A/N- It's meeee! Anyway, welcome all you newbies, you might want to read the first book before this one. So click on my profile, scroll down to my stories and click "Child of Time!"

3rd Person/ Percy-

Creeping along a small alleyway, a young boy spied on a group of gangs, one of which had information that the boy was very intrigued by.

To any bystander, the boy might look like a normal child.

But he was far from normal, abnormal-one could say.

This "child" was wanted in all parts of America, parts of Egypt, Greece, and South Africa. Government officials, esteemed kings and queens, and the families of the victims he had killed even offered cash rewards for anyone who could find him.

The boy, called Percy the assassin by many, stepped out of the shadows.

The two gangs stopped their conversation; looking at the young male.

They laughed at him.

They laughed at the a boy who held an immense amount of power, so incomprehensibly complicated that even Eisenstein could begin to understand.

Without a moment's hesitation, Percy revealed his razor-sharp, double knives, stabbing them into the closest gang member.

All the men turned toward him, their weapons gleamed in the wee hours of daylight.

One of the leaders lunged at Percy, his Swiss army knife grazing his exposed palm. The boy then dodged the leader's next attack, and threw him against the wall.

In less than one minute, the remaining men circled him, their guns and knives making a slight glare across Percy's face.

While he was temporarily blinded, a man rushed at Percy, hammering him against the wall. He could barely stand up as another member tackled him.

Percy shakily stood up, getting a burst of energy, he slammed both members head into the others', resulting in a gory, cracking sound.

Percy quickly whirled around, silting another mortal's throat.

His blood sprayed all over and the mortals began to shrink away in fear.

Percy's lips curled up as he watched the mortal fall to the ground, his eyes lifeless and frozen.

Turning back around, Percy observed the splattered crimson upon the alley wall.

"Kind of looks like paint, no?" He commented.

Without waiting for a response, Percy roundhouse kicked the second to last mortal, his neck breaking in the process.

Then there was only one left.

Corin Wu, the leader of the blood thrashers. His gang operated in the slums of New Jersey and had about 5,500 members.

In the past its members had to bathe in fresh human blood. But recently, the gang has been associated with many beheadings, many of which have been put on sticks and was advertised widely.

Percy had seen these severed heads wherever he went and knew they were after him.

But why and who was motivating the gang?

The demigod hurled the mortal into the wall, pinning him with his knives.

"Why are you after me? And who sent you?"

"My men," He croaked. "You shall be pay for this."

Percy laughed. "Can't wait for that to happen. Now, answer my question."

The young man strained but managed to emerge some words. "We were hired to find an assassin and bring him to the Santa Monica Bay, at the docks. I don't know who hired us but I talked to his most trusted advisor, they call him the backbiter."

Percy growled, anger boiling within his veins.

"Anything else?"

Wu shook his head, the life slowing fading from his eyes. With a sudden flick of Percy's wrist, he was thrown against the wall-the leaders' scalp tore open, revealing a gash the size of the Erie Canal, dark blood overflowing the concrete floor.

The assassin melted into the shadows, returning to his haven.

"Help!" A voice panted, running through a thick forest.

That voice.

He definitely knew that voice but yet, Percy couldn't put his finger on it.

When Percy finally heard the startling sound of hooves, he knew.

"Grover?" Percy asked, his voice echoing through the vivid dream.

"Percy, good, you heard." Grover stopped running, his furry goat face blocking Percy's vision.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on some island. I thought Pan was here, but a cyclops lured me here, and now I'm looking for a wedding d-dress."

Suddenly, Percy couldn't hear Grover. The satyr's lips moved, yet no words came out.

"Percy, I think we're cutting off." Grover yelled.

Percy's vision then turned black, cutting off their conversation.

Waking up, Percy was welcomed by the musky scent of his dark cave.

"I'll find you, Grover. I promise."

A/N- So that was a brief filler but here's some questions you might have...

Where has Percy been staying and what happened after the last chappie of the first book?

After Annabeth left with her parents, Percy recovered and went back to his cave, awaiting for an ACTUAL battle.

The Lost Hero sequel?

Heck no! Besides, I don't know why Percy would stay for another war after defeating Kronos, the person he wanted to kill in the first place.

Poseidon-Percy hate thing still going on?

Yeah, it will be a reoccurring theme throughout this book. But it'll end.

Eventually.

The pairing?

It's definitely going to be between Rachel, Annabeth, and Thalia. Depends.

Next update?

Ahhhh...Idk.

I'd love to get at least 10 reviews before the next update so please make it happen!