Chapter 1: Rag Dolls and Craft Projects

Percy's POV~~

I guess this is truly the end. Blood and monster dust were smeared onto my armor, making me look like a ruined craft project. Demigods lay scattered among the field, their bodies like rag dolls. Monsters lumbered around like they owned the place. Those are the same monsters that took some of my friends to the Underworld. The hard way.

Leo suffocated when an Earthborn was able to clasp its meaty hands around his head.

Frank died by using the last of his stick to save Hazel, who died several minutes later when Arion slipped while she was on his back and sent her flying into a herd of hell hounds.

Piper was killed when she was cornered and she had already lost her voice when she screamed at a bunch of dracanea to stab themselves, right when they were about kill Jason. The empousai that took her down had no mercy.

Jason was still fighting, but for how long was my question. He had a gash on his leg and because his shirt was ripped, revealing his torso, you could see a nasty cut that was deep.

Annabeth was still in the land of the living, thankfully. She was battling against telkhines and was winning.

Concentrate. I scolded as I stabbed the lycanthrope I was fighting. I was waving my hand through the dust of the monster, when my age old friend stepped out of the shadows. The Minotaur.

As soon as he saw me he charged, apparently he was as a dumb as ever. I mean, what is going on in the beefy head of his? He has no horns, after I took them both, one in the battle of Manhattan and another before I came into camp, and his axe seemed a bit dull.

Well, this will be easy.

I charged and back-flipped onto his back. I quickly brought my bronze sword to his neck and decapitated him, more monster dust splattering onto me as I fell to the ground. I had forgotten that he would disintegrate and I was on him and once he died I would fall. When I made impact with the ground, I knew I either twisted or broke my ankle.

The pain throbbed throughout my leg. I heard a scream echo and turned to see my one of my best friends, Jason, lying on the floor with a spear sticking out of his stomach. I was about to go and seek revenge when Will Solace shot the monster with a poisonous arrow. I limped to my next target, which happened to be a vrykolakas. Easy. With one slice all that was left in it's place was a pile of dust.

Then it came.

What I heard next would scar me for the rest of my life.

Haunt my nightmares.

Be the cause for my depression.

It was a blood curling scream that rippled through the battlefield like a rock skipping on water, slowly getting quieter just like splashing sounds as that rock went further. The scream came from the throat of my lover, Annabeth. I turned just in time to see Gaea drag her earthy sword across her neck and tossing her to the side as if she were nothing.

But that's not true. Annabeth is everything. Everything to me.

I can not really explain what happened next. My mind and thoughts were a muddled mess as I ran to Annabeth, my sore ankle forgotten, and cradled her head in my lap. I kissed her, hoping she was not really gone.

That I'd get to hear her laugh again.

Hear her drone on about architecture.

See her eyes light up.

See her smile.

Feel her warm hands in mine.

Talk about the life we could've had.

Cries of anguish racking my body as I held her close. Tears fell like a river from my eyes and I did not stop them. I let them flow. I heard Gaea chuckle from behind me.

"Hurts does it not? To have someone you love taken away from you? I hope you enjoy the pain, Perseus. You deserve it. You caused so many deaths you know. Bianca, Charles, Silena-"

"Stop!" I cried. My eyes widening. She could not bring this up, epsecially after what she had just done.

"Little Zoe Nightshade, Ethan, Hazel, Frank-"

"STOP IT!" I yelled, putting my hands over my ears. I did not want to hear any more of what this villain had to say.

Gaea said, slightly louder than before,"Piper, Leo, Jason-"

"SHUT UP!" I shouted putting my fingers in my ears, desperate for her to stop.

"All those poor merpeople, Castor, Pan, Lee Fletcher-"

"BE QUIET! Please..."

"Micheal Yew, Daedalus-"

"Don't you dare."

"And Annabeth Chase."

That was the last straw. I stood up, the ground shaking in my fury. Every where I stepped, ice encircled my foot-print. A hurricane started to brew around me. Rain started to pour hard against everyone but me. The ground rippled, all the moisture in the plants moving around. Gaea looked petrified.

In a deadly calm voice I said, "Listen here Dirt Face, you need to shut that mouth of yours. And I can do that, making it eternal." With a flick of my wrist, water binned her hand and then hardened into ice harder than celestial bronze. Points started to extend from the ice, making golden ichor drip from the Primordial.

"Please have mercy," She begged, a pleading look in her eyes.

I just glared.

I brought my sword to her throat and her take a sharp intake.

"I will give no mercy, to those who do not deserve it," I said and slit her throat.

I turned to see awe-struck gods and demigods staring at me. I stared back and whispered, "I am done," and mist- traveled to my old cabin in Montauk. I didn't want to listen to those jerks.

Nick Fury's POV~~

Who is this kid? He managed to stay under the radar this long, and that is practically a miracle.

Percy Jackson:

Age: 16

Appearance: Raven black hair, sea-green eyes.

Last seen: Across America, San Francisco, Rome and Greece.

Has been kicked out of 10 schools.

May be a terrorist, or criminal.

Additional Info: May have kidnapped his mother and may be part of a group of assassins; was seen in battle armor with a group of teenagers, all armed with baseball bats and sticks.

I guess it's time to call in the team.