Percy

The dungeons were cold and dark but then again, all underground places made of stones are like that. That is what makes them a dungeon. When the rotten prisoners would learn to crave simple sunshine and smiling faces that's when they will learn their lesson. There is something about the bitter cold and the cracks and mosses and the creepy noises made by rats and likes that appeals to its purpose. It appeals to Percy too and oh! The agonized screams of the tortured captives who were not sentenced to be executed were on a different scale of good things all together.

The logic was simple. Percy hated the nobles with every fiber of his being so he wanted each and every one of them dead. There was no limit to what to he might do when in presence of one. He was always ready to shoot them and send them to their graves of course but according to him that was too small a punishment from what they actually deserve. His thoughts were shared by almost all the leaders of the thirteen squadrons but he was different and everyone agreed. He shot his victims without mercy and walked over their dead bodies after they are dead. He tormented them by saying, 'say your prayers' but killed them in a blink of an eye, without even giving them enough time to actually register the fact that they are about to die.

So why the new girl with golden hair and eyes so grey that they slightly appeared blue sometimes still alive? Why wasn't she shot the moment Percy saw her golden mane curled in a princessly fashion? That was exactly the hot topic of discussion that night in the dungeons where prisoners where banging against the railing as they were being whipped. Those who had already had their turns where murmuring among themselves about whether the girl was a lucky bastard or a very unlucky to be prisoner.

"I think he was baffled by her charms! Must be a princess!"

"No no! I think he plans on tormenting that poor lass. That heartless monster!"

"Yes! Yes! He is too cold-hearted to get to the roots of the things. She is going to end up here or dead soon! Poor girl!"

Percy gritted his teeth and wrapped a whip around his right palm and advanced them. Whipping was only for disobedience but for him these traitors or nobles were more than just a bunch of cruel mass killers. They were demons from hell. They tortured women, killed their children and husbands in front of them and then sold them in the markets after use. They made innocent commoner children their targets for shooting and made them work in mills for days without rest or food or water. Something so similar had happened to him in the dark passages of past. His mother... his family...

He approached the scrawny high-nosed noble who was the most enthusiastic about how he had not killed the new girl. The noble man was most probably in his thirties and had served as a mass assassin in the gas killing in down town railways a month ago. Percy still remembered the sight of a thousand dead bodies of kids and old people alike with their mouths open and their eyes glazed. They were assigned for collecting the bodies for their last rights. He had seen it all, ever since his memory had started taking shape, he had only know one thing, that was how to hate.

He raised his hand and the whip moved with his strong muscular but lean arm. The noble man closed his eyes and drew back in the corner of his dark mossy cell in fear. All his neighbors crept towards his cell and practically tried to insert their heads through the iron bars as many of them cheered and jeered for the man to be beaten. Some friends. At least his cell mates were keeping a healthy distance. Percy was not supposed to whip anybody, not just him, whipping was far below any of the thirteen leaders. But he couldn't help it when these scum bags started running their mouths... forgetting their place.

And his hand went down.

"Percy!"

There was complete silence. The whip had stopped in mid air and was now hanging harmlessly from Percy's hand. He turned around with irritation written all over his face towards the far end of the cellar from where the voice had come. It was familiar indeed.

The leader of the third squadron, a young girl with curly cinnamon-brown hair and chocolate skin, Hazel Levesque, marched towards him from the shadows, her golden eyes glowing in her wake. She was not particularly as bitter as Percy but she emitted an aura of fear. The prisoners cowered as she passed them, some even begging for mercy. They should have known who to fear. Hazel was always kind to them.

"What?" Percy said as he threw the whip away, at the scrawny noble, and turned fully to face Hazel.

"Why are you here?" She relaxed a little as she finally reached him, it looked like she had been working for days without proper rest.

He shrugged before answering, he wasn't particularly doing anything.

"Just killing time until the next hunt tonight."

"There will be no hunt."

"What?" This got to him. He loved hunts and the maples. Something about them gave him the thrills.

