the vault room, where several gunman were waiting for him, and they began firing at him.

Jason shook his head condescendingly at them, thinking that the gunmen would have understood by now that bullets did jack-shit to him. But Jason could empathize with them a little. If they didn't use guns, what would else would they use? Their fists? At the very least, Jason would feel some respect for them if they laid down their weapons and surrendered. They're might have been a dozen of them and only one of him, but they were still outclassed.

Without another thought, Jason charged himself up and lightning blasted all around him, stunning and taking down five more gunmen. He smirked as around him bodies dropped to the floor and twitched, like they'd been electrocuted by a stun gun. In a way, they were, because Jason Grace was a stun gun himself.

As Jason entered through the vault door, there were two more guys that were left, whom were currently stuffing money into a bag as they giggled with glee.

"Ah man, we're gonna be rich!" one said.

"I don't know even what I'm going to do with all this money," the other one agreed.

"Ahem," Jason said, clearing his throat.

The two froze in their place, slowly rotating their heads back to look at Bolt, who was standing at the vault door with his arms crossed. "Shit," one said as he the stack of money he currently had in his hand.

"Well, well, well," Jason started. "If it isn't the infamous twins ... Travis and Connor Stoll."

Travis grinned. "Oh, you know about us?"

"Travis, shut up! We're not here to make conversation," Connor reprimanded.

"It's kind of a secret job of mine to know who people are," Jason said. As a reporter, he'd seen all the reports about the infamous twins who robbed small-time banks all over the Midwest. Must have been their first time hitting a big city bank. And luckily for Jason, they chose San Francisco, where Jason happened to reside.

Travis chuckled nervously. "Guess I just didn't expect to run into you."

"Man, I told you San Francisco was a bad idea," Connor chided his brother again. "We should've done like, one of the San Joaquin Valley small towns or something."

"Or how about you don't rob banks?" Jason suggested. "It's kind of old-fashioned, anyways."

"Look, breaking in and stealing is just kind of what we're good at," Travis explained. "It's like our only talent."

"Oh really? And what about the hostage?"

"Oh, she wasn't supposed to be here," Connor explained. "I mean, that's why we tried hitting it at night. Because no one's supposed to be around while it's closed." Connor pointedly looked at Travis.

"What? I didn't know she would here, either," Travis defended himself.

"And the gunmen?"

"Oh, they're just hired help," Travis explained. "We'd been hitting small town banks. Doable with a small crew and there usually ain't much money in them, usually maybe like a hundred thousand. So we figured we'd try our luck with a big city bank, but we needed a big crew for that."

"Whom are probably all knocked out right now," Connor muttered before looking up at Jason. "Wait, are they?"

"Oh yeah," Jason confirmed. "I knocked them all out."

"Well, shit."

"The way I see it, there's two ways we can do this. You either come quietly and turn yourselves in or I'll just knock you out and bring you in myself," Jason said. "You choose."

The twins looked at each other until Travis stepped up first, dropping his bag. "I surrender, you can keep the bag."

"You mean the bag with money that belongs to the bank?" Jason questioned.

"Right, sorry," Travis apologized.

"Connor?"

The other twin sighed and dropped his bag, too. "Fine. I surrender, too."

Just like that, Jason had caught the most wanted pair of brothers in the Midwest. He walked them over through the halls of the bank, through the countless of dropped bodies that Jason had knocked out, and outside, where practically half of the SFPD force was waiting for them.

"Here you go, fellas," Jason said, shoving the twins towards the officers. "You're welcome."

"Yeah, I know," Connor said as the SFPD apprehended him. "'Right to remain silence' and all that bullshit. Just get this over with."

It was quite the night in San Francisco. The Stoll brothers were taken to prison, Piper McLean fed his ego by being there, reporting on how Bolt saved the day again. It was until Jason spotted someone trying to get through the police line, a strange who was locking eyes with Jason. He was buff, with a white beard, kind of like a buffer Santa Claus. He wore armor, too, like he was ready to fight in a battle, over his white tunic.

A police officer stopped him, telling him that the area was restricted. Jason didn't really think much of the man as he walked off and Jason decided to head home, flying off in a flash.

...

Present Day

"You were there yesterday," Jason realized. "In San Francisco, after the robbery. You were the one watching me."

"I came on behalf of my brother, who scours the Earth for the Elder gods' lost possessions," the stranger explained. "I was tasked with finding the source of Zeus's power." The stranger narrowed his eyes at Jason. "I can sense his power on you. I do not know how, but it is there."

