So yeah I had a couple (literally 2) people help with my Jason and Pipes kid. I'm shooting for Brooklyn (thanks!) And aren't most kids sweet? (Haha bullshit!) So I made the other 7+more kiddies seem all sweet and stuff, I'm thinking well... you'll see. Also, I bumped up the rating because I think the next chapters are going to be... gruesome. (Don't like blood? Either skip or don't read. Whatever)

Oh and I've always kinda loathed those stories when all the demigods children just HAPPEN to be exactly the same age, including Frazel's. Its really annoying. The only ones who are the same age in this are the twins and Percabeths 1st child. :)

Chiara POV

"Papa?" Jere's voice cracked, and in any other circumstance, it would have been funny. Danny stood in front of me slightly, and Jere in turn, stood slightly in front of both of us.

I knew that the man standing in front of us wasn't papa, but he was. He looked different though. Shorter, younger, more hardened around the edges. His black jeans hung low on his hips, but not like those gangsters from those old movies, more like his jeans were just too big. He had a black hoodie on and even though it was black, I could see a blood trail running down his arm.

"Children. Recognize me?" His voice was slightly higher too, like his voice had just broken and he was getting used to the fact that it had changed.

"Chiara. Go get dad," Jeremiah said softly. Papa chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't think she will," I saw a knife gleam under his coat. I instinctively reached for my bow and arrows, but they were sitting next to me, leaning innocently against my bag. Danny, though, reached for his pen.

"Nope!" Papa cackled slightly. I didn't even see him flick his wrist, but he did, and the dagger pierced through the air with deadly precision. The small- what I'm guessing is celestial bronze- dagger embedded its way straight into Danny's leg. He groaned out loudly in pain and fell to one knee. I swallowed slightly. The dagger had hit him right under the pocket.

"Why don't we just stay and chat. Why don't we do that? I think that would be nice," He smiled smugly at us and directed his pitch black gaze at me. "Close the door honey?" I gulped and closed it with my foot. I am so not turning around. I knelt down next to Danny as Jere took a stance in front of us.

"What do you want? Who are you? You aren't my papa,"

"Oh but I am." Papa grinned, evil lacing his whole face. I've never seen him grin like that before. Never. "But I am not here to kill you two, my young twins," he sighed. "Jeremiah. Step away from Danny. I only want him."

"No,"

"I will kill you. Without a seconds thought," he seemed delighted at the thought. I shuddered, but kept my attention on Danny.

"Danny? Danny honey?" I whispered to him. He looked up at me and a small, lopsided grin appeared.

"Yes sugar?" Even when I was so, so scared, he made me think of better times.

Flashback

"So if you just like... sing... you'll go all Apollo on us?" Brooklyn asked, daughter of Jason and Piper. We were sitting huddled at Danny's house, all six of us.

Sammy was wrapped in about three blankets, her shaggy dark brown hair the only thing telling us she's even there. As well as her eyes peeping out from the blankets now and again. She's almost 4 years younger than us, and I'm reminded of that every day. Luce (pronounced Loo- see) was sitting in Jere's lap, almost asleep. She is the exact replica of Danny, in every way but personality. She was curled up a tight ball in Jere's lap. He didn't seem to mind though.

Brooklyn was sitting next to me, an indepth conversation about my new powers at hand. She's beautiful, I'll give you that, but older than us, and way more hormonal. She talks non-stop about boys and boys who ride motorcycles. I shrugged. For my 13th birthday I had gotten a few healing powers. It's pretty cool, but I'm jealous of Jere. He got papa's sword. Brooklyn was dressed as she usually was. In black. Just because she was wearing pajamas doesn't mean she can't wear black. At 17 she had decided goth was divine and nothing could stop her. Her hair was blond, but she says that adds to the affect. Her eyes though, are a deep rich black. So black that I can hardly see her pupils.

We were all in a circle on the floor. Jere next to Brooklyn and Sammy, Sammy next to Danny, Danny next to me and then Brooklyn next to me.

"Look can we talk about something else?" I asked. Danny piped up then, grinning mischievously.

"Truth or dare?" So of course that began. Sammy dared Danny to kiss the girl closest to him that wasn't her (never knew nine year olds dared that kind of stuff) and it was either me or Brooklyn. I didn't really pay attention, though. Who, in their right mind, would pick a 13 year old awkward girl over a extremely hot (we all know it) 17 year old? No one.

