Alright, wow, I'm surprised. No one guessed what would happen. Ha. Well no one will I'm guessing, except maybe Bell's but even you were off dear annoying one. So, with that said, on with the show!

Disclaimer-IM COLD!!!!!! And I don't own PJO.

(pay attention, it switch's POV's a lot this chapter)

I sat beside Percy, expecting bad news considering that the two gods only came looking like this if they did have bad news. Athena shifted uncomfortably and Poseidon wouldn't look at us. Which is a true sign something is wrong because the two of them never did things of the such. They were gods. Proud gods. Beside me Percy gripped my thigh.

"We brought news of the assassins that have been-" Poseidon waved his hands in the air, cutting my mother off.

"Yes yes, they know what they do Athena." Athena glared but did nothing else, thankfully. Slowly over the years of being grandparents and the many therapy sessions Percy and I had forced them to go to, they had started to get along. Though they still had their malice towards one another just less of it. She ran her balled fist along her thighs, straitening the wrinkles out in her light colored jeans.

"They killed another."

"Kiley come out now or I swear I'll beat down this door!" Brennion screamed. I gripped the sink for support, begging my knee's not to give way. I could hear a fight on the other side of my door. Erin was screaming, but not loud enough to alert our parents, at Nate who was siding with Brennion. Brennion wanted me to come out of the bathroom so we could talk about what happened but I had no desire or courage too. In the middle of this Erin was trying to get them to go away and leave me alone, I'm pretty sure she was pushed because I heard air being ripped form her lungs and a loud thump. That nearly made me come out until I heard another thump and knew that was Erin sweep kicking whoever pushed her.

"Kiley-"

"Shut the hell up Brennion! Leave my sister alone or I'll-" Another crash.

"Another one!?" The words fell out of Percy as more of a shocked breath than an actual sentence. His fingers were hurting my leg he was gripping so tightly. Athena nodded.

"Not to long ago. He was a son of Apollo, Derk I think his name was. He had just proposed to his girlfriend. Well, that's what Apollo is telling us. Apollo…..he is in such a terrible mood now. He keeps melting things with his sun chariot and shooting things with his bow. He even shot Ares just because Ares was smiling. it's a bad time when a god is depressed." Athena sighed and sat back, the couch engulfing her tiny frame.

"The problem is," The sea god began, "We still can't track them! Even Zeus can't find them. Every time any of us try to look everything in the world becomes fuzzy and grey like a canvas with just white and grey paint on it. They have cloaked themselves from the gods eyes somehow. And that is troubling." The god massaged his brow with two fingers looking, if possible, very tired.

"So this is their ninth victim this week and we can't track them. We have no idea who they are and they to fast to catch by hand. We are powerless." I mumbled. Both the gods let out a painful sound that could only be registered as defeat.

"What are we gonna do?"

There was a whimper. My nails dug into my arm, which I had been gripping, and I felt the slow trickle of blood. He had hurt my sister. I nearly broke the door by how fast I opened it. Now being bi-polar you switch moods and personalities. Like masks. You have a mask for each different things you do and everywhere you go. At the moment I was fumbling for my I'm-going-to-kill-you mask. Didn't take long to find it. Brennion had Erin by the collar of her shirt and she had a pencil pushed in his rib as a warning while Nate was yelling at the both of them to stop. My brain was in killing mode. It commanded my limbs on what to do, not I. I watched through the glass windows of my eyes my hand grab Brennion and throw him at a wall, tear the pencil from Erin's hand and push her on a bed. I think mine. I couldn't tell. Anger was coursing my veins like a junkie on drugs. Nathan, like the smart boy he was, backed away.

"Kiley-" Brennion attempted, whispering but I punched him. Again.

"Kiley!" Erin this time. I only pushed her. I had never really punched Erin before, but I wasn't planning on it. Though my hands felt the need. So my fist struck her jaw with a hard snapping sound. She fell back.

"Kiley stop it!" Nathan. He to felt my strength. Though he was quick enough to dodge my uppercut not my swift kick to the side of the head.

"Kiley please!" Brennion caught my fist and pulled me against his chest. I struggled to break from his iron grip but he was much stronger than I. He knotted his fist in the back of my shirt for an extra grip.

"Mommy?" DJ walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes with one hand because his teddy bear occupied his other. My mother instinct made me get up and pick him up. He buried his face in my shoulder with a cute little sigh.

"Why is everyone talkin' so loud?" He whispered into my shoulder. I glanced at Athena who was holding her hands up. I walked over to her and she took DJ from me. DJ felt just as comfortable in her arms as mine, she was his grandmother after all. I just found it odd is all. Poseidon, on the other hand, had fallen asleep. And so had Percy. Like father like son.

"Whats wrong baby?" Athena asked in her grandma voice, not her god voice. Which two very different things. DJ rubbed his face in her jacket. His answer was mumbled. I gave my mother a look and she whispered, "Can't sleep." I nodded.

"Why not?" He sighed. Athena's face morphed. She cast a glance upstairs then held DJ out to me.

