Hamilton Pjo Crossover

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HAMILTON 

THIRD PERSON POV

    As Hamilton sat down in his sofa once again, he pulled out the same book as he had before, and he calmed down. The first few minutes of this were relaxing, and helped him calm down quite a lot. 

    He planned to read for an hour, but on the 37th minute, he heard a gunshot outside his door. He let it go, but a few moments later, the gunshots increased. The federalist got up from his seat and poked his head through his door. His eyes widened at the sight; he simply couldn't believe it. 

     There was the guy from the streets right outside his door: shot and nearly dead. His eyes sifted up to see a few more bodies badly bruised, mostly shot. And as his eyes shifted to the right, his eye just barely caught a few people running away from the scene. 

    The American thought over what to do in this situation, and in the end, he decided it's every man for himself. 

PJO POV 

PERCY

    The seven met by the bridge Jason and Piper was in. As they walk home, Leo collected the bronze Hazel found, taking out his hammer and hit the metal a few times.  It didn't seem to do anything, but Percy decided to leave him alone. Annabeth's wound stopped bleeding, Percy wanted to stab that stupid manticore. 

     As they reached closer to Hamilton's house, they heard the gunshot. 

   "What was that?" Piper asked, anxious.

    "We better go find out." Jason replied. 

   They walked toward the building. People lay dead, other people had guns in their hands. Bullets whizzed through the skies, the clouds suddenly grouped together, blocking the sun. 

    The Percy was stunned. So was everybody else. People were running everywhere. Screams. 

   What the Hades was going on???

     An armed person spotted them. 

   Without aiming, he shot. 

 A sharp pain went through Percy's arm. 

ANNABETH POV

"PERCY!" Annabeth screamed, bending down next to him. She saw the armed man aiming again at the corner of her eye, and she threw her knife, hitting him square on the chest. She turned back to Percy. 

"You're gonna be OK, seaweed brain. You're gonna be just fine." She muttered.

"Yes ma'am." Percy mumbled. "Just a bullet. Superb aim, by the way." 

 Annabeth unwrapped the sweater around her arm, tied it on Percy, and turned to Leo. 

"Search for copper. " she ordered. "We're leaving. As soon as possible."

HAMILTON POV

THIRD PERSON

    The statesman sighed heavily as he plopped down on his sofa once again. He chose to not pick up his book again, and stare blankly at the wall as for he was distracted, or something would go wrong every time he picked up that cursed book. 

   He apatheticlly listened as right outside his door groups and crowds of people were screaming bloody murder as the massacre/battle was rising. He didn't care about the others; that's the way the orphan had been taught. If anyone had tried to ask about who and where he learned this from, his answer would be simple: