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Hey guys! This is my second fanfic, and it's a new sorta style of writing for me, so I don't know how great it'll be. Feedback is welcome, and if you want me to keep updating this, let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the other characters.

Yo. I'm Annabeth. Annabeth Chase. The perfect student during the day, one of the most lethal killers in all of Manhattan at night. You're probably confused, so let's go back to the day it all began.

I hopped off the bus, and slipped my phone into my pocket. I was admiring the gardens as I strolled by, when I heard a scream.

Now, kids, if you hear a mysterious scream in the middle of the day, I suggest you run. Anythings better than the fate I received for pursuing it.

But I flew down the street, towards the source. I spun a hard left, and kept sprinting. Another scream. I vaguely remembered my mom telling me about this part of town. Not a good place to be. But right then, I didn't care. As I was approaching, something ticked in my mind. The scream was familiar. I burst into the alley, and my eyes widened.

"Mom?" A short, muscular guy in around his late twenties was pressing a knife against my moms throat. A small trickle of blood was making its way down her neck. I stifled a sob, and mustered the most terrifying glare I could, aiming it at the guy.

"Let her go."

"Ah, on one condition. We could always use strong members," he said. I filled wity dread. I had seen the bandana peeking out of his pocket.

"You want me to join your gang," I said dully. He grinned.

"Smart, Luke'll appreciate that. Anyway, the Titans are recruiting, and you seem like an eligible candidate," he explained. The Titans. One of the most renowned gangs in Manhattan. He held out a black and blue bandana. I eyed it hesitantly. He dug his knife deeper into my moms neck. I reached out and snatched the bandana. He smiled wickedly.

"Meet me back here at ten. Don't be late!" And that was how my gang career began.

I walked down the street, eyes darting cautiously. I was pretty sure the only reason I hadn't been attacked was because of the bandana around my wrist, showing my connection to the Titans. I rounded the corner in the alley, and heard faint cheering. Heading slowly toward the noise, I crept forward, peering around the brick wall. A group of about thirty was gathered in the small alleyway. A dark haired guy with an eye patch spotted me almost immediately.

"Yo, Luke! Looks like we got an outsider!" He yelled. A tall blonde guy stood up. He looked a few years older than me, and had an aura of confidence. I had no doubt that this was the leader of the Titans.

"Ah, our newest recruit, everybody! What's your name?" He asked. I wasn't sure if he was being sincere or cruel. And usually I'm very good at reading people.

"Annabeth. Annabeth Chase," I told him. Luke nodded thoughtfully, eyeing me.

"Well, Chase, welcome to the Titans."

Ten years later

I strutted down the sidewalk, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt a tad as I went. I tugged my dark wig loose, and my curly blonde hair fell over my shoulders. I rolled my skirt up a few inches and applied some red lipstick. Lastly, I tied my bandana around my wrist. There. No one would recognize good girl extraordinaire Annabeth.

As I walked past, a few people flinched out of my way. I hid my smirk. I'd grown into my role as a Titan pretty well, and had even started to enjoy being part of the gang. I was respected, envied, feared. The bandana around my forearm gave me power. I glanced to my right, and saw a couple of teenagers leaning against a wall. I noted the purple bandanas around their wrists. SPQR. See, in Manhattan, there were five major gangs: the Titans, SPQR, the Hunters, the Amazons and the Half-Bloods. The Titans were at war with the Half-Bloods. The Half-Bloods were at war with SPQR. The Hunters and Amazons weren't really involved in the wars, and sometimes joined forces. My take? They were probably the most untrustworthy allies I'd ever seen. And I'd seen a few, being in a gang.

The Hunters wore silver bandanas, and accepted only girls. Don't ask me why. If you were a Hunter, you had to swear off men. I'd considered what it would be like being a Hunter, but I was fine without swearing off the boys. Besides, I had an on-off thing with someone already.

The Amazons had a green bandana, and were a girls only club too. They didn't have to be maidens for the rest of their lives, though. Although they definitely preferred guys who knew who was really the boss. They were wicked hardcore.

SPQR, they were a real military style operation. They had rankings, and proper battle squadrons and whatnot. That sort of thing I found interesting, but I'd rather stick with my current gang. They had purple bandanas, like I said before.

Lastly, the Half-Bloods. The orange bandanas. Our biggest rivals. I was pretty sure the Half-Bloods hated us more than SPQR, but it was a close match.

The Titans were the most ruthless, and we were known for our mass numbers. I was headed to a mini meeting now. But unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, I heard a noise. Something that soubded suspiciously like a punch. I ducked behind a wall, and stuck my head around the edge. A guy in my gang, Chris, was fighting two Half-Bloods. One was a girl with stringy brown hair, and the other was a guy with black hair. I stormed into the space, and stood beside Chris, my arms crossed.

"What'd you do now?" I asked Chris, my eyes not leaving the Half-Bloods. In my peripheral vision, I saw him raise his palms.

"Walked into this alley. Then these two started going all guerilla on me," he said with distaste. The girl gnashed her teeth.