"Is that why you have come for me?" Jason questioned. "You think I carry Zeus's power on me all the time or something?"

"There must be a reason why I sense it on you," the stranger asked before he locked his gaze at Jason's neck. "What is that on your neck?"

Jason subconsciously reached for the pendant that hung from his neck. "Oh this? This is the only that came with me when I ..." He trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

For some reason, the pendant gangling from his neck that was shaped like a lightning bolt was the only thing that came with him on the space capsule that sent him to crashing to Earth. Juneau had given it back to him once he was old enough and ever since, Jason wore it on his neck, feeling a sort of attachment to his birth planet, wherever that may be.

"When you left your home planet of Qimeria," the stranger finished for Jason.

Jason frowned. "How ... how do you know that?"

"I am Coeus, the Elder Titan of Forethought and Intelligence," he finally introduced himself. "Alongside my brothers, we have scoured the Earth for the Elder Gods' lost prized possessions, seeking to abolish any further influence of them on this planet. Once we do, Lord Cronus shall wipe and cleanse this planet of all roots of immorality, starting anew and bringing forth a new age: the Second Age of the Elder Titans.

Jason's shoulders tensed. "I don't know it's just me ... but that eerily sounds like genocide."

"A small pay price to pay," Coeus dismissed. "And it starts with you. The source of Zeus's power is on that pendant, I can sense it. So I am going to ask you to yield the pendant over to me."

Jason chuckled sarcastically. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

"Very well," Coeus replied, cracking his fingers and getting into a stance. "One way or another ... that pendant is coming with me."

"You can get it over my dead body," Jason challenged.

Coeus charged first at Jason first. Jason's fingers started sparkling with electricity and he waited until Coeus came close to release the lightning blast at him. Coeus grunted and was stopped in his tracks, but he didn't seem very affected and he spun away from Jason's blast, charging for him again. Jason dodged the first swing, then the second before he hovered upwards and struck downwards at Coeus. The Titan fell to one knee but quickly recovered just in time as Jason tried to kick him. He grabbed Jason's leg and thew him. Jason managed to control his fall and hovered out of danger. He flew at Coeus fast, trying to strike his face but Coeus saw it coming and grabbed Jason's arm, twisting it and locking it behind Jason's back. Jason growled and electricity sparked off of him as he tried to electrocute Coeus. The Titan merely growled in annoyance before he grabbed Jason and slammed him on the ground and kicked him in the chest as he rebounded. Jason crashed through the pillars of what was left of Zeus's temple, toppling the remaining ruins as they all fell over Jason.

Jason grunted as he tried to climb out the destruction but Coeus was there to meet him when he did. The Titan grabbed Jason by the throat, lifting him up as he wriggled and choked in his grasp.

The Elder Titan smirked at him condescendingly. "You put up a good fight, but alas, you were no match for an Elder Titan." With his free hand, he yanked the pendant that dangled below Jason's neck, holding it in his fist. He waited a moment, and Jason watched with wide eyes as the pendant glowed and grew in size until it looked like a golden lightning bolt the size of a spear. "Just as I thought ... Zeus's bolt." He raised an eyebrow. "The only question remains is how it ended up in your hands."

Jason simply continued to wriggle as he started to feel his breath shorten.

The Titan shrugged. "No matter. Once Lord Cronus has his way, nothing else will matter. I have no further use for you."

The last thing Jason saw before his eyes widened in realization was the ground heading for him at a zillion miles an hour, and then he was promptly knocked out.

This takes place in an Alternate Universe, where the gods are known as the Elder Gods. In the comics, gods tend to not be involved in any human affairs at all, well besides maybe Thor and Hercules in the Marvel Universe. So, in a way, the Gods here will tend to act as just deities that don't get involved. In this universe though, the Elder Gods left behind their possessions millennia ago, five of them to be exact, scattering them across the Earth. Zeus's bolt was one of them and how it ended up on Jason's planet of Qimeria will eventually be explained. I tend to like being creative, and coming up with a name for Jason's home planet was one of the ways to do that. Jason even has a birth-name, which will also be revealed later. Also, I know there are usually Kronos or Koios in the PJO universe, but since this is an AU, I kind of want to stick with the original names.

Well, that's two chapters for Jason. I'm gonna be doing two chapters for each POV I do, and so the next one will be in someone's else POV. A certain friend a Jason's whom he hadn't spoken to in a while will take the stand.