Hello fellow fanfictioners! Thank you guys so much for the reviews, favourites and alerts. You guys rock (especially the reviewers) This chapter is a week after the last chap.

Gwendolyn's house only had one extra room, so Nico and I had to share. Helen, Gwendolyn's mom, had gone out to get us some school supplies after us lending her the money. After checking for any homing devices, Nico and I started a conversation. We seemed to check for bugs wherever we went.

"So what's the plan?" Nico asked.

"For what?" He rolled his eyes.

"Killing Annabeth."

"Oh, right." Most of our targets were in middle aged, and we just led them to an alleyway and did our job. "Why not our usual approach?"

"Because we're talking a teenage girl. She'll probably be walking with her friends, like at my school. I swear, it's like there's an invisible chain keeping them together."

"Nico, as much as I love listening to the rants about your school, it doesn't help. Why can't we just kill her friends too?" I said, before his rant could start up too much.

"Wouldn't you get suspicious if a group of friends were murdered at the same time, same place and the same way?"

"And if she's in a gang?"

"Percy, did you even read the files? If she was, it have been written down."

"Fine. We have to figure out away to get her alone with us. For that to happen, she has to trust us."

"Befriend her then."

"Isn't that a bit cruel? Getting her to trust us fully, then stab her in the back?"

"Not fully. And let's see you come up with a better idea," he snapped.

"Fine, we'll do it your way."

"Great. You befriend, I kill."

"Why can't you befriend her?" I retorted.

"I will. But she should be closer with you instead. You're more likeable, and I suck at making friends."

"I call it a plan worthy Athena," I stated sarcastically.

"Hardly." We heard the door open.

"Percy! Nico!" Helen called. "Come pack your stuff, school is starting Monday!" We went downstairs and fond a bunch of bags lying on the ground.

"Helen, you bought us way to much stuff. The money we gave you couldn't buy all this!" She just waved me off.

"Nonsense. As Gwendolyn's friend, I have the right to buy you whatever I want. I miss her, I haven't seen her in years. Is she all right?"

"She's doing great."

"Please tell her to visit next time you see her."

"Of course."

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Our schedule was the same as Annabeth's, so we got homeroom with her. We listened to the teacher, Mr. Blofis, call out two names before calling Annabeth's.

"Annabeth Chase."

"Here." I looked over to see the speaker. Annabeth had honey blonde hair, with natural curls which instantly reminded me of when my mom would read me bedtime stories when I was four, with the pictures of princesses in them. She had nicely toned skin, which was obviously natural, unlike a few other kids who had artificial tans. She wore no makeup, and her left ear was slightly larger than her right, but it was hardly noticeable. She had the body of a track runner; lean and slightly muscled. She was wearing a leather necklace with a few beads on it, which looked like the handiwork of a five year old. She was wearing a dark grey tank top. She did have a slight bruise on her shoulder though, but it was obviously not the work of a human being. Obvious for me anyway. Being a murderer does have consequences, and that's includes the victim putting up a fight. I've had my share of bruises, and I could tell hers was caused by a ball of some sort. All in all, she looked pretty attractive, but her eyes totally ruined the image. They were a vivid grey; a rare eye-colour. They were pretty intimidating, even though she just looked bored. I could only imagine how they would look when she was angry. I decided that she would be the type to put up a good fight and leaving me with injuries before Nico and I were done with her. What joy.

"Perseus Jackson." I heard snickers from some of the other students. I could feel my jaw tightening, but I kept an emotionless face.

"It's Percy, Sir," I said in a tone that was a mix between respect and warning. Mr. Blofis looked at me a few seconds, before deciding my tone meant respect. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I looked around the room. I saw Annabeth's eyes boring into me, seeming as though she could see right into my soul. She looked away as soon as I saw her.

