A/N: Written for the Pick a number, get a character challenge.
Bianca bit her lip. It was a bad habit of hers, something she did unconsciously when she was nervous or scared. Right now, it was a bit of both.
"Come on, Nico, hurry up." She muttered under her breath, gaze darting from side to side. Beside her, Nico struggled to keep up with her longer strides as she began walking faster.
"What's wrong Bianca?" he asked. "Where are we going?"
Anywhere but here. She didn't answer and sped up a bit more. They were walking home from school like any other day when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. At first, she didn't think anything of it but as the foreboding feeling increased, she was getting more and more sure that they were being stalked by someone.
She stopped suddenly. Her fear was now rolling off her in waves as she realized she had walked into a dead ended valley. As the adrenaline pumped through her, Bianca barely notice Nico tugging on her hand.
'We're going to die.' She thought frantically, 'We're going to die in this stinky smelly alleyway with only a beggar to witness our murders.'
The footsteps came closer. Nico had stopped moving and was staring wide-eyed at the entrance. The first thing that registered in her mind was that the person was far too tall to be human. Her second thought was that he only had one eye.
The man grinned down at them with crooked and yellowed teeth, raising what seemed to be a large wooden club. He swung.
Bianca had a near death grip on her brother's arm as they both flinched and waited for the impact. It never came. Instead, what she heard was a large smacking sound and then dust exploded onto her face. Spluttering, she glanced up at her rescuer. It was another very tall teenager. He smiled kindly at them and carefully brushed them off and introduced himself as Tyson.
Bianca simply nodded in a daze as she tried not to think of what just happened. There was no body in the alleyway.
Nico was simply bouncing in glee, having already recovered from the experience and now asking a tornado of questions. Bianca, still jumpy and wary, was relieved when their saviour mentioned he had somewhere he needed to be and promptly left.
She gripped her brother's arm again and practically dragged him outside.
'I'm hallucinating,' she thought to herself, 'there's no possible way for me to see not just one, but two people with one eye.'
The two siblings soon returned to their safe, cozy house and it wasn't long before they forgot the experience all together.
A month later, she would meet someone by the name of Percy Jackson and she would recall everything. But for now, her ignorance was her strength and she revelled in it.