I wanted to write something that was different. I apologize for OOCness, if you don't like it. . .Don't read it. Plus, I have this obsession where I get constant new story ideas, and immediately have to post 'em. I have five more on the waiting list. xD

NOTE: My friend told me there was this movie called Fight Club. I have never seen the movie. So...Don't accuse me of stealing anything if I don't even know the main character's name! :P

ENJOY! :D

Disclaimer: Rick ownz all. Sort of.

Percy's P.O.V.

Percy hauled the straps of his duffle bag onto his shoulder. He tried to ignore the sorrow-filled stares his mother occasionally threw him, whenever she took the slightest of a glance towards him. He was aware of the fact she didn't agree with what he was participating in, most parents would, yet she made no attempt to talk him out of it. She knew her son very well, once he has his mind set and focused on a particular thing, there's no point in stopping him.

Percy sauntered into their small kitchen that could barely fit two people within its space, which was perfect, no one but his mother and him lived in the old beat up apartment. His mother didn't care if it wasn't near spacious, she cared that her child had a roof over his head and was being fed. Percy carefully reached up to the cabinet, that was above his mother's head, and pulled out a set of ACE bandages.

Percy sat on top of the slick, graphite counter and pulled out a roll of bandages. He watched his mother as she washed the dishes, humming to herself an old nursery rhyme she used to sing to Percy when he was only an infant. Percy shakily wrapped his knuckles, and winced when the fabric came on full contact with his skin. After he finished his left hand, he pulsed it to get used to the tightness of the wrap.

"You wouldn't be in pain if you stop what you're doing," his mother reminded him, staring at his left hand then glancing back up at him.

"I know," Percy curtly replied. "You tell me this all the time, you know why I do it and why I won't stop."

His mother let out the water in the sink, then soon positioned herself infront of him. "Yes, I know. I just want to remind you that there's other options that don't involve near death risks. How about a decent job? You can work at that local Albertsons, I heard a new employee is needed," his mother helplessly suggested.

Percy got up from the counter, and looked down at his mother. "You really think that bullshit of a pay is going to help pay for your appointments? Mom, I'm doing just fine right not with where I'm at, and you know it. I love that you care about me, but I also need to care for you too. It's paying for your appointments, we're eating satisifying meals, and we hardly use those stupid food stamps. Isn't that good enough? How about this, when I feel the need to stop, I will," Percy said softly, after seeing faint tears roll off his mother's cheek. Usually Percy expected his mother to reprimand him about his language, but her emotional side sometimes got in the way of it happening.

She gave him a teary smile, but nodded. "You're all I've got in this world, and to lose you is way too much for me to handle."

Percy rarely let his soft side get the best of him, but his mother needed comforting. He slowly walked up to her, and gave her a tight hug. He could feel a certain wetness on his shoulder, so he pulled back and smiled at his mother as he wiped her tears away. He planted a kiss on her hairless head, and went to poach his duffle bag from its place. He shouldered it, while giving his mother a small nod. She nodded back, and handed him another pack of ACE bandages, most likely to put in his bag.

"Who're you fighting against tonight?" his mother asked, while putting the bandages in his bag.

"Hyperion," Percy said, while shrugging even if it was a big deal he didn't want to show his mother his discomfort and unsureness.

His mother's eyes immediately widdened at the name, and she bit the tip of her thumb, out of worry. "Be careful, I don't want to see any burn marks on you."

Percy rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine, he nearly drowned the last time he tried to burn me."

She didn't look overall convinced but she nodded, whilst quickly kissing his cheek. "Good luck."

Percy smiled tiredly, and squeezed her hand. "Thanks, I'm going to need it."

Percy walked out of the apartment, and lightly closed the door shut. He heaved an immense sigh, and trailed off to his long awaited destination. He tugged on his hoodie, and kept his head down. It was a natural instinct most boys had come accustomed to while living in the neighborhood. Percy didn't want to waste his time fending off a couple of gang memebers, so he followed everyone else's tactic. Keep your hoodie on, keep your head down low, don't make any eye contact, and especially keep your distance. Gang memebers knew better than to mess with him, yet they continued their useless attempts. They had a personal vendetta set specifically for him and only him, they wanted to prove to him that he wasn't as strong as he thought. Which was incorrect, Percy could care less about his strength, all he needed to know was how to defend himself.

