One-Shots

He's A Perfect 'Ten'

Fandom: Percy Jackson 

Hello there, my name is Pithien Black, I'm fifteen, and I can measure the danger factor of everyone I meet with a single glance. Most people you meet on the streets are typical 1-4, police officers range 3-5, FBI, CIA, Secret Service and the likes are an easy 4-6, and terrorists/serial killers are a good 6-8. Never in my life had I ever seen a 10, or a 9 or 8 for that matter. That was, of course until I met him. I was sitting in my first-period class, doing my work like normal when he was guided in by the principle. The entire class stopped to look at the two of them, and Mr. Victore took advantage of this and started speaking.

"Class, this is your new student, Nico Di Angelo. I expect for you to treat him kindly, and help him adjust, that is all." And with that, he walked out of the room. Nico was wearing a black skull t-shirt with a leather jacket over it, black skinny jeans and a chain belt, something that you don't see in this small town that we live in, but what caught my eye was the pitch black 10 above his head. I froze, and all the blood drained from my face as I saw him glance over at me, and his gaze caught my eye as the teacher pointed him over to the empty seat by me. I ducked my head down, hoping not to draw attention to myself, I had no idea why this kid, no older than I, was as dangerous as one could get, but I was determined to avoid him, hoping to not get murdered, but he seemed to have his sights set on me, sitting next to me in each class and passing notes, he was extremely good in Latin class, and knew Greek, Latin, Spanish, and Italian, all the teachers thought he was a perfect student, and he already befriended half the school, but he did nothing to show me why he was so dangerous, that was until a week later when an active shooter entered the building. We were in art, carving wood with pocket knives when the call came over the intercom, and we heard shots from, what we thought, was the other end of the school, so we decided to use the new procedure when you're on the other end of the school from the threat, and make a run for it. Sadly, we were wrong, and the shooter turned the corner just as the last person exited the classroom. He raised his gun, and in one fluid motion, looking like he had done it all his life, Nico flicked open one of the pocket knives and threw it a good, 20 feet. The knife spun in the air and landed on the shooters shoulder, making him drop the gun, and allowing a SWAT officer to come up behind him and force him to the ground. Another officer picked up the knife and put it in one of those crime scene bags before walking over and leading Nico away by the are, most likely to question him. It wasn't soon after that, that I learned, that the entire world learned the existence of the Greek Gods, and soon after that we learned that he was a Demigod. He walked over to the shadows and melted into them, then when I went home and flicked on my light he was sitting on my bed. He explained to me that I was a Demigod and that I needed to be taken to a camp. I was skeptical at first but went with him anyway. I will never forget the shock of entering the camp and seeing a hundred level tens, and another hundred level nines, and a bunch of the younger kids, were level eights.

I guess I should update my inventory now. Most people you meet on the streets are typical 1-4, police officers range 3-5, FBI, CIA, Secret Service and the likes are an easy 4-6, terrorists, and serial killers are a good 6-8, but Demigods? Were 8-10. The most dangerous you can get, and you should remember that.