Pretty soon, we got free period, and we spent it in the general area Annabeth hung out. Which was mainly in the hallway. Annabeth had stopped to get something from her locker, and she was hanging out with a black haired girl, who we couldn't get a good look at. Our lockers were right across from hers. Nico had went to go to the washrooms. I leaned against my locker, and stuck my earbuds in, and acted as though I was just waiting for a friend. I focused in on Annabeth's and her friend's conversation.

"Did you meet the two new guys?"

"Which ones?" the voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"The two dark haired ones. One of them is right across from us. They've already had all my classes, and I think they're following me." There was a moment of silence, as though the other girl was turning her head to look at us. I heard her swear under her breath.

"Annabeth, whatever you do, stay away from those guys." There was the sound of feet coming towards me. I ignored it, until it was only a couple few feet from where I was standing. Before I realized what was happening, I found my cheek against the locker door, and my right arm behind my back, which was in a position that could easily dislocate it. I remembered who she was!

"What are you doing here Jackson?"

"Since when have we been on a last name basis Grace?" She pulled my arm up a little higher, and I let a out small small moan.

"I'll ask you again Jackson. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

"Same as you Cuz, getting an education."

"You live in New York."

"I moved." She scoffed and pulled my arm a bit higher.

"Yeah right. Who are you after this time?"

"No one." She pushed my face into the locker even more.

"It's Annabeth, isn't it. Your schedules are the same, and you've been following her."

"Pure coincidence."

"I don't believe in coincidences." I felt her being yanked off me and heard a slam on the locker door next to me. I pried my cheek off the locker door.

"Let her go Nico. She wouldn't hurt us majorly, not in front of all these people." Nico slowly let go of her shoulders. I started rolling my right shoulder until it relaxed.

"What do you want Thalia?" he snarled at her. Thalia was another one of our cousins. She was a daughter of Zeus, and was recruited the same time Nico and I were. When we were thirteen, only a year after joining the MoA, we were given a chance to join the rebellion. Nico and I were too naive, and we declined. Thalia however, didn't want to kill, even though she never got a mission, and joined. We haven't seen her since.

She had black spiky hair that barely reached her shoulders, bright, dark blue eyes and a splash of freckles across her nose. She was wearing eyeliner, which made you stare at her eyes, but that was the only makeup she wore. She was wearing a Green Day T-shirt and dark blue denim shorts. She wore a silver bracelet; the last gift from her now deceased mother. She had a little brother, Jason. He was also part of the MoA, and was partners with Leo Valdez.

"I could easily ask you the same thing Nico," she snarled back.

"Thalia, why did you try beating up the new kid?" Annabeth asked from behind me. My hand went to my pocket, and I grabbed onto the hilt of Riptide.

"They're my cousins. I was just joking around," she lied.

"It's our greeting. We haven't seen each other in years," Nico said, playing along. Annabeth turned to me.

"Well? What do you have to say?"

"I'm out of practice," I replied. I should've recognized Thalia the minute I saw her. I should've realized what was happening when she came over. Annabeth just raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by chanting down the hall.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"What the hell?" Thalia muttered.

We ran over to the crowd. They were forming a ring around five people. I pushed myself over to the front.

One of them was a freshman boy, with messy, dirty blonde hair, large glasses covering his light brown eyes, and was wearing a khaki coloured plaid shirt and dress pants. His hands were balled up in fists, and had a determined look in his eyes.

The others appeared to be seniors, wearing t-shirts with the arms ripped off, and pre-ripped jeans. The leader was the shortest of them, but had broad shoulders, and stood up tall, acting as though he was big and strong, but it was pretty obvious he wasn't. He had eyes like a bull, and dark, shaggy hair. He had no tattoos that I could see, unlike his friends. His posse were all taller and bigger than him, with bulging muscles. I wouldn't be surprised if they took steroids. Their arms were covered in tattoos and scars. One of them had a military hair cut, the other had dirty blond short cropped hair, and the last one had brown, unkempt hair. They were just laughing mockingly at the boy.

"Give it back!" At this, they laughed even more.

