A/N: Well, here I am again. And let me just say, I did not expect to be back this soon. I already had this chapter typed up, but was planning on posting it next Sunday. Well, that was before all of you stepped in. You guys, I am really impressed! Thank you so much for all the follows and favorites! I opened up my inbox this morning and there were like eight e-mails waiting for me about this story. Only like eight hours after I published it! WOW! Anyways, as promised the title will make a little more sense after this chapter.

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AACM25: Yeah, it was Deluge. And I totally agree! Silverwolvesarecool is a great author and has wonderful ideas, but Zoom...he's not that scary. I mean, especially with a name like Zoom. I mean in the first like five episodes of season two, I laughed every time they mentioned his name because it was just so stupid. Then the sixth episode came around and...well, things were a little different after that. But still. Percy is Percy. He's literally been through hell and back, so some guy in an obviously fake mask is not going to scare him out of his wits. And come on, people. Annabeth is not the only thing Percy cares about. Find some other incentive! Anyways, now that I got all of my ranting out, thanks so much for your review! :)

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When I woke up, I went back into town to see if I could get a definite location before calling camp. After a little searching, I found an internet (I know, kinda risky what with the monster stuff) cafe and found out I was in some place called Central City. It was in Missouri, which made me glad I hadn't gone any farther. I could be home in a few hours.

I figured that the campers and, most importantly, Annabeth, would have found my note by then, so I went outside to send an Iris message. Out in an alley, I controlled a little bit of water to create a rainbow. I tossed a drachma into to rainbow and said, "O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase at Camp Half-Blood."

I paused for a moment. The drachma fell straight through the rainbow and hit the ground. Perplexed, I looked down at it and frowned. That never happened. Iris always took the coin. Although, there was this one time that I threw a coin in and Iris took it without sending my call at all. And we weren't even in the middle of a war or anything! She just took my drachma!

Ahem. Anyways, I picked up the drachma and pocketed it. My hand brushed the mortal money in my pocket, and I decided to go out for coffee. Yep. No means of transportation to camp other than my feet, communications are down, twenty bucks in my pocket, and I'm gonna waste my cash on overpriced Starbucks coffee. Seriously, why is this a surprise? It is me, after all.

Only the Starbucks thing wasn't working out. No joke; I actually found a city without a Starbucks in it. I mean, woah. Was this place as civilized as it looked? 'Cause I'm pretty sure Starbucks pretty much has a monopoly on coffee. Wondering just how remote this "Central City" was, I looked for the next best thing to Starbucks.

I ended up going to this little place called CC Jitters (I think, I couldn't really read the sign) which seemed to be as popular with the locals as any Starbucks, judging from the line. The most popular drink seemed to be something called "The Flash." What kind of a drink name is that, am I right? What were they getting at? Like you get a flash of caffeine and then it's gone? What was with the lightning bolt?

"What's the Flash?" I wondered out loud.

The man in front of me turned around with an amused smile on his face. "You new here or something?" The man was tall, over six feet, and had brown hair and light green eyes. "I'm Barry, by the way. Barry Allen," he continued sticking a hand out.

"Percy Jackson," I replied taking it. "I guess you could say I'm not from around here. I'm just...passing through."

"Well, you must be to not know what the Flash is."

"Why is that drink so popular, anyways? I mean, literally the last six people in line have ordered one. I've had some good coffee, but not that good," I said.

Barry gave me a tolerant smile. "The Flash isn't just a drink, it's actually named after a superhero that protects this city." I raised an eyebrow. Superheroes? Did he really expect me to believe him? I mean, yeah, the Greek gods were real, but I'm pretty sure I would've noticed superheroes, even if they were in another state. "It seems impossible at first, but as soon as you seem him run you'll believe it."

"What do you mean run?" I put in.

"Oh, the Flash has super speed," Barry added. "He's saved quite a few people using it."

"Are you sure the Streak wouldn't be a better name?" I questioned.

Barry grimaced and seemed about to reply, but his phone buzzed interrupting him. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. "Sorry, I have to go." Barry left his place in line, hurriedly shoving his phone back into his pocket. He left the coffee shop at a jog and disappeared around the corner.

"Oookay…" I drawled watching his swiftly retreating back. There was something off about that guy…

I turned back towards the front of the line. By now, I was almost at the register. The TV in the corner caught my eye.

It was broadcasting a live news report of...was that a demigod? I took a closer look and saw that the man on screen was using a huge wave of water to knock down buildings. Something orange-ish red flashed across the screen before solidifying into the shape of a man. So this was the mysterious Flash.

The demigod(?) on screen continued to destroy buildings, even after the Flash yelled something unintelligible at him. The Flash charged the man, running on top of the water, like I did in my fight with Hyperion years ago. Unfortunately, the demigod seemed to know exactly what to do to stop the Flash.

He made a wall of water where the Flash was going to be half a second later and made it...hard somehow. I was pretty sure the Flash expected it to be a normal wall of water that he could just run through, so he did nothing to dodge. Let's just say that the Flash, whoever he was, was going to have some bruises later. While the Flash was down, the demigod approached the Flash and surrounded his head with water. The Flash tried to get out, but I don't think his brain was functioning properly, because he kind of just pawed at it.

I watched the people in the coffee shop, trying to gauge their reactions. How much would they see through the Mist? But most of them watched the television screen like it was just another Tuesday, which it was, I guess. For anyone used to demigods. I was pretty sure at least ninety percent of the population in Central City was unaware of the pagan gods being real and all that. So why were these people so relaxed?

Eventually, on screen the Flash realized he need to move and ran off, leaving a puddle on the ground. The demigod turned to the cameras, an evil smile on his face, which viewers could see clearly for the first time. One problem: it was my face.