But he did. Danny, quick as the Flash, turned to me and pressed his lips to mine. I was caught off guard and I was momentarily still. After three or four seconds he parted and turned around, daring Jere to lick a fire hydrant, with no pants on (boxer briefs on of course). I touched my lips and Brooklyn grinned at me. "First kiss?" She whispered. I nodded stiffly.

"Well... good guy for it to be," couldn't agree more. Even though I didn't like Danny in that kind of way, its nice to know my first kiss was with someone I like and someone that I will always like. After truth or dare, we all settled in for a movie on Danny's single bed. We all squished in (apart from Luce who fell asleep, and Jere put her in a small sleeping bag. Brooklyn was giving Jere a nookie and Sammy was giggling. While they were distracted Danny leaned over to me.

"I'm sorry for stealing your first kiss,"

"That's okay, just don't tell Papa. Or Dad," he chuckled and shook his head.

"Did you know that you taste like sugar?" I asked. He licked his lips and shrugged.

"No. But you taste like honey, honey," he cracked a grin and I returned it.

"Sugar," I said. From that point on whenever we were alone together we'd call eachother that.

Flashback over

I wiped a sweaty chunk of hair away from his face and smiled. "You'll be fine. We're going to get you out of here,"

"Oh no he won't be fine. Not at all. He will lose too much blood soon. Pass out, then die. And if for some bazaar reason you both somehow make it out of here alive, he will have a very nasty scar and maybe even muscle and tendon problems. If he doesn't get an amazing healer, he may have a limp forever," Danny shuddered under my arms and cupped his bleeding wound, trying to stoptth rush of blood. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it tightly around his upper leg, making a terrible way of stopping the blood.

"Hmm. Nice try. He's still going to die," Papa turned his attention back to Jere. I felt extremely claustrophobic. I'm a hostage in my brothers room, by my papa. I'm so utterly tired it hurts.

Papa sat majestically on Jere's bed. He seemed relaxed, but behind the relax I sensed a certain rigid that meant he was ready for a fight, if one came. He flipped his shaggy black hair back in a teenage manner. I raised an eyebrow. Papa looks like he's in his 20's. I realized that, just by that motion.

Behind me the door opened. I spun around to see Dad and Uncle P. Dad looked at the bed, but when I looked over my shoulder, it was empty. Uncle P looked at his son on the floor and almost a heart attack. "Son what happened?" He demanded, leaning down.

"Monster. Disguised as a human. He threw the dagger at him when we didn't see him. Coward," Jere spoke up. Dad sucked in a breath between his teeth and knelt next to Danny.

"Okay Danny." Dad looked at me. "Lie him down for me. Jere go put the bags in the car. Perce, does he have water powers?"

"Umm... not really. Mainly just knowing where water is I guess, and slight healing,"

"Well go grab a bucket, there's one in the garage. Fill it with water. Bring up here and help me heal him."

Meanwhile, I had taken one of his hands and slipped my hand behind his back. I gently lowered him down and grabbed one of Jere's pillows. I slipped it under his head. "Dad what do you want me to do?" I asked. Danny's grip on my hand became tighter.

"Stay with him. Alright? Make sure he doesn't pass out. Remember our lessons a few weeks ago with helping the pain?" I nodded. "Well then help him with the pain. If you can. Remember, if it gets too much, stop immediately."

"Yes Dad,"

Weeks passed, months passed. A lone boy, the age of 18 or so, stood on the side of a busy New York road. His hood up, he took out a small, leather bound notebook from his jacket pocket. The first page read the ones closest to him.

Danny Jackson (14)

Luce Jackson (10)

Emilia Valdez (6)

Freya Valdez (6)

Zoella Valdez (6)

Silena Rodriguez (8)

Charlie Rodriguez (8)

Macy Rodriguez (2)

Sammy Zhang (9)

Kelly Stoll (11)

Margy Stoll (3)

Lilly Stoll (4)

Rose Stoll (4)

Linette Stoll (5)

Ruby Stoll (5)

The young man brought out a black ink pen, crossing out a name, a small girl who lived in Tennessee with her demigod parents. He sighed. "It's going to be harder than I thought,"

So hi y'all! This is getting interesting (and strangely predictable. Grrr). I've decided I'm going to update every Sunday, and maybe Wednesday's depending on how much homework I'll have. Also, my very first review ever, I would like to comment on it. So I'm trying to not make everyone evil because I know you're right, but Neeks just has to be a smidge evil. Sorry. And please evryone tell me when (because it will probably happen) the characters are OC please.

Stay safe, be kind to one another (Haha Ellen), see you next time!