(Five years later, May 2005)

(Percy POV)

I sat on the bus going to the museum trying not to kill the red headed kleptomaniac girl behind me. Her name was Nancy Bobofit and she acted like she owned the place. She was annoying as all hell and I was failing miserably at controlling my anger. You see she was pelting my friend Grover with pieces of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. I mean who the hell eats peanut butter and ketchup sandwiches; it's against the very laws of nature it shouldn't exist. Any ways back to Grover.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny; every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

I was about one second from gutting her and removing her head from her shoulders. I breathed in slowly. 'Stay your blade from the blood of the innocent.' I repeated in my head.

The years the order spent training me was well worth it. I had become fit and was already skilled with a blade. I had helped my master in the assassin's matters. They taught me all I needed in the matters of the world.

Though not killing 'innocent' people right now was getting very difficult. I restrained myself for now since we were arriving at the museum. Only two teachers were on this field trip with twenty psychotic kids.

See I got into trouble at schools like these, especially on field trips. One incident in fifth grade was when we went to Saratoga battle field and revolutionary war cannon. I wasn't aiming for the bus, Honest. Fine maybe I was aiming at the teacher but missed. How the hell was I supposed to know the damn thing was loaded and ready to fire? And in fourth grade there was a trip to a behind the scenes tour of the marine world shark pool, I may have accidently hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and sent me and my class into the pool. That was only two of the many incidents I had. Anyway back to the present time.

The first teacher Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

The other teacher I knew hated me. Mrs. Dodd's was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. That had been fun. Poor bastard never stood a chance.

You see I had a bit of trouble in schools. I mean I knew everything there was to know from history to what the best poison to use to kill a target. What the fuck was the point of me going to school. I swear this was some practical joke on Thom's part. Though in reality I was here to find and recruit demigods I just don't know why I couldn't go as the janitor and not a student.

Though he went by the name of Mr. Brunner I knew his real name. Chiron trainer of heroes and such. I had found out with the help of Thomas and a few listening devices. Turns out Thomas was a clear sighted mortal and I was a demigod. Since then we've been trying to find out more information on the Greek gods and their enemies. We had found out their weaknesses and what weapons to use on them should the need arise.

We had carefully crafted several different weapons and found enchanted weapons. I had a pen that could turn into a sword and about any other weapon besides fire arms. The pen I had been a gift from an old demigod friend. He had been on his death bed and had given it to me. He was an assassin and a son of Hephaestus. My hidden blades that every assassin had were made of both celestial bronze and mortal steel. I had hundreds of small throwing knives and a large dagger that could've been a short sword.

The bus halted to a stop and we all scrambled off the bus to escape the madness of the children. Mr. Brunner led us through the exhibits looking at orange and black colored potter and statues of the gods and demigods achievements. I know it sounds Exciting right.

I loved history. I had studied all major cultures, wars and important events in the hopes of preventing them from repeating themselves. That was what we assassins were for. To keep history from repeating itself and to fight for the light from the shadows as my mentor once said.

I kept trying to pay attention to them but some people 'Cough'Bobofit'Cough' wouldn't shut up. I kept telling them to shut up but of course it came out louder than I meant. "Mr. Jackson do you have a comment?" Mr. Brunner asked."No sir." I said. Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele.

"Tell me Mr. Jackson what is this carving of?" He asked. "It's Kronos eating his children sir." I responded looking at the carving. "Why did he eat his children?" He asked yet again. "Because Kronos was the king of the titans and he was afraid of one of them over throwing him so he ate them. Only Rhea the mother of the gods swapped Zeus out with a rock. She hid Zeus away and later he came back and made his father throw his brothers and sisters up. The gods had still grown up in his stomach and so they had a long war and the gods won. The end." I said. A few of the kids snickered behind me.

"Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say in our job applications. 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'" Mumbled Nancy to her friends. "And why Mr. Jackson to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?" "Busted." Grover muttered. "Shut up." Nancy hissed her face even brighter red than her hair. Mr. Brunner seemed to be the only one who caught her doing anything wrong. I swear he had radar ears or some such thing. Or maybe he had listening devices, or hidden cameras, or…I'm really over thinking this.

"Kronos was arrogant and that got him killed. So don't be arrogant and don't abuse children?" I gave a guess. He nodded. "Not the best answer but well enough now let's go out and have lunch shall we?" Asked Mr. Brunner as Ms. Dodd's led the way out.

The guys were acting like doofuses and the girls were holding their stomachs. I absolutely hated school. The boys acted like dumbasses the girls talked and gossiped. There was no discipline no honor, no fun. Then again my definition of fun was hunting down my prey, and running through the trees and across rooftops.

I looked out up at the skies to see a large thunderstorm brewing. Since the winter solstice the weather seemed to be getting worse. It seemed like Poseidon and Zeus were having a hissy fit. Though about what I couldn't really say.

I walked over to Grover by the water fountain and sat down trying to eat my lunch. I looked around at the other school kids. The boys were pelting pigeons with lunchable crackers, and Nancy Bobofit was stealing from tourists, of course was turning a blind eye towards all of that.

Sighing I turned and looked into the water. I traced the scar across my left eye. My right was the old sea green and my left was electric blue. The official story was I had Heterochromia; the real story was Thomas gave me his eye three months into my training.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.

