Green Arrow sighed heavily as he looked around the room, it would have been hilarious had it not been such a stressful situation; the fact that everyone had frozen in their spot as if they didn't move, the visitors would vanish. After nearly a minute passing by with no one bothering to move, it became clear that if he didn't answer the door himself, it wouldn't happen. Grumbling irritably under his breath, he made the short distance across to the front door. Superman narrowed his eyes, trying to use his x-ray vision to view the visitors behind the door. Once the Kryptonian saw the strangers, he furrowed his eyebrows... they were... weird. Usually when he looked at people with his x-ray vision, he saw their skeletons in various shades of blue-ish grey; these... people didn't have organs but more along the lines of bright orbs centered inside their torsos, each person with a different color light. Before he could open his mouth in warning, Arrow already had the door swinging wide open.

Khaldur shifted uncomfortably from his place on the floor. The same alarm bells that had went off with Percy was nothing compared to the screaming his subconscious was doing; he didn't know why. The room was probably one of the safest place to be considering all the powerful people clustered together; they had two kyrptonians (If Connor could be considered one), two speedsters, a excellent archer, a shape-shifting alien, an-

None of that saved Percy.

Khaldur swallowed thickly as his subconscious ruined what little safety he felt. Why did it have to do that? He was already aware of all the details that could cause the situation to be even more screwed over; giving a little faith never hurt someone, right?

"Where's Perce?!"

M'gann jumped in her seat, not expecting the loud question. Connor slid his hand across the couch cushions so it rested almost imperceptibly against hers, trying to ignore the questioningly glance she sent his way.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Green Arrow gave a strained smile as he tried to use his body to shield their views from seeing the rest of the rooms occupants.

Aquaman clenched his jaw as he felt his heart hammer in his chest almost painfully. Maybe it would have been best if he had just stayed in Atlantis instead of playing hero; it certainly would have kept him out of any situation like this.

There was thirteen painfully familiar faces that had his stomach curling in on itself as he held his breath subconsciously. Fuck, bad number.

Ares grunted as he adjusted his leather jacket and slicked his dark hair back away from his eyes. He was more than annoyed with his father and uncle. They were gods, superior beings that shouldn't have to bow down in any form to mortals or hide who they truly are; that was the problem at the moment. Zeus didn't want to flash-in, not in front of no telling how many mortals; something about causing pandemonium within the government or some shit. And Uncle P agreed with the Thunderhead! For gods sake, his son's being held by mortals as a terrorist! And he is wanting to take precious time away by walking 'civilly' up to the house that Hermes had tracked down?

"Allow me to do the talking. I want to get back to Olympus as soon as possible." Zeus grumbled as he ringed the door bell. He really didn't understand why in chaos name everyone had to accompany him and his brother to retrieve Perseus. He was the King of gods, and the kids uncle, so he had every right to be dealing with the situation at hand. And Poseidon- well, obviously- it was his son. This was only going to cause a unnecessary scene that would undoubtly lead to a migraine and a lot of clean up; what type of cleaning that would take place had yet to be decided.

"If you truly wanted that, we would have flashed in." Ares snapped as he stuffed his hands down into his pockets with a scowl that could melt steel with its intensity. Zeus locked his jaw in annoyance as he tried to remember that he was above such childish acts such as eye rolling, but it was hard to hold back at times. He loved his children, truly, but they tested his patience at the highest of levels. His bad addiction of sleeping around bit him in the ass way too many times in the past, but he enjoyed his kids; The only down fall to having immortal children... they never grow up mentally, not completely. He didn't mind that his godly children indulge themselves with pranks and games, but when it came to them being able to let go grudges, seeing reason, or following orders... you could fucking forget ever having that ideal. Apollo and Hermes acted like two year olds with their games, Aphrodite threw herself at men, Athena buried herself within books in the library, Artemis believed all men to be evil and that love was a illusion, Persephone was stuck in a game of tug of war and never able to call one place home, Dionysus was a glorified drunk, Hephaestus locked himself up in his workshop,... and Ares, he was bloody-thirsty and he believed he only existed to be on the battlefield drowning in blood; Zeus didn't know where the hell he went wrong in raising his kids. Then again, his family had always had a fucked up factor to it; Zeus' father did eat his siblings and tried to do the same to him.