"That's not what happened." The boy stuck his arm out, and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Calm down, La Rue. I wanna hear this chick out." The way he said it made me think there was a very different meaning behind his words. My eyes narrowed.

"Of course you do, Prissy. She's a pretty blonde. Though Dare might not be too pleased if word got back..." she trailed off threateningly. The guy made a psh noise, and flapped a hand.

"Dare shmare. Don't tell me she hasn't hooked up with plenty other guys while we've been dating," he replied lazily.

"As much as your love life interests me, can we get back to the point? We gonna walk free, or do you want a piece of this?" I gestured to me and Chris. The guy smirked.

"Well, not him so much, butyou, now, I wouldn't mind a piece of." My fists clenched. Chris chuckled beside me.

"Don't hurt him too bad, Chase. You've got school tomorrow, and it'd take a while to wash the blood off your hands." I scoffed, and took a step towards the guy.

"You want a piece of me? I'll gladly oblige. Let's start with my fist." In a split second, I leaped into the air and drew back my fist. With lightning speed, I threw it forwards. He ducked, grabbed my arm, and spun me so my back was against him.

"Now, now. Violence isn't the way to express your affection," he chided. I responded by stabbing my elbow into his gut. He doubled over, and I broke free. By the time I was ready for my next attack, he was already recovered, grinning. The girl was rolling her eyes. I aimed a roundhouse kick at his ribs, but he caught my foot and spun me around. I managed to let one of my fists fly, and I felt it connect with his chest. Due to my strength, he started to fall. Unfortunately, his reflexes were quick, and he yanked me down with him. He flipped me over so he was on top of me, and leaned close to me. I glared at his green eyes. Who the hell had eyes that green, anyway?

"I think I'd rather start with your lips," he whispered, and placed his mouth over mine. Before I could do anything, he leaned back, examining me. He then looked to the girl, a sly grin gracing his features. She snorted.

"Whatever. You're not impressing me with that." I shoved him off of me, and stood up, scowling.

"Let's go," I snapped, hauling Chris along with me. He waggled his eyebrows.

"Lost a fight, huh?" I tightened my grip on gis arm.

"Oh shut up, Rodriguez."

"Doubt Luke'll be pleased about that kiss, though."

"Luke won't know. Besides, it's not like I wanted it to happen," I retorted.

"I wouldn't blame you. The dudes not exactly ugly." I thought about that. His black hair was tousled and messy, and went pretty well with his tanned skin. But he wasn't that great.

"Nah, he's not my type." Chris left it at that.

"Rodriguez, Chase! Nice of you to show up," Ethan muttered when we arrived. Chris flipped him off.

"Two Half-Bloods held us up. We're here now," he explained impatiently. I nodded.

"You don't seem too beat up," Ethan noted, looking us over. I scowled.

"That's because Chris sat out. I...lost the fight," I mumbled the last part. Ethan's eyes widened.

"You lost a fight? Wow, the Half-Bloods must actually have a decent recruit. Who was it?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Dunno. Some guy. You know we don't use names." That was true enough. We used our last names, and if we went to school, we had fake last names. Mine was Carter. Also, you either had to wear contacts or a wig. I went with the contacts. During the day, my orbs were baby blue. Later on, they were really a startling, stormy grey.

"I guess. Come on, Luke wanted to see you." I followed Ethan down the path. We came to our HQ just as Luke was disarming another gang member. He looked up as we approached.

"Oh, hey guys. Why were you late?" He glanced at me suspiciously. I sighed.

"We got held up and I lost a fight," I grumbled. His eyebrows rose.

"You lost a fight, eh. Which gang was it? The Hunters? The Amazons?"

"The Half-Bloods," I said through gritted teeth.

"You lost to aHalf-Blood?" A guy named Mark exclaimed. I nodded, glaring.

"Oh, ho ho! Who could be good enough to beat the mighty Chase?" He taunted. My fists clenched at my sides.

"Some guy. Shut up, Camon." His eyebrows lifted.

"We needa find this guy. Anyone who can beat Chasey, here-"

"It was a close fight. I mean, if she'd rolled over, she could've won," Chris put in.

"Then why didn't she?" Luke asked, staring right at me. To be completely honest, my fighting reflexes just hadn't kicked in in time. I shrugged, and he knew to leave it at that.

"Well, I've had intel that about half the people at your school are in gangs. Just thought I'd let you know," Luke said nonchalantly.

"Thanks for caring," I replied, just as expressionless. He met my gaze.

"Chase, I'm worried for you, okay? You need to be even more careful about people knowing who you are. You can't mess up."

"Puh-lease, Castellan. My façades' the best thing since sliced bread. I got this," I replied confidently. He looked at me, a thin smile on his lips.

"Good. Dismissed, Chase. Rodriguez, you stay behind."

Okay, I know Annabeth would kick Percy's butt in a hand to hand fight, but let's just go with it ror now, kay? She'll get her revenge later on.