Percy walked down the empty sidewalk, and took notice of his surroundings. Most people would have thoughts that an empty sidewalk means that the gang memebers are hiding in the shadows, completely wrong. The memebers made sure you have a clear sight of them, they enjoy watching people run away from them. They think they uphold some sort of power that only inflicts fear into their victims. Most people aren't afraid of them, they just don't feel like getting jumped or mugged. As a whole, they're strong. Seperate them, they're nothing but useless.

Percy heard faint music in the distance, with occasional shouts of victory. He knew he was gaining closer, so he loosened up his posture a bit. He put down his duffle bag, and shrugged off his hoodie. Percy neared an old beat down building, with different varieties of vehicles lined up around it. He pushed opened the double-sided doors, and was instantly greeted by loud cheers. No one noticed him, which he was grateful for that, he didn't want the attention.

Percy looked around at the large crowd that was formed into the shape of a circle, in the middle stood two boys who couldn't be older than fourteen. The age limit for the Fight Club was exactly at fourteen, and ended at the age of twenty-one. Percy was seventeen, and had been fighting since he was twelve, though was let into the club at fourteen.

It's either you knew how to fight, or one of the group memembers would give a word of recommendation in order for someone to join. It may take a while for a newbie to participate, most opponents like to test themselves and fight people bigger than them. Meaning, newbies either fought each other or waited until someone offered to have a quick quarrel with them.

Percy scanned all through the crowd, and noticed a heap of red, stringy hair. Grover, Percy thought. He didn't have to push through people, they made way for him. You could say Percy had earned somewhat of a respect. He rarely ever lost a fight, if not he pulled back at the last second and won by a K.O. or tap out. Percy's fights were skillful, and short. He didn't try to show off, or tease his opponent he just wanted to get it over with.

Percy found himself infront of the crowd standing next to Grover, standing shoulder to shoulder. Percy kept his eyes strictly on the fight, but noticed out of the corners of his eyes Grover staring at him in concern. Grover didn't participate in the fights, he was more of a punching bag. He helped the memembers of Percy's group take practice rounds on him. Which Percy found completely and utterly stupid, he gets light headed at receiving just a mere slap.

Percy studied the boys in the circle, one of who was in his group: Nico. There were group fights, where one individual from your group competes with another. And there were lone fights, where you fight against are random or selected opponent and the winner receives a bundle of money, usually ranging between five hundred dollars. Percy usually did lone fights, but when his teammates were having a hard time he agreed to group fights. The money was divided by each individual in the group, the more people you have the less money you get.

Nico tried to get underneath the other boy's defensive guard, but ended up getting himself caught up in a chokehold. Percy smirked lightly at Nico's stupidness, as many times as he has fought the boy he managed to always tap himself out of death. The boy's grip tightened on Nico's neck, causing Nico to weeze, and his face slowly grew a pigment redder. He needed to tap out or he'd get himself killed.

"Gods damnit, Nico, just tap out already!" Percy called out to him, ignoring the protests of disagreement. Percy knew Nico better than anyone else in the club, he always wanted to prove himself, yet couldn't. He wasn't the best fighter, and didn't know how to study his opponents like Percy.

Nico raised a shaky hand, and pounded his fist onto the hard concrete floor. The boy loosened his grip on Nico's neck, then towered over him sending him a malicious grin. Nico only glared at him from his spot, and waited to get up until he caught his breathe. Percy moved forward, Grover on his tail, and picked Nico up by his arms and carried him into the lockeroom.

There Percy was greeted by the rest of his group which consisted of people. The boy's team had around ten boys, including Percy. Beckendorf, Jason, Nico, Frank, Leo, Will, Travis, Connor, and Malcom. The girl's team also consisted of about ten girls. Thalia, Rachel, Piper, Reyna, Hazel, Katie, Bianca, Nyssa, Clarisse, and Silena. Though, Silena didn't really count, she was only a substitution, she spent most of her time drooling over Beckendorf.

Percy layed Nico on the closest bench, and threw his duffle bag to the ground. He crossed his arms over his chest, and only watched as Silena wrap his obviously broken hand. Thalia turned from her spot and sent Percy a taunting smirk. "Hey, Perce, you ready to get your ass whooped?"

Percy only stared at her, he rarely showed his emotions while in the club, but when he did he only did when in the presence of his teammates. "I wouldn't be talking, I saw Zoe working on her uppercuts, they must be getting better because she's actually making the punching bag move."