"The president is holding a meeting of the leaders in his private hall in ten. He want's to know about the latest hunt and that... girl." Percy could tell that Hazel didn't mean it but the bitterness over that 'could be' noble girl was clear in her voice.

"Annabeth." Percy said quickly and for some reason a tad bit defensively.

Hazel raised her eyebrows at him. He quickly made up by saying,

"What is there to talk? She is with Chiron now and he is to decide."

"Well the president or director want's to discuss it so it is to be discussed Percy. Honestly I don't see the big deal about her." She leaned against the wall and sighed tiredly and rubbed the back of her palms against her fore head. She desperately needed sleep Percy noted.

"Then we should be going? I guess this guy here got lucky." Percy said before kicking the scrawny noble in his ribs and leading Hazel out of the dungeons.

"I say she should be slaughtered. The other resistances as stirring against us because of our softness towards her." Yelled Clarisse she banged the senate table in front of her with her fist.

Mr. D, their director frowned at her which made her stop.

Percy rolled his eyes. Why had the old fart called this meeting? He could have killed her with just one order if he had wanted to but no... He just had to make a big deal out of it. His private chamber was just another small room with a poker table and decks of cards lying around. Creepers of wines and sweet-smelling flowers were moving in through the broken glass of the only window in the room. There was a fireplace too. Percy thought that the fire in it was the only reason that everyone here was able to bear with him. He pulled his new black jacket a bit tighter as he shifted in his seat.

He remembered how he had draped his furry brown coat on that girl called Annabeth. He wondered if she still had it on...

"What do you think Perry?"

The director looked at him with his blood-shot eyes as he waited for Percy's answer. Percy had always wondered why he had become the director. He absolutely loathed everyone and was terribly short and stubby and harmless in his Hawaiian shirt. But looks could definitely betray. Percy had himself seen Mr. D on a rare hunt. That cranky man could kill all right.

"I don't think anything of her." He said, and then very slowly he added, "She could be a spy. I hate to agree with Clarisse but it is best if she is eliminated at the earliest."

"But she could be just a lost commoner." Broke in Piper McLean, the most beautiful leader present there, her side braids moved with her head as she stood up from her place. Her slightly dark skin glowed beautifully along with her ever changing eyes as she spoke. Percy instinctively went on alert mode. That girl could make anybody believe in her. He had to stay on guard.

"What then Clarisse? Or do you just suppose we should go rampant on the streets and kill everyone with blonde hair?"

The other people suppressed their giggles as Clarisse went red.

"I think she is a spy!"

"No! Her eyes are not at all blue!"

"Doesn't matter! Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"Burn that noble bitch!"

And soon the room turned chaotic. Percy felt his chest tightening in his jacket as the majority of the leaders suggested her demise. Percy felt strange about it. After all that was what he believed too right? May be he was feeling a little down because she was the first victim of his hunts that he had brought back alive. Yes, the very first one and now she would die. A sad but cruel smile curled his lips as he imagined her being hanged. She deserved it if she were a noble.

"Silence Leaders! All of you are fighting like baby dolphins!"

Percy could feel the scowls and glares of all the leaders at Mr. D after he had said those words. He wondered how Mr. D knew how baby dolphins argued. At any rate the room calmed down as everyone waited for Mr. D to speak who looked very pleased with himself. After all it wasn't everyday he got to boss those kids around.

"That Gold fish is not to be trusted. We have met many nobles whose sons and daughters do not have blue eyes! We must-"

"Then what about Jason Mr. D? Should we kill him too?" Piper crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke.

Percy raised his eyebrows at her. Jason Grace was an ideal noble looking commoner with his neat blonde hair and electric blue eyes. The only thing which made the rebels believe in him was his relation with Thalia Grace as his sister who, with her black choppy hair, is no where near being a classy and snobby noble. Apart from that, Piper McLean was Jason's lover, saying his name out loud in a crowd of leaders... she must really feel for the new stranger.

From the other corner of the room Thalia shot up. She was second in command to her brother Jason, leader of the first squadron.