After a few moments of complete silence, Zeus went to ring the doorbell again but Apollo already had his palm slamming against it roughly. The god of the sky raised an eyebrow at his blonde son as he watched the normally happy-go-lucky god narrow his eyes at the metal door as if it was the most offensive thing. What was his problem? Zeus glanced back at the rest of his family to see them all in similar states. Was everyone having a pms-ing moment? It wasn't like this was the first time Percy had ran into trouble. And nine times out of ten, the demigod manages to pull himself out of said trouble without the help of the gods. So why in chaos name was everyone so melancholy? He wasn't expecting for the front door to open so quickly and when it did, he was still turned around looking at his weird bunch of family. Apollo seemed to think that was his moment to shine as he basically yelled, "Where's Perce?!"

Zeus scowled as he turned back around quickly, sending a small glare at impatient kid before looking at the stranger that was at the door. The man was weirdly dressed in a dark green leather suit with a hood over his blonde hair and a black mask hiding his eyes, over his back was a bow and quiver full of arrows. Was this one of those cosplay things that Apollo rambled about?

"I'm sorry,but who are you?" The weird guy gave a smile that seemed a little forced on his part but Zeus wasn't about to call the poor man out.

Zeus blinked as he prepared to just answer with the simple 'Percy's family', but apparently that seemed wrong in Ares' eyes as he killed all the words on his fathers tongue in less than seconds. "The gods." How did Ares not see the issue with just blurting anything that came to mind out loud? Maybe Athena was right when she said her brother only had brains in battle. "Now where is my cousin, dipshit?"

Maybe it was the fact that Ares reply was so bluntly honest with them being gods or the fact that a buff-biker-murderous looking dude just called him 'dipshit' for no reason, but the guy in green turned six shades lighter. "I-I assume you're speaking of Perseus, yes?" Zeus gave a firm nod as the man opened the door wider than before, a silent gesture to come in. It would have been funny at how all thirteen gods shuffled through the doorway like standing outside was slowly killing them from the inside out. If Zeus thought that the green-man looking strange, the people inside looked even weirder. So many guys in tights... Zeus shivered internally. What guy found tights appealing? Ares seemed to share the feeling as he curled his lip up in disgust as he glared at everyone.

"Arthur." Poseidon's eyes immediately snapped to the all familiar form standing behind the couch. He had already been aware of the man's activities when he wasn't ruling the kingdom; after all, anything said in the ocean traveled right back to him. He noticed how the merman's posture stiffened even further under his gaze. Poseidon didn't know quite why his reaction was so negative, he's never been an ass of a ruler; he tried to play fair.

Arthur came around the couch kneeling with a young teenager following his lead, "My Lord." Poseidon felt his eye twitch in irritation. He really should have been use to this type of treatment considering how long he had been receiving it, but he couldn't handle it like his little brother, Zeus. It was too attention-grabbing for him. "Don't kneel. Call me Poseidon. I'm not into formalities like my brother."

Despite the jab within that sentence, Zeus didn't take any offence. He liked the respect that came from having people bow before the gods, especially before him.

"I'm not asking again, assholes." Ares grumbled as he crossed his arms causing Zeus to sigh. He loved drama, but it was only certain types that he truly enjoyed; this type of drama not being one of them.

A man in his early thirties took a few steps forward, his body covered in a dark blue tight suit with a red and yellow 'S' stamped on his chest. "Percy was here a few hours ago." He paused as he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "He was about to leave to return back to Olympus when this bright light appeared and he was gone. We thought that may have been one of your doings; apparently that was the wrong assumption."

Artemis frowned. A bright light? It sounded like a god flashing Percy out, but everyone on Olympus had been looking for the guy; it wasn't any of them. The options of who else could have taken the kid was limitless, he had so many enemies. It may even be a new enemy.

"Shit. What the hell do we do now, old man? The mortals know of our existence, they could be a threat to our children; we can't leave them be." Ares was quick to turn on Zeus, who barely had the time to pay the god of war any attention. Zeus was immediately beside his older brother as he gripped the gods shoulder tightly. His bright sea green eyes was now a dark shade of blue and gray as he attempted to keep his anger in. Percy had been kidnapped! Again! What made it all the worst, was the fact that the demigod had the protection of the Olympian Council and still managed to be nabbed right beneath their noses. It couldn't be Kronos again, he was still reforming in the pits. It could have been monsters, but no monster he knew of had the godly ability of flashing. It was hard enough to find Percy in the mortal world; how the hell was they suppose to find the ADHD kid in the greek world? He knew that it was wrong to think this way; but he couldn't help wishing that any other demigod became the neon-painted target for gods and monsters. Why did Percy have to be the one to get passed around by every immortal being known to be an ass?

My brain went dead. Despite how it may seem, none of my stories are planned out in any form. I write chapters as I go. This chapter really sucks and I'm not proud; but I am determined to make the next chapter better and longer than this. Writer's block sucks majorly.