What's up, I'm hoping you all enjoy the sequal as much if not more than the original. I have some ideas and I hope alternating between this and Percy Jackson awakened will help me with the writing. I am also planning on picking up work on my own origional work.

The ever obligatory disclaimer. I don't own Percy Jackson or Maximum Ride all rights belong to their origional creators.

Three months after the School was destroyed

This was the place, Poseidon decided as he clamored over a slick metal railing and onto the deck of the boat. For the most part the ship was silent, bobbing gently with the waves of the ocean. For now. If he confirmed what his guard had told him, these people would be shark food before the night was through. A smaller figure clamored behind him, landing on the deck with less grace than his older counterpart.

"Father, you can't be serious?" an irritated voice scoffed. "You know that it is against the law to interfere with mortal affairs. So, what if they do experiments on other humans?"

"These people think themselves to be gods." The man growled. "Harming others, destroying families. All in the name of their cause."

"Sounds pretty god-like to me, father."

It was hard for Poseidon to contradict his son, after all the gods weren't perfect themselves, no matter how often they claimed to be. They could be subject to mortal fallacies, but that still didn't make it right for these self-made gods to lack morality. Silently, the god maneuvered his way to the boat's cabin. He would find out what these people were up to. If it was what he believed it to be, they wouldn't see the sunrise.

Poseidon smoothly and noiselessly glided across the boat, almost like a shark stalking its next kill. Triton stumbled, unlike him, the concept of two legs was still hard to grasp. When you spend your whole life swimming, feet were a different ballpark. He hadn't wanted his son to come at all, but ever the brazen and proud boy that he was, Triton convinced him to have a partnership in this expedition.

When they reached the door for the cabin, he pressed his ear to it. It was silent. Most likely the occupants of the ship were widely asleep. After breaking the handle to the door, the man slipped inside. All he needed was a glimpse of proof and then this ship would find its new place at the bottom of the sea.

"Come on, you need to keep up." Poseidon hissed at his son. The boy could barely mask his annoyance as he stumbled over the door frame.

"How can humans live like this?" The youth complained. "It's a wonder they accomplish anything."

"Stop complaining." He warned. "There are more important things at stake than your pride, if we aren't careful, if we don't accomplish all that we need to, innocent people will be hurt."

He didn't miss the contemptuous look that came to his son's eyes, "You mean he could get hurt."

Poseidon didn't deny he had selfish motives for storming the ship. It would have been easier to just destroy it, but he had to be sure. He had to know that they weren't going to harm someone precious to him. He had to be positive that what happened all those months ago, hadn't become common knowledge among these monsters.

"I don't know why he's so special to you." Triton continued; envy and attitude seeped from his voice. "He's going to die someday. Why get attached?"

Biting his lip, the god thought back to the pudgy faced baby he had watched over all those years ago. The sparkling green eyes that reflected his own. A child he had conceived with a woman he truly loved. How could something so innocent and pure be plagued with the worst luck? Poseidon blamed himself, he blamed his broken promise on the boy's unfortunate talent to stumble into dangerous situations.

"When you have children of your own one day, you will understand."

The sea god was grateful when Triton went silent. He was getting tired of his son trying to belittle his mission every step along the way. It wasn't like the boy never got along with his half-siblings. He used to love meeting them, but after a while, that excitement melted away into bitter resentment. Poseidon wasn't sure what had caused it; maybe it was Triton maturing or jealousy.

Or it could simply be a form of self-preservation.

Trying to force those thoughts out of his mind, Poseidon focused on his mission once again. The two of them checked room after room in hopes of finding something worth noting. So far, the occupants of the boat didn't have anything noteworthy. He found a few lab results; some descriptions of test and the DNA cocktail the subjects had been 'endowed' with. All of it disgusted the man.

It was an impressive feat considering all he has seen through his long-life span.

"Father, are you going to destroy the ship, even if we don't find anything?" His son asked quietly. "Even though I care little about these mortals, it would be nice to avoid polluting the ocean any more than it already has been."

Poseidon eyed a particularly nasty photo of a disfigured child and balled his fist. The young mortal looked as if they were in pain. "Yes, even if they had nothing to do with your brother, I will feed them to the sharks for what they've done."

His son sighed but didn't argue any further. This was the last office the man could find. Mortals tended to keep their important documents separate from their work. He had hoped to find something to link them to the events months prior, but so far there was nothing. On the other hand, maybe that was a good thing. It means that they hadn't found out about….

The god's eyes wandered to a charred notebook placed carefully on a bookshelf at the back of the room. He ignored his son as his feet took him strait toward it. Ever so carefully, he opened it to find exactly what he thought he would among these people. The book belonged to someone he had briefly thought of as a friend.