"Go show 'im who's boss aroun' here Joe," the leader instructed. The guy with the unkempt hair stepped up to the boy. He picked him up easily off the ground by the collar of his shirt. He raised his fist back, and I saw a tattoo of a sickle on the top of his hand. The mark of being in Kronos's Army. I took a few steps toward them, and caught Joe's fist just before it contacted the boy's jawbone. Joe just smirked at me, and tossed the boy to the rest of his gang. He drew his left fist up. I glared at Joe and squeezed his fist until I heard a satisfying crack, before his fist even moved toward me. His eyes widened and he dropped me, clutching his right fist. A girl, his girlfriend I'm assuming, rushed up to him.

"Oh, Joey? Did that puny sophomore hurt you?" I almost snorted. It was obvious she was trying to comfort him, but the words sounded as though she was pointing out how weak he was.

I saw the group, and they started shoving the boy around, punching him and laughing. I went up to the leader and picked him up the same way Joe picked up the boy. I saw Nico pulling the boy away from the other two, and he started throwing punches at their faces, while trying to dodge the ones thrown his way. Eventually, the guy with the military cut escaped, and yanked me off the dark haired guy. He landed a punch in my jaw, and was aiming another one for my throat, but I easily ducked and punched him in the stomach, but that only sent him back a step. I popped my jaw back in place.

"You're cowards, weak," I taunted. "It takes four of you to beat up one scrawny kid, doesn't it?" He stepped up to me and raised his fist again, but a teacher intervened.

"Enough. You four, in my office. Now!" She demanded the gang. They followed her into the office. Joe's girlfriend came up to me.

"Don't think you're getting away with this kid. We'll be back, and we won't let you off as easy." I almost scoffed at her, but she turned around and headed to her next class.

An Indian boy went over to the boy, who was now covering his bloody nose, and helped him stand up. They walked over to me.

"Thank you for helping my friend. I am Ray Mandali and this is Corey Bailer." he said, in a thick Urdu accent.

"I'm not on good terms with them anyway. Who are they anyway?"

"A local gang. Matt Sloan is the leader, the guy with the military cut is Marrow Sucker, the man with the dark blond hair is Skull Eater, and the man who doesn't clean his hair is Joe Bob. Joe Bob's girlfriend is also part of the gang, and they call her Babycakes. They moved here in the middle of June last year, and used to live in Detroit. Joe Bob, Marrow Sucker and Skull Eater failed their Junior year."

"Weird names if you ask me."

"Do you know where the Nurse's office is? We are new here and do not know."

"Sorry, I don't. They might though." I gestured towards Thalia and Annabeth. Annabeth started leading them somewhere. I saw Nico talking with Thalia.

"For someone who's supposed to protect innocents, you weren't doing a good job."

"You seemed to be doing a good job on your own."

"We could've killed them."

"You wouldn't. Not in front of these people."

"We wouldn't have anyway."

"I know. You don't kill unless you have to, don't you?"

"Does that mean we're forgiven?"

"Not in the slightest. You made your choice, and you can't change that. You've killed a bunch of innocent people, and that can't be forgiven. I was being sarcastic anyway, you kill whenever you have the chance. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to." With that, she pushed past us and headed to the other end of the school.

"We've been apart too long Perce! Our own cousin wants our blood!"

"You're over exaggerating Nico."

"She thinks we kill for fun!"

"I can see why Nico. The Big Three do get bored and pick random people for us to kill."

"It's not like we have a choice."

"We do. However, the consequences of betraying the MoA is fatal. We can't let ourselves die like that."

"Thalia's still alive," he pointed out.

"It's too late for us, you know that. We'd be dead before we could find the rebellion."

"Right. We better do our job then. Before they think we're stalling."

"Right."

SPOILER ALERT! GO AWAY...BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. Sorry, it's too late.

The gang is important to the story, don't forget that ;). Percabeth will come...maybe...

REPLIES!

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