A teenager sat alone at a table in a cafe, a half empty cup of coffee in front of him. A TV was playing from behind the counter, a teenage girl at the register. The smell of coffee beans filled the air, a mild chattering buzzing from the other customers. The boy leaned his head back, revelling in the sunlight streaming through the clear window he sat next to. His eyes opened once again, focusing on the television now. He could vaguely hear the voice of a reporter coming from the speakers. His keen senses could make out what she was saying. She stood in front of a half destroyed building, debris and rubble littering the ground behind her and clouds of dust sifting through the air.

"-here at the Rockefeller Center, where the Avengers have struck again. After apprehending the criminals, and destroying a good portion of one of the buildings, they fled the scene, just as they have many times before; disappearing off the face of the earth. Where have they gone? No one knows, but it is certain that they will come again-" The boy snorted softly, his sea green eyes moving away from the screen. He picked up his paper cup and drained the contents in a few big gulps. He then noticed the number written on the cup, with the name Holly underneath it. He rolled his eyes, putting the cup down and standing up. He walked out of the little cafe, the soft breeze now pulling at his already messy black hair. He put his hands in his hoodie pockets and started walking down the street. He was somewhere in America. From all his travelling, he barely remembered where he was anymore. It had all become a blur of countries to him.

He felt a tingling sensation run through his body and he knew it was his sixth sense warning him of something. But he didn't break his stride, or lose his calm composure. He glanced over slightly at a shop window, looking at the reflection rather than the contents of the store. A man and a woman, both wearing dark suits, sunglasses and earpieces, were following behind him. So obvious. His eyes scanned over the street, pausing on a group of tourists on the other side of the road. He picked out another two agents, both decked in Hawaiian shirts, shorts and sandals. Another he found wearing a tracksuit, a phone held against her ear as she pretended to speak. Percy wanted to scoff at their weak attempts of disguises, especially since all three had their hands resting on their hidden gun holsters. A glint of silver caught his attention from the second floor of a building further ahead of him. When he looked closer, he could see the barrel of a gun peeking out of the open window. A sniper. He located another two snipers in the buildings around him. There was an alley a few metres ahead of him, which he assumed another few agents were waiting. An ambush.

He stopped, his face blank now. He could tell that all of the agents were tensing, reaching for their concealed guns. He took out his cell phone and plugged in his earphones. The two following him advanced slowly, trying to be stealthy. He scrolled through the songs, pressing his finger on Fallout Boy's 'My songs know what you did in the dark'. The Nightstep version of the song started playing in his ears, blocking out the sounds of anything else around him. He looked up, remaining relaxed as the first man pulled out a gun-a standard Glock 19-and put it behind his head. The agent's finger pulled the trigger.

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark

He ducked under it, whirling around before the man could comprehend what had happened, grabbing the mans wrist and and striking at his elbow, making him drop the weapon with a pained cry.

Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

He spun on his heel, delivering a sharp elbow strike to the other person's temple, a woman, followed by a punch to the back of her neck, downing her immediately.

And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

The three agents in disguises ran towards them, guns now in their hands.

I'm in the de-details with the devil

He didn't hear the sounds of people around him screaming and panicking over the song, bringing his leg up in a high kick, hitting the hand of one of the men, who dropped his gun in return.

So now the world can never get me on my level

He blocked a punch from another female agent, giving three back in quick recession before she could recuperate.

I just got to get you out the cage

He grabbed the last man's arm and pushed it to the side, a shot going off next to his head.

I'm a young lovers rage

He twisted around grabbing the man's gun, then slammed his palm into his chest and sent him flying backwards.

Gonna need a spark to ignite

He leaned to the side as a bullet shot towards his face, missing him by only millimeters.

My songs know what you did in the dark

He stood still for a moment, his eyes flickering from each of his assailants.

So light em up up up

He jumped forward into a handstand, pushing his arms outwards as he flipped back to his feet in order to dodge a bullet shot at him.

Light em up up up

He twisted his body around, the second bullet just missing his shoulder.

light em up up up

The bullet from the last sniper raced over his head when he dropped into a crouch.

I'm on fire

His finger curled around the trigger of the gun in his hand as he stood up, knowing the snipers were trying to reload as quickly as possible.

So light em up

He shot the first man coming towards him again in the neck within less than a second, before moving on to the woman who was staggering to her feet.

up

She fell, a hole in her chest.

up

The last man collapsed, a bullet in his head. His eyes moved to the three men running towards him, the ones that had been hiding in the alley.

Light em up

He shot the first one down, gun recoiling and muzzle flashing with each pull of the trigger.

up

The second went down with a gutteral cry. The continuous back and forth movement of the gun's slide sent him into an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

up

The last man fell, a coin shaped wound through his chest. He turned, immediately spotting the three snipers still reloading their rifles from various buildings. He lifted his arm, aiming with precision that could only come from years of practice.

Light em up

The first sniper fell with a strangled yelp and he moved his sightings to the next.

up

The second sniper fell from the window, landing on the concrete with a sickening crack, a bullet in his leg. He moved his gun one last time.

up

The last sniper died silently, slumping half out of the window he had been standing in front of.

I'm on fire.

He hummed the words at the same time with the music.

Ooh oh oh oh

He dropped the gun, looking around at the scene surrounding him.

In the dark, dark

Bodies littered the area, blood seeping on the floor all around him. The street was now empty, as everyone had already fled.

Ooh oh oh oh

Police and ambulance sirens echoed in the distance, getting closer every second. He just put his hands back into his pockets, walking down the street as if nothing had happened.

In the dark, dark

. . .

A man coughed, choking on his own blood. He knew he was dying. The ambulance would be too late to save him. The bullet in his chest sent waves of agony throughout his body. He knew the bullet had pierced his lung, and that he was either going to drown in his own blood or bleed out. His hand reached feebly at his cell phone. He slowly dialled a number, his blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. As he coughed, drops of red splattered over the screen. He could hear the phone ringing for a moment, before someone picked it up.

"Agent Thompson?" The person on the other end answered. "Mission report."

"T-Target..." He managed to croak through his parched throat. He coughed once more, his eyes slowly closing.

"Agent Thompson? Thompson? Can you hear me?"

"P-P..." He tried again to form the words. "P-P-Perseus h-has es-es-es...caped..." He managed to get out, his eyes now closed and his mind going fuzzy.

"Agent Th... pso... ambulance... way... try to...." He drifted in and out of consciousness, until he finally let his mind drift away as he took his final breath. "Agent... Agent Thompson...? Thompson!"