"I'll be right back." Was all she said and walked upstairs very gracefully, slow but quick.

"Damn it Kiley!"

"Let me go! Let me go! I don't I don't I don't!" Brennion had me pinned on my bed, my shoulders under his large callused hands, and his knees pushing my legs together so I couldn't move. He said I could get up when I admitted I love him. The problem was I didn't love him anymore. I hated him. Erin was hurt, not so much physically but mentally. The fact that I had punched her was enough to make her cry silently on her bed, holding her bleeding lip. Nate was passed out on the floor. I had kicked him a little to hard.

"Kiley just say it!" Brennion was a looming figure with black hair above me. Annoying and ever present. Had I still been infatuated with him I would have cared that he was shirtless and so close to me, on my bed. But I didn't care. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to slip my legs out of his grip and knee him.

"I don't love you anymore Brennion! You're a jerk and I hate you! What does it matter anyway!?" Something broke. I could literally hear it snap. Brennion slowly got off of me and slid to the floor. His face buried in his hands. He mumbled something.

"What?" I rubbed my shoulder, his weight had been a little to much on me.

"I said I love you, you bitch!" He shot me a murderous look that was diluted by his tears. Shock nearly stopped my heart. It was at that time my grandmother chose to walk into the room. Everyone conscious looked up at her.

Her ink colored hair was pulled back in a perfect pony tail that splashed onto her silver pea coat. She wore gladiator heels with her white jeans that came up only a couple inches past her ankles. With her she always held a flawless grace that when I was little I tried to imitate. I took her shoes off while she was sitting on the couch talking and put them on. She had laughed when I fell after a couple steps. She looked happy and oh so lovely then, now she looked angry.

"What is going on in here?" Her voice was steal. That was another thing I had awed about my grandmother, how she could sound so strong with such a quit voice. I glanced around the room; Erin was still holding her lip crying, Nathan was still passed out and Brennion refused to look at me. I could only imagine how I looked.

"Ah, nothing." I managed. Brilliant Kiley. Athena pointed her finger at me and beckoned me. I lifted myself with a sigh, stepping carefully over Brennion who's shoulders shook while still his face was hidden from me. My grandmother grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the hall, closing the door behind us. Her grey eyes scanned me.

"Whats going on in there?" Her knuckles rapped the door softly to emphasize. I shrugged. Lying by omission.

"Kiley." Of course I never could hide anything from this woman. She always seemed to know….well, everything.

"We got in a fight. I punched a couple people and I think I might have killed Nate….." She wasn't laughing.

"Alright! I'm sorry! We'll stop. I'll send the guys out." She still said nothing. I sighed.

"What?" still nothing. With my grandma she spoke when she felt the need, not because she enjoyed conversation. She was strange like that. I rolled my eyes. For that she smacked the back of my head.

"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady!" I did it again to annoy her, which got me a smile. I couldn't help it. With my whole world crashing in around me at the moment it was something I needed. I fell in her arms. Well, I fell on her and her arms wrapped around me. In her heels she was a couple inches taller than me so it was easier to hug her. Her fingers toyed with the ends of my hair while I cried a little on her nice coat. She seemed to know I was crying, even though I was attempting to hide it, because her grip on me tightened.

"Sweetheart, whats wrong?" I laughed despite myself. My grandmother had always had trouble with those kind of grandma nicknames. I let my self go deeper into her, hands knotting around her coat and face in the crook of her neck.

"It was a horrible day is all. And that fight, the one you just walking in on, that didn't help." Athena tousled with the curls cascading down my back in dirty ringlets. My muscles relaxed and I seemed to drift half way into sleep. Having my hair played with did that to me.

"I thought you liked stories Kiley?" Stories, what the hell is she-oh that's right. We had told mom and dad that the four of us were leaving to listen to the story reading at the library today. I sighed and pulled away from my grandmother, regretting missing her warm touch and sweet smell.

"I do Grams, it's just……," I paused and looked at her, her full attention was on me with total concern, "This story didn't sit well with me." Athena slid down the wall next to where I had just sat. Her hand rested on my knee and she offered me a smile.

"Enlighten me." I returned her smile with one of my own, unconsciously leaning over and resting my head on her shoulder.

"The story was about a girl about my age, I can't recall her name," Her steady breathing created a rhythmic rate for my speaking, with every breath she let out every sentence I spoke, "She had a normal life by the seeing eyes of the people she lived and loved with but when no one was looking she and her small group of rebel force fought evil. Or evil she though, every time she killed.

"She had been informed in her years of childhood, when she was near eleven years old. A man wearing an old fashioned cloak, the darkest of black she had ever seen and the hood hiding the mans identity. He walked into the yard she played in, her sister and two boys she grew up with playing with her, his hands held out to them as if he expected them to run to him. When they did not he spoke. His voice was ragged and hard like the sound of a knife being drug across a steel plate. The man had the children sit down and from there on explained the lies a world can hold. He told the children there were horrible people in the world that wanted to hurt them and their family and the only way to keep them safe was to kill these bad people. The children were innocent in mind and body so they became confused why these people would hurt them. As far as they knew they had never done anything to cause irritation in anyone else. The man smiled in his talking.

