A/N: The POV is switching to Teddy again, meaning the voices in his head are returning. Just be aware that the italics is the voice of the smart guy and the bold italics is the voice of the idiot. And the reason I'm updating two days in a row is because I'm going to San Francisco for Christmas:)

It was raining as I stepped into the empty subway. And subways were never empty in New York. I waited on the bench, shaking the water off my hair. Another man ran down the stairs from the rain and sat next to me. I didn't get a glimpse at his face but I knew exactly who he was. "Funny to see you here Dyson."

He was dressed in a black trench coat that covered his inner clothes. Other than that he had black gloves on which he took off and stuffed in his pockets. He waved to the air, "Oh well it's nice to enjoy a moment of peace and talk with an old friend."

"Old friend?"

Dyson pulled out a newspaper and showed it to me. I couldn't read the headline but I could see the picture. It was the abandoned power plant. My stomach tightened as I thought about the innocent boy I couldn't save. "You've caused me quite the trouble. More than half my organization has been destroyed. I'm impressed."

He took back the newspaper and sat quietly for a while. "You've proven that you're the most productive clone ever built. And I'm afraid you have been most… aggravating."

Well I guess this is how you'll go out. Listening to your creator talk about how amazing you are. "I will give you the choice. Leave this subway. Return to camp. And leave me alone. Or we can just end you right now."

Well that's a little unfair. He never gave us the choice. I thought more on what Kara said to me. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate but the sound of the incoming train distracted me. My legs carried me up. They seemed to want me to walk away. But that's not how I played. "I will never give up." I said.

He sighed and tossed the paper in the waste bin. He stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. "That is rather unfortunate."

With lightning fast speed he pushed me back with one hand, right into the train. I was stuck onto the side of the train, clinging for dear life as the train sped its way through the tunnels. Passengers gave me strange looks but they didn't seem to care much more than that. "Surprise!"

Dyson smashed my head into the window. Then the next. And the next. And the next. He was as strong as Kara and as fast too. He reached in for another window smash but I blocked his hand and jabbed him in his stomach. I climbed to the top of the train with Dyson right behind me. "You can't escape." He said.

He hooked left which I blocked but I missed the uppercut and it struck my jaw. I was dazed as he stalked towards me again. I tried to tackle him but he grabbed me by the shirt collar and slammed me onto the train roof, denting the metal. I stayed on the ground as he punched me again. "AARGH!"

He punched me through the ceiling and into the car. He landed on me and pulled a dagger out of his coat and tried to stab my face. I grabbed his wrists but he was still too strong. The dagger ran from under my left eye to my jaw. Blood blinded me as I pushed him off. I staggered up as he twirled his dagger around. "You can't beat me Teddy. I created you. I know all your tricks."

He swung at my head but I ducked, making him slice a pole. He lunged at my stomach but I sidestepped. I kicked the broken pole off the ground and held it up. Not the most useful weapon, but it was all I had. Dyson dodged my jab and brought his blade down towards my face. I quickly smacked the dagger out of his hands and jabbed his chest. He tripped over his coat and fell over. "Looks like there's some things you haven't learned about me."

I brought the pole down on his chest but he caught it with his hands. Once again I crashed straight through the ceiling. Dyson came back up wielding my pole. Nice. You lasted more than thirty seconds. That's twenty-nine more seconds than I did.

He swung at my feet but I jumped and kicked him in the stomach. Dyson groaned but he retaliated with speed. He jabbed me so that I was on the end edge of the train, trying to catch my balance. He gave a little push and I fell. Right onto the railing at the bottom. I climbed back on to the top where he looked surprised. "You've lasted longer than your previous counterparts. I'm impressed."

He swung at my side but I took the hit and tackled him off the train. Both of us clung to the side of the train. Nice tactic but attacking head on won't work. He jabbed my side with the pole while I just tried to cling to the train as best as I could. BLOCK!

My hand grabbed the pole on its own and wrestled for its control from Dyson. We were both holding onto the train with a hand and foot, meaning that if a wall came within three feet of the train we would smash right into it. And of course that was when a wye junction appeared. The walls were more than narrow enough to crush us. I let go of the pole and pressed myself against the train.