Thalia's smirk slightly decreased, but she held her ground. "Just don't get burned."

"I'll try not to," Percy promised, while lightly lifting the corner of his lips.

Percy and his teammates joked around, and gave each other tips before their interaction was paused by a grinning Malcom running in. Next him stood a girl who looked almost exactly like him. Even if Percy noticed the resemblance she and Malcom shared, he knew her specifically from somewhere else. Percy took in the appearence of the girl, and it took all his will not to stare at her for an excessive amount of time.

The girl had extremely curly hair that was cut in a 'V' shape down to her mid back, it was a hollow honey blonde color yet it had slight hints of a natural light brown coming from her roots. She was fresh-faced, and had a slightly structured face meaning her cheek bones were a little more visible than usual. Her skin was glowing with a brilliant tan, it wasn't too dark nor was it off-colored. Though, what struck Percy the most were her eyes. Malcom didn't have grey eyes, his eyes were more of a light greyish blue color, rather than the girls full blown steel grey color. It was more of a mixture of different shades of grey but they held a certain brightness. Her thin, yet plump pink lips formed a small smile at the sight of the group infront of her. Percy kne why she was here, and he didn't like the idea of it at all.

"Who is this?" Leo asked, a crazy grin plastered on his face. "Is this our personal cheerleader? 'Cause, baby, I know you can do a lot more than cheering." Leo finished off his offer with a wink, and only received a glare in reply.

Malcom glared at Leo before gesturing towards the girl. "No, Leo, she's not our cheerleader nor do I think she would agree to becoming one, either. This is my cousin, Annabeth."

Reyna had a sour look on her face as she stared at Annabeth. "And why is she here?"

"She's going to be our new coach, and teammate," Malcom announced.

"Who do you think you are to have the sudden right to declare that?" Reyna questioned fiercely.

"We haven't even seen her fight!" Bianca protested.

Rachel looked at Annabeth distatefully. "Does she even know the first thing when it comes to fighting?"

Clarisse snorted. "She doesn't look like she would hurt a fly."

Of course the girls would be the ones to immediately talk down the idea of Annabeth joining.

Annabeth obviously had enough of being talked down so she defended herself. "What makes you think you have the right to judge me? Look at your friend here." Annabeth thrusted her hand out towards Silena. "She worries about her appearence, make-up, and the latest styles yet she's earned her spot on a team. You can tell by just looking at her badazzled sports bra. What makes you think I'm not worthy enough?"

Typical Annabeth, Percy thought.

Connor awkwardly coughed, but Percy knew it was a cover up from a laugh that was almost sounded. "She does have a point there."

Clarisse stood up, and slowly stalked towards Annabeth until they were face to face. "You're not worthy enough because you haven't proved yourself. Everyone in this group has proved themselves."

"If I remember correctly, but the rules of the Fight Club state that if someone is recommend or invited by one team memeber then it's an automatic in," Annabeth said matter of factly, while crossing her arms.

"We don't give two craps about the rules, we want someone who can fight and fights well," Clarisse shot back, a growl rolling off her words. Annabeth's eye twitched at her words, but she let out a sickly sweet smile.

"If you wonder why you can't defeat Hylla it's because she notices the limp in your right foot and uses it to her advantage. Hylla can't kick for the life of her, she only uses what she doesn't have against her opponent. If you were smart you would've already noticed that her blocks are weak, and it's quite simple to get underneath her guard rather than throwing sloppy punches. By the way, work on your fakes, they're becoming predictable."

Hit 'em where they're sore, Percy thought, Exactly the Annabeth I remember.

Annabeth gave Clarisse a satisified smirk before stomping out of the locker room. To say the least, she left everyone shocked. But Percy was expecting her to do something like that. Percy was slowly starting to accept Annabeth, if she could notice the most unnoticable things then she would be the perfect coach. He would've never thought of her turning to the Fight Club, but it must've been a pretty important reason as to why.

She had to prove herself, and Percy was going to make sure it happened now. Percy followed her out of the locker room, into the hallway. She abruptly turned around, and stared Percy down. Her lips were set on a firm line, and her arms were still crossed. Annabeth's eyes held no recognition at all, which upset Percy a little.

"What do you want?" Annabeth asked, evident annoyance in her voice.

"What, I can't say "hi" to an old friend?" Percy joked, smiling genuinely at her shocked face.

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