A guest asked is Percy really that cocky? In the books no, but in this story he is because he's not the same Percy we all know and love. He's cold and angry and feels betrayed; he thinks they are all inferior to him!

Disclaimer: PJO is not mine – it is Rick Riordans.

Sorry – it's a bit short!

Percy didn't know what to feel. For a whole year he had despised this camp and everyone in it wanting nothing more than for them to suffer in Tartarus. And now he was back and he had to help them win a war he didn't want to be in. seeing everyone at camp brought back bad memories, memories he would rather forget. But the look of devastation on that stuck up daughter of Athena – that he wanted to remember.

He looked out his cabin window and watched as the campers return to their daily activities, shock plastered on their faces. He smirked as Zeus' spawn helped stuck up princess back to her cabin. Yes Percy was livid about being back here but seeing everyone's reactions to him being back, seeing the hurt and crestfallen looks on their faces almost made it worth it. Almost.

He watched as a few campers glanced at his cabin but none approached it. Good he thought, if they did they would meet the end of his sword and be turned into a sheesh kebab. He looked around at his cabin. He didn't want to stay here, he didn't want to be recognised as Poseidon's child but he felt drawn to it. The cabin didn't do anything to him, when everyone treated him like crap he would escape here where no one bothered him. He guessed that's why he wanted to bunk here, it was better than having to share a cabin with those no good, selfish so called family of his.

He took Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped the top. The sword appeared in all its glory. It had changed to a shiny black colour. Percy always liked to think it was because his soul was as black as night and the sword reflected that. He swung it around experimentally. He smirked as it gracefully cut the air in two, obeying his every move.

But then he recognised a photo of him, Annabeth, Grover, Thalia and Nico, smiling at the camera with their arms around each other. Anger bubbled up inside him as he stared at the happy faces of those he hated. A growl ripped its way through his throat as he slammed Riptide through the top of his bedside table and straight through the face of the Annabeth. The table splintered and collapsed, making a lot of noise. He watched as a few nervous campers skittered further away from the cabin and exchanged fearful glances.

Percy took a few deep breaths. He had to get his emotions under control like he had learnt to do. He couldn't and wouldn't let his emotions get in the way of his job. The quicker he completed the task, the quicker he could get the hell out of here and away.

Riptide shrunk back into pen form and he put in back into his pocket. He needed to be cold Percy, the Percy that doesn't care. He locked away all his emotions and feelings and opened his cabin door. There was no point in wallowing here; he may as well do something useful.

He pulled back his cabin door and strode out, ignoring those that looked his way.

Annabeth was vaguely aware of Thalia helping her to her cabin. She felt as Thalia lowered her on to her bed and brushed away the hair that stuck to her tear stained face.

"Annabeth?" Thalia asked her gently. She looked up to Thalia's face and saw her own grief mirrored on her face.

"What happened to him Thalia?" she asked as more tears cascaded down her blotched face. "How could he be so… evil?" she whispered.

"I don't know" Thalia answered gripping her hands.

"We were so worried about him and all along he was fine. How could he do that?" Annabeth asked her grief disappearing and anger bubbling to the surface.

"He changed Annabeth; he's not the same Percy we knew. After the way we treated him for months it was bound to have some sort of effect on him" Thalia stated, but that just got Annabeth madder.

"It wasn't out fault Thalia, there was some sort of spell that caused us to do that." Annabeth ranted, standing up and clenching her fists. Thalia stood up with her.

"But he doesn't know that, does he? He thinks it was really us doing that to him. I mean you heard him back there. He doesn't care about us anymore" Thalia declared. Annabeth strode out of her cabin, Thalia hot on her heels.

"Annabeth where are you going?" she asked frantically trying to tug on her arms.

"He needs to know it wasn't us." She answered and watched as Percy exited his cabin and walked towards the woods, deliberately not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Percy" she shouted but he ignored her.

"Annabeth are you trying to get yourself killed?" Thalia asked standing on front of her but Annabeth shrugged her off and carried on walking.

"PERCY, DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!" she hollered and ignored everyone's wide eyed stares of amazement and fear.

"Annabeth please…" Thalia started but she interrupted her.

"PERSEUS JACKSON" she screamed, hoping using his full name (which he hates) would get him to at least acknowledge her. He stopped his furious walking but didn't turn around. She took that as her opportunity and briskly walked up to him.

"Percy?" she asked, standing five feet away from him, she didn't want him to hurt her which she knew he was capable of doing now.

"What?" he asked coldly, turning around. His face was contorted into one where it didn't show any emotions at all, not anger, hate, anything. It was like he was impassive to the whole situation.

"Please just listen to me. The way I treated you, the way the whole camp treated you, for all those months it wasn't us. The gods they found that a spell had been put on everyone. When we found out it was too late. You were already gone. We searched Percy. We searched everywhere for you but you just disappeared, please you've got to believe me" she pleaded, her stormy grey eyes sparkling with tears of fear and desperation. The whole camp was quiet. People gathered in groups and watched as she tried to reason with him.

Percy let out a humourless laugh, his eyes a dark cold green instead of their normal vibrant colour.

"Take you long to cook up that little story? I thought a spawn of Athena could do better than that" he snarled, preparing to turn around and carry on his journey until Annabeth sprung forward and grabbed his arm.

"It's true" she declared, but gingerly removed her arm when she felt Percy begin to shake in anger.

"You expect me to believe that? You lot and your selfish ways thinking your all so much…" but he trailed off an took a deep breath, calming himself down, the anger from his face disappearing.

"I've got better things to do than stand around and chat with scum like you" he said clearly and strode away into the woods, ignoring Annabeths pleas.

Annabeth turned around and walked back up to Thalia who embraced her, comforting her.

"You tried" she declared.

"Not hard enough" Annabeth muttered, angrily swiping the tears from her cheeks. She took her knife out of her pocket and glared at it.

"Fight with me in the arena? I need to blow off some steam" Annabeth requested and Thalia nodded, following behind her.

Annabeth hoped that training would take her mind off things – it didn't. She got distracted by thoughts of Percy and kept glancing at the woods, hoping he would emerge. She was mad at him for not believing her, mad at the fact he had changed so much but most of all she was upset. She had lost Percy for a year and got him back – or at least the thing that looks like him. The Percy she knew was loyal, kind and carefree and wouldn't wish his friends dead. This Percy, the Percy that returned to camp rather reluctantly was the complete opposite and Annabeth didn't know how to get him back. She was a daughters of Athena for crying out loud, she was good at making plans, but she didn't know where to start with Percy.

Campers screaming brought her out of her daydream. She looked towards Thalia's tree and saw monsters entering the camp. A few older campers already had their weapons ready and the Ares cabin were lining up holding their weapons looking furious.

Annabeth gripped her dagger tighter and nodded to Thalia. Just as they were about to run into battle a loud whistle echoed throughout camp. She looked around and saw Percy standing there, his head tilted to one side like a curious child, swinging his sword.

His eyes were cold, fearless, and he smirked an evil smile that made Annabeth cringe.

"This is what you call an army?" he scoffed before he charged into battle.

Sorry, I know it's short. My bad. Next chapter = A BATTLE, yay.

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