Dyson didn't notice the junction. I could've let the walls crush him. But I didn't. I pulled him close to the train as the wall skimmed our backs. When the walls grew wider I climbed back onto the ceiling, followed by Dyson. He was shocked and I was too. Why did you save him? Yeah, why?

"Interesting. You're really something special aren't you?" Dyson asked.

I was petrified as he swung the pole and whacked me out of the ball park. I fell on the rails, my bones feeling like they were on fire but nothing was broken. It took me hours to finally limp out to the next station where all the mortals stared at me funny. I groaned as I rested on a bench. I didn't notice the little boy until he poked my cheek. "Is that real blood?"

The kid had blonde hair, blue eyes, and one of those really bubbly attitudes. I mopped up the blood on the face and touched the wound on my face. There was no water around. Or ambrosia. It would probably turn into a scar. "Yeah. Why?"

He gave a confused expression. "I dunno. It looks familiar!"

Now that I thought about it, he looked very familiar. For a moment I could remember him clearly. An angry and betrayed expression. The only thing that was missing was the… scar. I touched my face and felt the fresh wound. I imagined the wound on the boy's face and I was sucked into a vision.

A blonde man that resembled the kid was lying on a broken marble floor. He had a scar that traced from under his eye to his jaw. His hands were burnt and raw, his eyes flickering a golden glow. He was holding out a hand, like he wanted me to give him something. My hand extended and gave him bronze dagger. I thought he would stab me. But he stabbed himself in the forearm. A spot that would've been impossible to hit.

He yelled in pain and the golden glow seemed to disappear. I saw a younger Annabeth and Grover gather around him. I crouched down next to him. It was obvious he was dying.

"Hello?" The boy snapped his fingers under my nose and I came back to reality, "Are you dreaming or something?"

Maybe he chose rebirth? Or maybe he's just very incredibly similar to the guy. Let's go with the first one. "What's your name?" I asked.

He grinned and said, "Luke!"

The name sent shivers down my back. I was about to talk again but I was interrupted by a score of monsters that tore down to the station. Among them were Dracanae, hellhounds, and a lion thing I couldn't recognize. He had the face of a man but a body of a lion and a tail of a… spiky thing. He spoke in a French accent, "Ah! Perseus Jackson and Luke Castellan!" He completely butchered my last name, like he was saying Jacques. "I'll be able to kill two bugs with one stone!"

I pulled Luke behind me and corrected him, "Actually it's two birds not two bugs. Plus my name is Teddy Jackson. Jack-son. Not Jah-ckson. And I don't think this kid's last name is Castellan."

He shot a spike out of his tail that I dodged. He stalked his way towards me while the other monsters followed. I had no weapon. I couldn't see out of one eye. And most importantly I had to worry about protecting another kid. So far I wasn't having any luck at that. "Come on this isn't a fair fight!" I complained.

The French guy shot another spike at me which I caught in mid-air. He looked mildly impressed as the dracanae went forward. The first one experimentally jabbed my stomach. With lightning quick reflexes I ripped the spear out of her hands and jammed the spike into her shoulder. She disintegrated, leaving behind a pile of ash and a curved sword. "Who's next?" I asked.

The hellhounds pounced on me but I sliced them to ashes and threw myself at the dracanae. There was no defense. I tore everything apart until all that was left was a mutant lion surrounded by ashes. He growled and sent a volley of spikes at me but I batted them all away. "C'mon!" I yelled. "You've got to be better than that!"

He pounced on me and I sank the sword into his hide but he didn't disintegrate. He jammed a spike into my shoulder and sliced my arm up. I finally swung my spear and knocked him into the rails. He growled and prepared to pounce again. "Thanks for playing." I said.

A train ran him over. After the scrimmage I was feeling completely drained. Luke looked frightened to what happened around him. I put my finger to my lips, "Shhh…" and I ran out into the rain.

A/N: Luke is not going to be a recurring character, I just wanted to give a peek at what he would've done after his death. Hopefully you won't kill me for mentioning him ^_^ but I had to make the chapter somewhat longer and this was the dumbest way I could do it. Thanks for reading and remember to favorite, follow, and review!