Please note that the president and everything is made up and I don't even know if there is a governor. 

"Why have there been so many deaths of a late?" The president asked the governor.

  "We don't know yet, sir. But we have suspicions that it might be a new group. Probably paid to kill."

>------Four months later--------->----->-------->

  It has been five months since the mass killings started. All the civilians of the U.S. were afraid at night, for that is when they would strike. The rooms always had a light lamp on. Parents were afraid that their children would be next. The people were starting to think back about their past mistakes.

  The police were working overtime, prowling the streets in pairs during the night, but they were never able to catch them. They would just come and go, swift and silent like a shadow. Those they killed, were never pronounced dead during the night. For even their victims do not make a single sound. They were careful, no weapons left behind, no footprints, not even the slightest of sounds. 

  They, the name given to them by the civilians, were called the Silent Ones. Little did they know that was also the name of the Lord of the Dead.

  Then, a pattern became clear. On the floor, right where the bodies of the victims laid, were two letters. Or more specifically, and acronym. Just two letters, with two dots after each. The letters S and A. 

  They were carved onto the floor with weapons that are now used as props. Or merely for cutting things such as meat. Weapons that by right, were the first kinds of destruction that were not brute strength and the use of hands.

  Most often then not, they head of the victims would be stabbed through the heart, most likely to prevent their victims from screaming. They were murdered in cold blood. And the only clue who they were were the acronyms. Now, even speaking of them was not allowed, for fear that they were the ones next.

  Even though it was daytime, the governor, Henry, was afraid of the Silent Ones would strike him dead. He was on his way to meet the president, Aiden, and was literally bubbling with excitement. He knocked on the door and went in, not even bothering for a reply, for he knew that Aiden would be thanking him soon. 

  "Aiden, I have news! Good and bad, pick one." Aiden looked up from his computer and frowned.

  "Henry, what did I say about knocking? And I suppose we can hear the good news first." The president replied.

  "Well, we found a lead! And even more, for we captured one of the Silent Ones!" Henry shouted, unable to control his excitement. Aiden's eyes widened. Finally, after five months, someone was caught, and justice could prevail. 

  "Quick, tell me everything!"

  "Well, this one, you see, was probably not as skilled as the rest. He was not as careful. His target, Marcus Gomer, heard him breaking into his bedroom through his window around midnight. He screamed, and the police were alerted and arrested him. Didn't even try to fight, as I heard. Also, I have informed all the leaders of other countries. They are taking the first flight to America. Tomorrow, at four, we would interrogate that Silent One. " Aiden nodded his head.

  "And the bad?" Aiden prompted.

  "Another one found dead, Mike Roberts. But this wasn't like the rest. He wasn't stabbed. His throat was slit, done by a master's hand. His body was found at around 7 in the morning. Forensics said that he was at least four hours dead." Aiden nodded his head grimly.

  "But like the others, S.A. carved on the floor?"

  "No, you see, when the decreased body was found, as I said, his throat was slit, there was a lot of blood. But one of the forensics discovered something. She cleaned away the blood, and sure enough, on his throat, right where it was cut, were three more lines. Very straight, leaving no room for confusion as of what it was." Henry continued. 

  "So, what was it?" 

  "The letter, K."

-------Time skip to next day----->--------->-------->

   It was a busy day. Ministers and presidents came from all over the world. Kings and Queens and came with royal guards. Reporters were getting ready. All in all, the crowd was like the ones you see during the Olympic games.

  A plat form was set-up in front of the White House, with chairs for all the leaders of the countries to watch. All the civilians stood at the back. The seating arrangement was arranged as such as the seats were separated, with space in the middle for someone to walk through. Police and guards were stationed incase the the Silent One escaped. On the platform stood a chair, for him to sit on.

  The mood was grim, for everyone would be watching the interrogation of the man, or one of the group he belonged in. Everywhere worldwide, people were watching. Adults, no matter if they were at work, would be turning on their devices to the worldwide broadcast. Children too, were watching it in school.

  At exactly four in the evening, the president came onto the platform.

A hush fell upon the crowd as the president spoke. "Today, we gather to watch the interrogation of a criminal. For he and his accomplice killed countless in America. The police have worked overtime, just so to catch the people we call the Silent Ones. Every night, we have lived in fear, for we never knew when they would strike." the president paused. "Bring the criminal!" The Silent One was brought onto the stage and onto the chair.

  "What is you name?" the president asked.

  "Marvolo." he replied. His hood was down, so you could see his features. He had dark brown hair, with brown eyes peering into the president's.

  "You have committed a crime, Marvolo, have you not?" 

  "Not that I was aware of."

  "Well then, Marvolo, what does S.A. stand for?"

  Marvolo smirked, his eyes cold as ever. "You ignorant mortals. You don't even know what two simple letters stand for. Let me give you a piece of advice. Don't mess with forces that you shouldn't trifle with."

  Aiden gritted his teeth. "The name?" he pressed on.

  Marvolo shrugged. "If you insist, then, well, fine. S.A. stands for... Shadow Assassins. But of course, I wouldn't expect you to know." The crowd gasped, murmuring to others, a cacophony of voices destroying the previous near silence. All had a sing thought in their mind. Who were the Shadow Assassins?

  "And K. Who is K?" Aiden pressed on.

  A smile graced his features. One that did not reach his eyes. "Why, the King, or course." And with that, black smoke swirled around Marvolo's feet. It swirled and swirled, a big mass of darkness. 

  Once the smoke cleared, the crowd was astounded. For, there was no one left on the seat. It was empty, like no one was ever there...

Place: Unknown. Time: After Marvolo's escape

  Marvolo arrived at a place. It was dark, clouded heavily with something called the mist. And there, stood a figure. A figure clad in black, his hood drawn up. 

  "You did well." The figure whispered, almost apathetically.

  "Thank you, my lord." Marvolo said, inclining his head.

  The figure turned around. The figure was somebody called the King. The King that was a formidable opponent, for no one have best his skills yet. With a snap of his fingers, the duo was teleported back to the King's empire. His enemies- the monsters, giants, titans, knew not to mess with him or any of his people. For if they did, they would be sent to the void.

  But there was a fact about the king that not many knew. For once, he was known by another name. A name that would, too, strike fear into the monsters hearts, if they even had one. His other name was,

  Percy Jackson.