"That is insane. If not for the way Jason looks we would have never been able to know about the air bombing which we diverted last week. He is our spy out there risking his life and we barely know this girl! How dare you compare them?" She looked angry all right and Percy didn't need another punch in his gut to know that an angry Thalia was not very good to deal with. But Piper seemed to overlook that when she said,

"That's what I am saying! We can use this girl! She could be a noble or she couldn't be one! If she isn't then we can send her along with Jason in the enemy castles and-"

Percy didn't realize what he was doing until the moment he was already up on his feat and speaking. He knew even without the help of a mirror that his eyes were flashing with... something.

"That is absurd." He said in a deadly calm voice which, if not as powerful as Piper's, was totally scary enough to draw everyone's attention in the room towards him. Even Mr. D took a light inaudible gulp.

"We don't know what she is. And if by any chance Chiron decides she is not a noble then I guess we should not send her to her death already. The way she was cowering and shaking yesterday night at the sight of my revolver proves that noble or not that girl has never even held a knife against anybody in her life before."

Everyone was staring at him. He was not known to be cold hearted, self centered jerk by the people who lived outside the dungeons but the number of people he cared about and spoke up for in favor or in concern were fairly less. So why the ice king was suddenly defending the newbie... maybe even the ice king didn't know.

And then the doors to the director's private chamber flew open as Chiron walked in with the usual DiAngelo siblings flanking him. Nico DiAngelo was younger than Percy and had this sickly pale olive skin and dark deep eyes and black hair. He was wheeling his sister Bianca in who had lost her legs knee down tragically several years ago in a battlefield. Nico couldn't be more protective of her. Bianca was even paler than Nico for obvious reasons and was envied by many for her silky dark brown hair. Her brown eyes glowed warmly at everyone as they entered. Nico just gave curt nods to Percy, Thalia, Mr.D and then finally one to his half sister Hazel Levesque. They shared the same father. They were all in their military trousers and black T shirt except for the one that tailed behind Chiron who was tall with a grisly brown beard and a bit longer hair and soft brown eyes together with his false leg. How he lost his leg? No one knoew except for Mr. D who wouldn't tell.

It was her. She had tied her disgusting blonde hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a plain washed out red frock that touched her ankles. Percy noticed that she had tied his brown fur coat around her waist. That made him think, just for a moment, that she would have looked better with her long hair open. But the thought went away as soon as it had come because Percy had wandered his way up to her eyes. He was surprised to see how stormy and cloudy they were. Her eyes could have been even more scarier than his he realized.

Well good for her. He was about to look away and sit back down when another thought grabbed him. Chiron had let her get all clean and pretty. This meant only one thing...

"You all must have been discussing this child's faith here." Chiron said as he looked around with a sad smile. Percy had always wondered how Chiron had been always successful to trick nobles into revealing their identities. 'He is very clever'- That was what he had told Jason when he had asked Percy that question.

"Well I would like to announce that we have a new..." Chiron paused and looked around as a dramatic silence fell before he finally finished his sentence, " comrade!"

All the leaders who were earlier contemplating to burn her alive now started clapping and cheering. A faint but shy smile spread on Annabeth's face as she looked down.

Percy couldn't believe it. She looked so much like them but she wasn't one of them. His fists clenched as he finally sat back on his seat. He didn't like where this was going. He could just feel it. Something had started from the moment he had laid his eyes on that girl. Something big enough to turn into a disaster or to be something good. Percy wasn't very optimistic and he didn't want another disaster in his life. Even though you could practically define everyday of his life a big miss-happen one but still... this thing that he saw while he looked into her eyes was something he had never seen. It sparked every nerve in his body and made him more alert about himself and his surrounding. It was a sure sign that screamed that a disaster was soon to happen and he just knew it. And it would be all because of this girl.

When everyone stopped clapping and hooting Chiron spoke again.

"According to the drills we still have to observe her for over two weeks and then put her in a suitable squadron. Due to the recent gassing event the hatred of the rebels are on their peeks. As she looks like one of them she will be put under the observation of one of the leaders. Any volunteers?"

