Hello to y'all! I'm going to try and write this story from my iPod completely, because I'm on the iPod more than the computer so wish me luck! The plotline may not be so organized because I want it that way, because when is life organized? This story is dedicated to anybody who reviews, and my dead grandfather who I would of taken a bullet for. Thanks for watching over me PAPA

Chapter Un (that's french for two, I think.)

"Okay, you got me," I spoke defeated, "just let her go. Ya' hear?" I bent down and laid my weapon on the ground, "See that wasn't so hard, uh urm,"

I barged in through the doors a bull in a china shop, my weapon raised. I smashed a thing of glass just to get the "soldiers" attention, "Hey, you bums wanna leave before somebody gets hurt?" One of the black armored kids came forward, "Yea, it would really screw my day if I had to slice you to ribbons,"

With that, he charged like a bull. I dodged his first slash but then got grazed with his second attack, "You little..." then I cussed him out under my breath, my vision went a bit hazy for a second before coming back. I dodged a stab at my stomach, and brought the hammer onto his arm, making a sickening crunch, "AAGH!"

His pained screams ended after I brought my hammer over his head and let my instincts take over, "I am not a liar," I said, "I said somebody would get hurt,"

Another of the remaining two barged forward with his knife against the girls throat, "Yeah, more will get hurt if you don't put THAT WEAPON DOWN!"

I had to think fast, even though thinking isn't my strong suit. Bang, it was as if a light bulb literally turned on above my head.

"Jason," I broke in, "and you're..."

"Your creator, and your destruction,"

"Wow, you're the little poet aren't you?" I joked still near the ground, and swiftly, I grabbed the knife, that was strapped to the side of the corpse, and threw it. With his blood against the side of the wall behind him, he slumped down, dead.

And before his buddy could recover, the girl I just saved knifed the last "soldier" then the corpse fell to the ground, the helmet rolled off revealing long blond hair, "Just about my age," muttered the killer, "So what is your age?" my voice startling her as she raised a knife, "Whoa, I just saved you are you really going to kill me?"

"No, it's just that I, well-" I cut in, "You're not used to killing people, you're used to fighting monsters, where the bodies disappear, with us, we don't disappear we stay," I paused to look up at her teary eyes, "and that is the difference between us and monsters, we bury our dead,"

She broke out in tears, and slid to the ground. She rose her head from between her head, "How did you assume I was a demigod, what if I wasn't?"

"Do I still know?" She stood up after she sniffed a few times, "I'm a daughter of Poseidon," and she pulled out a wooden trident necklace, showing me, "so what are we going to do with the bodies?" I looked at the bodies. Their faces twisted in horror, and their blank eyes focused at empty space. The eyes seemed to look like they were wishing for second chances, but they already missed them, "Why?" I questioned, "Hmm?"

"Why all of the this? Why were they here and what were they here for? And I killed people over you, and the thing is," I paused, "I don't now your name!" Outraged, I left the store, not knowing what Hell I had plunged myself into.

I looked back, I wish I hadn't but I did. She sat there, as if the dead bodies were the only things in the world that had known she existed. So, I imagined myself in her shoes. I thought about the fall of Percy, and how that effected the whole Greek knowing world. A lot of demigods died in that fight, and mostly Poseidon's children. Would that be worse, I thought, to have the people most important to me being torn away, or rather having nobody near me at all. And the littlest part of my soul which stayed all these years swayed me to walk back into the store. And the thing is, if I ignored my heart, I would've lived.

Defeated, I walked back into the shop, "Come on," I said with a soft tone, "more might come, or the cops,"

"Me," she said standing up, "Me, Meghan, they are looking for I, Meghan Rhodes," this time a burden that is on her shoulders seemed to really mean something, something worth living or dying for, "Meghan, let's go where, who knows,"

"Wait, Jason. I know you! You're Jason! The son of-" I cut her off before I could hear the end of that painful sentence, "I'm Jason, and just that," I walked out with her bounding after me like a lost puppy who just found a home, "So where do we go?" I thought for a second, "I'm dropping you of at camp, and I, I have no idea what's gonna happen to me,"

I started to walk on, with her still right behind me. Whining, Meghan said, "I'm just as old as you, and anyway, I don't want to leave you," I turned around and growled, "I will not have you trailing me like a lost puppy. You still have a chance at this," I said motioning to the whole world, "I am hunted. I feel like when I die, I'll join my father in Tartarus, and for no reason besides for who my father is. And do you and me a favor, run just run as fast as you can. Forget me, because everybody I"ve ever cared about died, so now I won't care about anyone ever,"

"You know," Meghan spoke softly, "I won't leave you, because you're the closest thing I have to a friend now,"

"I know. Here, come and let me show you my camp supplies," As we walked into the night she surrended, "There are more of you, I mean, more Titan's children. There is a whole underground network of them. Some are trying to revive the embers of the rebellion. They call themselves The Gaurdians. Catchy huh?"

"I don't care what they call themselves, I just won't let anyone bring that rebellion back, even if I die trying,"

Sorry about the crappy chapter, It was bad, but I try. Hey please go check out camillexelisabeth she is an awesome author thanks and please review!