"He told the children that these people were mindless, incapable of feeling, they would fight whatever you did and killed ruthlessly. So the children trained so that when the time came they could kill. The girl took he first life at age 13. A strange high coursed her body when she saw the blood run off the dead body of this terrible man. She smiled and turned to her company, telling them that they were now a group to kill. This went on there after for many years until the girl came to the age of 16. They went after a man this time who was in love. They killed this man but not after he gave the girl respect for his death and begged her not to harm the girl he loved. This girl, who had been killing his kind for years, was utterly shocked. This had never happened before. Could it be that she was lied to? That these "bad" people weren't bad after all? That this whole time she was killing innocent people? The girl didn't know but she didn't want to care. She left. She found out that the man she had loved her whole life was nothing but a narcissistic jerk and she wasn't going to let her heart flutter after him any longer." I blinked back tears. My grandmother was still, her breathing hard to hear because she was taking in air much slower. She looked to be thinking.

"I agree Kiley my dear, that is a terrible story. I surely hope children weren't present." Athena smiled, kissed my cheek, and stood. I stayed sitting.

"I'm afraid it's getting late Kiley, I'm sure your mother wants you sleeping. And I myself am rather tired so, if you will, goodnight dear." With that Athena left the hall, walking slowly down the stairs. I sighed. I had just told my grandmother my life story. A run down version of it anyway, and everything that had happened today. With another sigh I heaved myself of the floor and turned to go inside my room. Brennion was standing in the doorway. My mouth suddenly felt very dry. He glanced over his shoulder then shut the door, forcing me to step back as he came forward.

"Kiley I'd like to talk to you." My heart was screaming in protest while my pride wondered what amusement this would bring. He walked over to the railing and leaned up against it casually, looking at me with eyes full of nothing but blank feelings.

In the dim light of the hall his hair was like black onyx after a second coat of polish and beads of water rolled down his bare chest. The tattoo his mother and father had got for him before Brennion could remember anything seemed to swirl thicker than blue but more black, up and down his muscle coated rib cage and spilling over onto his shoulder. I followed its patterns with my eyes until I finally noticed Brennion was talking.

"……even listening!?" I bit my lip. If I wanted our friendship the way we had it was before I could kiss it good-bye because Brennion wasn't looking happy.

"I'm sorry Brennion, I have a lot on my mind. I wasn't really listening, what did you say?" He glared a good minute before speaking.

"I asked if you really hate me. Like you," His voice dropped to a whisper, forcing me to move closer to hear him, "Like you said." Before I could say yes the word no dropped out of my mouth. Brennion looked at me in surprise.

"You-you don't?" My body betrayed me yet again.

"No of course not Brennion. I couldn't hate you." Yes I can! Yes I can! What are you doing!? Arrrrg! Stupid heart! Brennion smiled and jumped down from the railing. He came so close his hair brushed my forehead and the air in my chest turned to tight ropes constricting me.

"Good," He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, moving it slowly into my hair until I was sure I was going to burst into flames, " Because I could never hate you." Then he did something I had dreamed he would do my whole life. Something I had seen him do to other girls (which peeved my sister to no end) but I never imagined he would do to me. He kissed me.

My nerves sizzled with joy and I became delirious. His lips were warm like summer rain (see? I even sound stupid to myself) but sweet tasting. At first his kiss was gentle, just a brush of the lips but then, as my arms moved on their own accord up his chest and around his shoulders, it became more fierce. His hands knotted in my hair and he began pushing so hard I had to move to the tips of my toes to keep my lips on his. But I wanted it. I felt like someone who had just wandered out of a dessert after days with no water and Brennion was a river. I needed him. He made a soft noise that could have been a sigh, making me tremble a little.

"Kiley," He said, his lips still lightly touching mine, both our eyes closed, "Kiley I love you." My heart stopped. What had I done? My eyes flew open and I pushed him away, already feeling tears streaming down my cheeks. The look of hurt that engulfed his features because of me made me choke on my tears and run into my room, locking the door behind me. From behind the door he knocked once, softly saying my name, but left when I didn't answer.

"Kiley, I want to-" Erin began until she saw I was crying. She was sitting on her bed, dried blood coming from the corner of her mouth. She had looked angry when first I turned around, then she noticed my pain and held her arms out. I fell on her. One thing about having a twin was no matter how angry you were with the other nothing could make you stay that way if your sister was hurting. I curled into a ball in her lap, making myself as small as possible. Her arms seemed to be around me the way a gate protects a house, keeping me safe from my own self.

"Kiley-" I shook my head. She didn't try for getting information again. I just cried on her neck until things went blurry and my head was spinning from all the crying. I became to tired to let anymore tears escape. Erin seemed to be asleep already because she back into the safely of her bed. I fell right along with her, into the land of dreams

Arrrrg! I hate this chapter guys! It sucks! I think I'm going to quit this story. This might be the last chapter…….