Chiron looked around the crowd of leaders with evident mischief in his eyes. His gaze stopped at Percy as he gave him a small ghost of a smile. Percy narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin a little. There was no way in hell he was going to volunteer to be that newbie's chaperone.

"I will!" Piper McLean piped up from where she was sitting. Her hands landed on the desk as she stood up leaned in. Her eyes were all bright and shiny. It was as if a choppy brown haired cat had seen it's favorite ball of yarn. Even her face was split in a huge calculating grin.

Chiron turned towards her, not at all surprised to see that she had volunteered. Piper always looked for someone to replace Jason in his life threatening mission. But of course no one was going to replace Jason with that newbie any time soon.

"Piper dear." Chiron regarded her for a moment while Mr. D opened a can of sugar-free apple juice.

Her eagerness ebbed away as Chiron spoke, "So, you'll trade your responsibility of Jason's safety with observing the newbie?" he cocked his eyebrow as Piper's cheeks colored while the rest of her face paled. This was interesting. Percy placed his elbow on the long tables which were in front of all the leaders and rested his cheek against his palm and watched lazily as the drama unfolded before him, unaware that a pair of startling grey eyes were peeking at him every once in a while.

"N-no sir. But sir! I can do them both!" She said hurriedly while shifting from one feet to the other under Chiron's sharp gaze.

"I am sorry Miss McLean. That will not do. We cannot put Jason's like at any more risk than he already is in. That is why we had taken all your cases and other responsibilities from you when you had accepted this assignment."

Piper looked blank as she stared at Annabeth and then at her ring, a gift from Jason, and then back again at Annabeth.

An almost evil lopsided grin spread through Percy's face. He didn't have anything against Piper, in fact he regarded her as one of the strongest in the building, but the girl was too hopeful and optimistic for his liking. And he had a feeling that she wanted others to see her too, she wanted to get famous. But no matter what anybody did, the first three leaders were the most respected and feared ones. No one else had it in them to overthrow their glory.

"I understand sir. I want to keep Jason's assignment." Piper said, finally defeated.

Chiron nodded and turned towards the rest of the leaders, who were waiting for him speak further.

"Any other volunteer?"

From the corner of his eye, Percy could see Rickson, from the eleventh squadron, looking that the new girl like a hungry pig. But alas! He wasn't their leader and their leader Will Solace was in no mood of undertaking another assignment anytime soon. He was too busy in the medical zone after all. The number of injuries just seemed to increase each day.

"Well then I should decide!" Chiron patted the newbie's back twice on that.

Percy wondered if the newbie was feeling sad about no volunteers to take her in.

He looked at her ones again. No, she seemed unaffected and lost in her own thoughts. Percy wondered if this informal meeting reminded her of something. Well... what could a boring and close-to-meaningless meeting remind anyone of anything?

"Hmm... I think... Percy."

Percy's elbow slipped and his chin hit the strong wood hard. He stood up abruptly as Clarisse snickered and called him by various ugly names behind his back. What was that? He had too much on his plate already. He couldn't possibly spend his time fooling around with that girl when there were more nobles to be killed.

"But sir I-"

"Then it's settled then!" Chiron put his hands together in front of him happily and said. "Well it's all settled then. Meeting dismissed!." what?

"That's my line." Mr. D muttered as everyone started to get up. People patted Percy on his back.

As the room slowly emptied and the only two souls left in their were him and the newbie, the newbie found her voice.

"Hi."

Percy was looking at her. That was all that he could do at that moment. He took a cautious step towards her and then stopped again. Her face was serene and beautifully made. But she was the new devil in Percy's life. He had to do something .

But it was already too late. Chiron had vanished and Percy was stuck with the new girl. He was now officially her nanny.

He looked at her ones again after a few seconds while she gazed at him.

This was going to be difficult for him.

I am so sorry for the late update guys but my grand father just passed away and I had exams and it was just so crazy that I didn't get any time to write. I don't know if this chapter is any good but tell me if you guys want me to continue this.