It was a nice day. I guess. You see when you're living on the streets, scraping for money and food, and in a desperate need of a shower you don't really notice how the weather is. Unless if it's raining. Well, anyway I was sitting in Central Park holding my most prized possession that was also my life line, my sketch pad. I made money by selling my sketches. Of course I couldn't sit down long enough to finish a sketch. I must have ADHD or something.

Anyway, I was finishing up a sketch that I started way too long ago and my stomach growled. I realized that I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. I checked my pockets. Three dollars and fifty cents was all the money I had. Well great. I got up and looked for the nearest McDonalds.

About fifteen minutes later I found the beautiful arches that meant food would go into my stomach. It meant I wouldn't starve today. I couldn't read the sign. It looked like random squiggles. I have dyslexia. I entered the fast food restaurant. The smells of grease hit me immediately. The sounds of fatty beef hitting the skillets, fries enter vats of oil, and disgruntled people waiting to get their orders. This place was heaven.

I walked up to the casher and ordered a double cheeseburger meal. Well there goes the rest of my money. Great, just lovely. Oh well, at least I got some food.

I sat the booth in the corner. I hated having my back exposed. I feel so venerable when I my back is exposed. I stuffed my face with the cheeseburger. I stifled a moan when I tasted the delicious meat. The salt and oil covered fries were heaven to my taste buds. The meal was finished quickly.

I decided that I should finish my tree sketch here in the refreshing AC. I refilled my Coke and started working. The sketch didn't take too long to finish. After that, it took a lot of will power to leave the air conditioned Palace of Meat.

As I left I heard the creepiest thing in my life. It was also very sad and made me feel longing. It filled me with false hope. "Alexis!" a man called my name. It freaked me out because I knew that voice. It was my dad's voice. It couldn't be my dad. It couldn't be because my dad died. He's been dead for the past four years.

As I was stunned in disbelief, he continued, "Alexis, my sweetheart, please come with me. We can go back home and be happy again. I can take you to that art school that you wanted to go to so much. We can be happy again, Als." He used my nickname. My dad only used it. But, how could that man be my father. For crying out loud he's DEAD. Even though I knew it was impossible for my dad to be the one who was talking me, I wanted it to be him.

That's when I looked at the man who was impersonating my father. First of all it wasn't a man. It couldn't be. This thing was huge. At least twelve feet tall. He looked almost deformed. It's limbs were totally out of proportion compared to the rest of his body. He was horribly filthy and had a huge over coat that had to be at least XXXXL. His mouth was fixed in a evil smile showing yellow, crooked, stained teeth. And in the middle of this guy's head was one huge piercing blue eyes.

So I did what any thinking person would. Kick him where it counts as hard as I could and ran. And keep on running. And running. I ran until I hit the hotdog stand. "Ouch!"

"Hey, watch where you're going, Punk!" the very mad looking hotdog stand dude said.

"I'm sorry! Here let me hel-" I stopped 'cuz I saw the one-eyed freak running towards me.

"Got to go. Nice knowing ya!" Then I bolted the clearest path away from the freak.

"Hey get back here!"

As it turns outs running for your life can be very tiring business. I don't know how long I ran I just knew it was too far. But the dude was still chasing me. What was I supposed to do. I stopped and turned to the guy. I was gonna face him head on. He was about twenty feet away from me. He covered the ground in about four steps. How did I run faster than this guy?

"Foolish little Half-Blood." he exclaimed his voice was now deeper and was inhuman. "Are you giving yourself up? Are you going to make this easy for me? Where would the fun be in that?"

"What do you want with me?" I said, ignoring his questions and asking my own.

"What foolish little question you ask me! Do you not know little Half-Blood?" Then he lunged at me.

I quickly skipped out of his way and kept out of his grimy clutches. I looked around for anything I could use for a weapon. Then I found an abandoned old cane. I guessed it was the best weapon I could find. The huge monster gave an earthshaking laugh. "Are you trying to entertain me little Half-Blood?" He asked me still laughing.

"What the hell is a 'Half-Blood'?" I questioned.

"You don't know what you are little Half-Blood?" He continued his evil chuckle.

"Stop calling me something I'm not." Then I jabbed the dude in his eye. He screamed with pain. Yes, it worked. So I did it again.

"STOP THAT!!!!" he screamed. Then I realized what the dude was. "You're a Cyclops! How could that be? They aren't real."

"I am real you little vile little creature!" he answered still writhing in pain.

One more stab in the eye and I plunged the cane as far as it would go.

"NOOOOOO!" the Cyclops exclaimed as it turned into a disgusting color dust.