Property of Jeb Batchelder

Swallowing his contempt, the man slowly leafed through the book. There were pictures of a boy and a woman. Mostly the boy. Each were taken at different time periods with notes flooding the pages. Subject is singled out in school….Subject shows development issues; he has a hard time learning to spell and read. Maybe this is related to who his father is?...Mother has refused to treat him for his attention disorder. Why? It seemed as if most of the book had started that way and then suddenly the word 'subject' was replaced with a name.

Percy has shown significant improvement in his social development….I spotted Percy manipulating the currents at the beach….Percy and Sally seem happier….Percy survived an explosion at his school….Percy was with a blond girl. Another demigod?

Poseidon closed the book and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure if his headache was from reading about the man's obsession with his son, or if it was from trying to keep his temper in check. Either way, he needed to get this book to Chiron. He also needed to warn Percy of the danger he was in. How many other organizations knew of the demigod's existence?

"I take it you found what you need?" For the first time since they started their expedition, Triton didn't have a snarky tone in his voice. "We should leave, father."

"Wait for me at home, Triton." The god growled and handed his son the book. "Keep this safe until I return."

"But-…"

"GO!" Poseidon roared like a wave crashing on a beach, barely containing his rage.

He watched as Triton scrambled out of the boat's cabin. He waited until he sensed the boy was back in the water before continuing farther into the floating lab. It was still eerily silent throughout the boat. Poseidon knew that there were people on the boat. He knew there had to be one coward amid the infectious insanity that plagued the scientist.

"The hybrid hasn't woken up yet." A voice chimed from a room he almost passed. "Batchelder's notes about the existence of demigods seemed like nonsensical rambling, but when you take into account what happened at the School, there is no explosive that could cause that amount of damage without effecting the surrounding area."

Another voice sighed. "Assuming that Batchelder hasn't gone insane; he kept something this monumentally important to the science world a secret. Especially when it was something we had wrongly dismissed."

"What does the big boss think about this?" the first scientist asked. "Are we going to act on Batchelder's notes?"

A sick feeling came to Poseidon's stomach. He'd been hoping that sinking the ship would be the end of madness. He was waging a war that wasn't going to end anytime soon. If it'd keep his son safe, it'd be worth the punishment that came with it. Being turned human wasn't the worst thing in the world. Especially when he had a teen son he'd be allowed to spend time with. That'd be fine by him.

Though, the other gods should be thanking him; he was working to keep their children safe as well.

Slowly he crept into the room. He knew he needed to find out who the Big Boss was. Hopeful that their death would put a stop to the experiments once and for all. The mortals kept muttering to one another. They weren't sure whether to call Jeb crazy or be offended they'd been denied knowledge about godlings for so long.

Poseidon crouched lowly, hiding behind tables, doing his best to remain unseen. He peeked carefully over the counter of a table. There were two lanky mortals in lab coats, one a woman with red hair carefully put into a bun and the other, a man who looked sickly and was sweating worse than Hephaestus after a long day at the forge. Both were standing next to a medical bed with a hairy dog-human creature splayed out uselessly. It must have been one of the Eraser creatures Percy had told him about.

"The boss wants to know what this beast has to say before we entertain the existence of immortals."

"What about the boy in the notes?" Poseidon felt his heart drop when they mentioned Percy.

"Jeb never put a last name." The woman sighed in annoyance. "As far as we know there could be hundreds of "Percy's" in New York. And I think Jeb's obsession with the family had more than scientific research as the motivation."

He clenched his fist at the idea of Jeb lurking around his son for years. How had the monsters he sent to watch Percy not notice the man? Poseidon would have to question them about their failure later. For a long moment, the sea god sat still, not sure of what he should do. He kind of rushed in without any plan. If Athena where here, what would she do? She'd probably tell him to stop being an idiot sitting on the floor of a mortal science lab wondering what she'd do.

Ever helpful, Athena. He thought sarcastically. But it was true, now wasn't the time to be hesitating. He felt stupid for taking so long to send the boat to the bottom of the ocean. The god decided he should just sink it and….

"RAraaa!" The creature on the table woke with a scream, its claws flailed all over and nearly took out the female scientist. Slowly, the fur sank back into peach skin, the being collapsed to the bed looking like a normal mortal. "Ohhhh, damn kids."

"Its about time you woke up 22-31." the woman looked hardly fazed by her near death experience. "We were beginning to think it was an effort in vain digging you from that rubble. You've been comatose for a few months."

22-31 shook his head, wincing as the movement jarred remaining injuries. "I'm lucky to be alive."

"What happened?" The male scientist pushed, looking like a kid asking about a big disaster. "Are there really such things as demigods?"

"Can I get a moment to catch my breath at least?"

The woman scientist shook her head, "You've had months, now tell us what happened to the School."

