Summary: OC Jordan looks for a normal life away from his treacherous past. Except he didn't know that his escape to the small city of Beacon Hills makes normal seem like a foolish dream, as he goes on an odyssey of his own. Rated T for now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All details that match real life are unintentional. This includes names, places, FAKE credit card and social security info.

Author's Note: (As of 4/16/2013) This story has been up a while. Most of these chapters have secrets in them. Messages, links, codes- an interactive mystery fantasy fanfic. I posted 6 chapters on fanfiction .net, and posted more on a third party secret site as part of the story. No one found the hints though. So I have been rewriting this to make it easier.

Some chapters are blog posts by the main OC, like this one. Wolves and Beacon Hills people start to show up on Chapter 3. Setting is post Season 1 ending.

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Diary Journal 42: Poseidon don't have no hold on this sea.

How can this happen? Every fiber of my being still can't believe it;

Even now that it's been 7 years since this nightmare started. But now, I can relax in front of the

Library having a banana-nut muffin with my tall iced mocha double frappe chocolate caramel ice mint

Plain cappuccino with whipped cream and cinnamon while reading a novel by Lydia White,

My favorite writer.

Eventually, I decided that I didn't care much for the sweetness of the coffee. I'd have it straight black, no

Cream. This is what my peers drink though: a smorgasbord of flavors and sugars covering the bitter taste

Of life. Hah. Everyone took a drink like this in stride. For me, it felt like my life became a drink. Then, that

Nasty drink was covered with flavors, sugars and calories: sweet, sweet calories.

Recently, I've been more contemplative. My mind just won't shut up. Flashing memories drown me:

A never-ending playlist of a more dangerous time. I try to shut it out as I read on.

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Dragons surrounded Ryu, a bitter insult from destiny, when suddenly dozens of kunai and shuriken
flew from the shadows. It must've happened in a nanosecond. In a blink of my eye, all the carnage,

every strike and slash, reduced the ninjas to chunks of meat; cut clean through the bone. My mouth

remained hanging for the next second when I feel the tug of a muscled arm on my stomach. Rin

raised me on his shoulders as he jumped through the skyline of Nepal.

"You? What are you doing? Let me go! Ryu is still back there! We have to go back!;" I shouted

at the top of my lungs.

"Too dangerous. Plus, I'm sure he can handle himself.;" Rin replied, avoiding my stare.

"No, he can't fight in his condition! His shoulder is still in a sling!;" I said, as my voice cracked.

I was shaking. One, I was still on Rin's shoulder. Two, I was scared for my life. Three, I'm above

Nepal's rooftops, carried by jumps of haste and need. We were running for dear life. From fatigue, I
entered a deep sleep, not knowing if I was truly safe with Rin, a man surrounded by danger.

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"Trying to hide from me, John?"; a voice said to my ear. I fell (err, flailed) out of my seat, clumsily.

"Hey, I hope I didn't scare you. Watcha doin', buddy?"; the man replied.

I just laughed. Back in my chair, I said; "Nothin' much. Just chillin'. Oh, and I knew you were coming."

"Really? Is that why there's some spilled cream cheese on your shirt?;" he teased.

"That's whipped cream from my drink. I spilled some earlier." I reasoned.

"You can keep on telling yourself that. I've been here for 5 minutes staring at you, trying to grab your
Attention. You were all zoned out, eyes lethargic and all." he said.

"Lethargic? What do you mean 'lethargic'? All I know is that I'm here reading this story-"

Flashes of light suddenly catch my eye. My muscles tightened ready to duck and run to the nearest post.

Racing across the field will get me to my .40 caliber handguns quickest. I'll be a sitting duck. I saved that

Entry point for a night attack. Shoulda planned that better.; I thought, cursing under my breath.

Deciding guns are better than no guns, I prepare to run across the field with a slight turn of my head.

If this was a rookie, I have to be extra careful. He would be erratic, nervous from the first kill. Plus, his

Shot may be off and could hit a random civilian, or worse: someone I knew. I have to play it cool.

Acting tired, I yawned and stretched my back. I fell backwards off my seat, back-tucking and rolled once.

Finding my balance, I stood up rubbing my head, looking as aloof as possible. My clumsy act allowed me
To end up behind the library columns. Perfect.

"Ehehe. Guess you're right. Though lethargic ain't the word I'd have used.;" I said, leaning on the post.

"Reeeaaaal smooth, Mr. Acrobat.;" he replied rushing over. "You didn't break anything, right?"

"Besides my pride? Nah. Can you hand me my backpack?"

"Let me look at your head first. You might have a concussion or something."

"Ugh. I didn't hit my head. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you later about the Literature pop quiz you luckily

Evaded. "

"Professor Samuels had a pop quiz? Man! On the day I decided not to go to class…"

"Really? Like every class? You've been in class for only 4 times this month!;" I teased. "It's a good thing

I still decide to lend you my notes, even if we're still sort of strangers. "

"Now you're not going to change your mind, are you? We've been buds since-"

"Trig class. Yup. Trigonometry with Professor Stein, last semester, a month ago.;" I said, proving a point.

"Still mad for scaring you earlier?;" he asked. "Nah, I'm teasing."; I replied. I walk away, waving my hand.

Good.; I thought. No more distractions. No more liabilities. The flashes looked like they're coming out

Of a window from the Mathematics building, though I wasn't sure.

Foolish mistake.; I thought. There are only 3 reasonable exits from that point. There are 9 landmarks that

Obstruct the view. Not to mention, the fact that the Math building is NEVER empty. Too many witnesses-

"Rookie" written all over it.

Out of nowhere, I heard laughter and I see my enemy: a group of freshmen huddled up,

Passing a hacky sack covered in red sequins just by the entrance of the Math building.

Ego shot down hard, I sighed my biggest sigh of the day. I still felt my ears pounding, my poor heart

Racing at ten times the speed of light. I was too jumpy. I shouldn't be. This was all in my past. I

Allow myself to laugh over the stupidity and fear surrounding the situation.

There will never be use for my stashes across campus. No one is chasing you. All this time, all of this

Isn't a marathon where you "weed out the weak and pathetic mortals and prime the Greek warriors

Of our time." No, it's just another day of school full of classes, breaks, thinking, and remembering.

Nostalgia is definitely not of this day. No one will die as they reach Athens.

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Fits of rage and anguish. Screaming in the distance. Bloodied hands grabbing a lock of auburn hair…

I… I didn't know where I was, or what I was seeing. All these images were overwhelming and the only
reason I breathe, the only thing I wanted to say was his name… "Rin…"

Exiting the trance, I felt guilty. Why? Why did I say Rin's name? Rin has been there for me since

before this mess started. He'll be there when this catastrophe ends. And how do I repay him? How do

I show the gratitude not yet seen by the hands of time? I slip Rin's name…

Reaching a stop, Rin lets me down in an unknown hotel room and turns to leave. I collect my thoughts
dreading the journey ahead. No more words left my lips that night, as I ached of despair and confusion.

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