I was about to eat my food when Nancy Bobofit and her ugly friends appeared before Grover and dumped her half eaten lunch in his lap. "Oops."

She grinned at me with crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if someone spray painted liquefied cheetos on her face. I snapped right then and there.

I was mad. No mad was a fucking understatement. The entire assassin training about keeping cool went out the window in school. My mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears. I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain screaming. "Percy pushed me!"

seemed to materialize out of nowhere. 'So she's a monster.' I thought. No one could move that fast at least no one normal. Several of the kids were whispering amongst themselves.

"Did you see-""-The water-""Like it grabbed her."

As soon as was sure poor little Nancy was okay promising her a new shirt and that I would pay, ect, ect., turned towards me with a triumphant glint in her eyes like I did something she had been waiting for.

"Now honey.-"She started. "I know erasing workbooks for a month." I grumbled. Now some of you may be thinking don't guess your punishment it only makes it worse. Well this time there was a reason for me to do this.

She knew something, something that concerned me. That and I needed to know if there were other monsters about.

"Come with me." said.

Before I could move Grover stepped in. "Wait it was me. I pushed Nancy in." He yelped. I stared at him putting on a look of stunned. In reality I was looking for a reason for him to stand up for me. scared the life out of Grover. stared at him so intently that his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so Mr. Underwood." She said.

"But-"

"You-Will-stay-here." Grover looked honestly, scared shitless. "It's okay G-man." I told him. "Thanks for trying." "Honey." Barked "Now" Nancy smirked. I gave Nancy my best glare and inwardly smirked when she flinched.

I walked after . Eventually she stopped in the Greek section and stopped at the foot of a marble frieze of all the gods. She was growling at it and glared at it like she wanted to completely destroy it. And if she was what I thought she was she did want to pulverize it. She turned back to me and glared. "You've been giving us problems honey." She growled out.

"I'll try harder ma'am." I said. Dammit give me something anything, give me an Idea of why you're here. I thought to myself. "We're not fools Percy Jackson." She growled out. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out." 'Did she find out about the assassins or something else? Details, details.' I raged in my mind. "Confess and you will suffer less pain."

'Confess about what? It could be anything from that candy stash I have hidden to the orders secrets to all the kills I've made. What is it she wants?' "Well?" She demanded. I looked at her like she was a bit of an idiot. "Well what shit for brains?" I said.

She recoiled a bit when I said that. Guess she's not used to my bluntness when talking. "I've done a lot of things monster." I said. I slipped my hand into my pocket and gripped my pen, ready to use it at a moment's notice.

"Give it to us now?" She roared. "Give what back?" I said. "The test answers or the pouch of money hidden in your desk third drawer from the bottom on the left?" I asked. I couldn't give the last item back. I was desperate for cash and she kept on being a hag. As the saying goes 'Karmas a bitch'.

just stared at me. Her left eyes twitched just a bit. She pointed her finger at me dramatically eye still twitching. "You...That was you?" She said. "Give me back my damn money you piece of shit, sea scum." There was the everyone loathed and hated. "Yeaaah… you see about that." I said rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. She gave a howl of pure anger and lunged at me.

Her eyes glowed like red hot coals, her fingers stretched turning into talons. Her jacket melted into leathery wings. She didn't look normal now…Not that she ever did mind you. Now she was a shriveled hag with large leathery bat wings a mouth full of large yellowing pointy teeth, her fingers turned into talons meant to shred and tear, and glowing eyes.

'A fury. They sent a fucking fury. So I somehow managed to piss off the lord of the dead unknowingly and now I have to deal with his hag of a maid.' I thought. I pulled out my pen and thought of a sword. I uncapped the pen and it turned into a two foot long celestial bronze short sword. I swung the sword decapitating the fury. She exploded into a cloud of dust and blew away in the wind that didn't exist.

Well that's great. I am now being hunted by one of the most powerful things currently roaming the earth. With a damn near endless amount of monsters on my tail. No scratch that an endless amount of monsters. I forgot that they can't fucking die. It's like fucking call of duty except the enemy has endless respawns and you have you one life. But that in turn is a blessing and a curse. They keep coming but they become careless with their lives always charging in head first and not thinking about it. Then there were the ones that actually thought. They were the dangerous ones.

I snapped out of thoughts when thunder shook the building and lightning flashed across the sky. I capped my pen and walked back to the class. When I came out I saw the students getting ready to board the bus. I walked back to the class and looked at Mr. Brunner from the corner of my eye. He was looking at me suspiciously like he was trying to figure something, like a puzzle piece. I turned back and looked at Grover who was looking at me shocked, mouth agape and eyes wide.

"Might want to shut your mouth G-man or a fly might go in." I suggested. He quickly closed his mouth and looked at me somewhat suspiciously. And I would too if I knew what was and my friend went in with her and came back out without a scratch. "I hope whipped your butt." Sneered Nancy.

"Who?" I asked bored out of my fucking mind. " our teacher Duh!" She more or less yelled. Suddenly committing suicide seemed so much more appealing. I ignored her in favor of getting on the damnable bus. This was going to be a very long day.