Jack Grace was not having the best of days. First, he had failed the warriors' exam for the third time in a row, whereas everyone else had passed. Then, someone had the nerve to insult his heritage right to his face! Now, he was getting chewed out by Chiron for beating the kid up.

"You can't just go around looking down on people because your father was Jason Grace!"

At 6'1" 235lbs, he could look down on most people, and combined with the fact that his father was one of the 7 allowed him to think he was better than everyone. Chiron sighed.

"Look, Jack, I know that you failed the exam again."

Jack's head snapped up. How? How could he have found out?

"Jack. If you fail one more time, I'm going to have to put you somewhere else. The instructor told me that you excelled at swords and spears and barely passed the written portion. That part is understandable. However, he told me that your electrokinesis is well below the standards. That was the main reason I called you here."

"Wait, not because I beat the Athena kid up?"

"No, but we could talk about that too"

"No thanks, keep going."

"Anyway, I know the kind of potential you have. Your father's father, your grandfather, is Lord Zeus."

A low rumbling could be heard in the distance.

"Yea, yea, I know the story. My father and six other demigods went off to battle Gaea and won. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Your father-"

"Could shake the skies and ruin armies with a single thought," Jack said, cutting Chiron off. "I've heard that a million times, and I'm done with this conversation." After saying that, Jack turned on his heel sharply, but before he could storm off, he heard the sound of a coin being tossed in the air and stopped dead in his tracks.

"You might want to sit back down and listen to what I have to say."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back with Alex~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Several people shouted in surprise when Alex appeared in the Chief of Police's shadow, one man actually peeing himself in fright. Reacting in an instant, Alex went to kick the back of the chief's legs, causing him to stumble. Perfect. Alex, still in a straight jacket, spun around and did a reverse roundhouse kick, slamming his heel against the man's left temple. This caused the man to fly to the right, directly into the woman holding his sword, and this, in turn, caused her to drop it like a sack of bricks, making a clunking noise as it hit the ground. Getting over their surprise quickly, the rest of the people quickly pulled out their pistols and aimed it at him.

"Wait, wait! I'm unarmed!" Alex said quickly, plopping to the floor with his legs crossed.

"You just took down two of our best with your arms in a straightjacket. I think you shouldn't move," One of the women said. She was short, about 5'6", but she was really buff. And hot.

"But they were touching my stuff," Alex mumbled under his breath.

By then, one of the men, the one who had peed himself, had holstered his weapon and was reaching for a radio.

"I wouldn't do that If I were you." Alex suddenly said, startling the man.

"I don't give a damn about what you wouldn't do, I'm gonna do it anyway. Dirt-veins."

Dirt-veins was a rude way of saying Half-blood, and it boiled Alex's blood.

Five against one. I like those odds. Alex suddenly spoke up.

"I'm going to kill you all. Then hide your bodies."

Several people in the room tensed up, but the short hot woman just laughed.

"And how do you plan to do that?" She stated, trying not to smile.

Alex harrumphed.

"Well, the moment that old man reaches the radio, ma'am, I'm going to fall into my shadow, appear behind him, jump up, snap his neck with my legs, then, I am going to fall onto my blade, cut off my bindings, and, well, you know what happens next, right?" Alex asked, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. Several people shivered, a slimmer of fear going through their minds consecutively. One man looked at the door to his right and considered making a run for it.

Alex leaned to the left a little, seeing the man already at the radio, smiled a bit, turned his neck to the right and said,

"Now, we play."

As he stated, he fell through his own shadow and appeared behind the radioman, but instead of snapping his neck, he kicked him to the side, right into the path of the hot lady's gun. Her, mistaking the radioman for Alex, shot, the bullet tearing through his head, killing him in an instant. The room bounced the sound around, causing it to startle everyone into shooting the radioman.

Alex stuck his bottom lip out, stating

"That's not very good teamwork."

He then proceeded to fall through his own shadow again, appearing in a different part of the evidence room. So one saw him, as everyone was focused on his sword on the other side, waiting for him to appear. Alex tried to open the locker that held his knife with his feet quietly, but stealth was not his strong suit. The locker made a loud clicking sound as it opened, causing everyone aiming at his sword to spin around an aim at him.

"Well shit"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back at camp~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bianca Rose Jackson was in the Poseidon cabin when there was a commotion outside. As the granddaughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Jackson, she could go to either cabin. She had chosen to be alone today, reading one of her favorite stories, when there was yelling outside and the found of smacking flesh and grunts. Bianca sighed, closing her book and setting it on her nightstand before she left the building. Once outside, she could see Jack pounding away at a camper's face. She groaned, then feeling the familiar tugging in her gut, used her powers to bring water out of the fountain in the middle of the cabins before blasting it at Jack, causing him to be flung off the boy and onto the field.

"Don't make me come out here again." She said with a flourish, before spinning on her heel and re-entering her cabin, slamming the door behind her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A man looked through a scrying glass, watching several people at once. To be precise, twelve.

These six look promising, the great man thought. Then again, most of them do.

The orb zoomed in until only six people were visible. A dark-haired boy next to a locker in a straight jacket jumping around as bullets bounced off the walls around him, a girl with black and white hair, staring at the sphere before it went dark, a light-haired boy sitting in a chair, looking down at the coin in his hands, a tear tracing down his cheek, a large boy in a cloak, aiming down the sight of a bolt-action rifle, a blue-haired boy, resting on his bunk, and a short brown-haired girl in a bright yellow dress, talking to someone he couldn't see.

The man waved his hand across the sphere, causing everything to turn blurry. He then proceeded to lean back in his chair, rubbing his hands across his face.

"Good luck little ones" he whispered to no one.

This is Chapter two. I have received a few OCs, but I will be taking them until either the end of the month or sometime in the next two weeks, depending on how many I get. The update schedule should be every other Wednesday and Friday night, alternating depending on the week.

Jack jumped the gun a little, didn't he? Guess he was tired of "Not being good enough"

Bye for now,

DragonsHero2

P.s. editing is hard. So are OC's. don't be surprised if I'm a day or so late.