"As you wish, master." 22-31 bit out, an animalistic growl erupting from his throat. Poseidon felt as if he were frozen in place. He debated on whether he should kill them all before Percy was mentioned, but he also wondered if the ringleader would finally be revealed. "Jeb was all excited about this kid. Some boy named Percy Jackson. Somehow, he convinced the others that the boy was important. They were all skeptical, but Ari and the rest of us were sent to capture him."

The woman looked unimpressed. "Why? Is it true that the boy already had powers?"

"They all do." 22-31 told her, "A plethora of kids who have abilities without enhancements."

Both scientists looked at each other as if unsure what to do with this information. Poseidon cursed under his breath. Were there more of these monsters who survived the destruction of the School? More of the 'White Coats' learning about the existence of godly offspring? These humans sure did know how to make durable mutants.

"We must let Director Janssen know Jeb wasn't crazy." The female scientist muttered, "Doctor Hans will want to see this for himself."

"Do you think he'll let me help with the experiments?" the man was practically drooling at the prospect. The god of the seas was tempted to drown him in it.

That was it, Poseidon had enough, "I doubt either of you will be much help to them drowned in the belly of the sea."

The god emerged from his hiding spot. He was tempted to show his true form and burn the mortals to a crisp, but he was hoping to get the locations of Director Janssen and Doctor Hans. Both the woman and man looked startled, they fumbled around in their pockets for something. A pager or an alarm switch perhaps. Poseidon felt his darker side welling to the surface, a side he tried to hide from Percy and Sally.

"You really think your trinkets, your army, can do anything to harm me?" He chuckled. The humans both froze like a couple of scared guppies. "I can make your deaths swift, if you tell me where Director Janssen and Doctor Hans are."

The woman's lip quivered, "Don't tell me you're a…."

"A god." Poseidon finished for her. Every ounce of smugness had faded from her face. He'd almost have some sympathy for her, if the horrors of what his son had to endure weren't rattling in his head. "Yes, in fact, your whole crew is crossing over my domain as we speak."

The mutant leapt off the bed, hair erupting from his skin and his body morphing into his dog-like form. Not smart. Poseidon merely swatted at the air and 22-31 went flying into the opposite direction. The scientist paled as their only form of protection went splat into the wall. They backed away as the god continued to march towards them.

"You all think yourselves to be gods?" He demanded. "You think you have the right to harm our children?"

"T…the world is c.. ." The woman scientist stammered. "It n…needs to end, start over. Th…there is no way to save the h…human race without…."

"Improvements." The male scientist finished for her. A disgusting bit of pride twinkled in his eye. "We're making the next generation better than the last. This world will end, but thanks to us humanity will live on. Even if you kill us, there are more out there looking to create the new world order."

This world will end. Poseidon didn't quite understand what the scientist was getting at. He and Zeus were very aware of the Earth's state. There was a lot of pollution and destruction, but the mortals were all trying to fix their mess. Poseidon even had his people cleaning garbage they'd find. On top of that, the earth did have her own temperament. The war with Gaea was a testament to that.

He doubted she'd destroy herself.

"You are all mad." The god decided. "Tell me; where are the two named Jansen and Hans?"

"I…I don't know." The woman stuttered. "We only communicate with them through the phone and computer. They are constantly moving to avoid being caught. Please have mercy."

Poseidon looked around the lab; at the mutant mortal that that had been enslaved to be a monster, at the countless distorted human children stuck into preservatives for future study, at the various surgical tools splayed out around him. All of this was disgusting and horrible and while the woman feared for her live, she is not sorry for the pain she caused. She was not at all sorry for the pain his son had to endure.

"Freeze! Put your hand up!" A voce shouted.

A group of soldiers stomped into the room. It appears they had been reaching for a panic button. Poseidon heard them all cock their guns, prepared to fire at him. The god eyed the mortal woman down.

"My mercy for you, is death."

The boat gave a pained groan as a large wave crashed onto its deck. Mortals yelped in shock as it swayed and rolled from the force. A second wave crashed onto the boat and pushed it down further into the ocean. Water was starting to flood in as it sank. One of the monitors in the room started flickering to life.

"Lazerus, report." A garbled voice came over the speaker.

"Director Jansen!" the woman wailed. "We need immediate assistance, we're sinking!"

Poseidon paused his attack, ordering the water to stay at bay. He walked to the computer to see a flickering image of a woman. She had blondish brown hair, an aged but youthful looking face, he wouldn't have been able to predict her proper age if he tried. She kind of reminded him of Percy's friend Max, but then again, a lot of mortals looked alike to him.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded.

"I'm your worst nightmare." Poseidon told her. "When I find you, you will suffer the same fate as the crew of this ship."

The water eagerly began to flood the cabin. Jansen showed no fear as her scientist plead and screamed for help. It seemed that she could care less. Poseidon saw a smirk curl on her face. He wished he could destroy her and her whole operation in one fell swoop.

"I can't wait to see you try."