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New story, that i'm really passionate about. I said that about 'The Runner'...but we'll get to that later
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I had never been a normal kid. I knew that. In preschool I could do other things all the other kids wouldn't do till fourth grade. The teachers would always get together it whisper in the corner at how odd I was. Because, although I might have been really smart, I was dyslexic and had ADHD. I couldn't sit still for more than five minutes, unless of course, my mom was reading me a book. Even after years and years of tutoring how to read, I still have a lot of trouble.
I wasn't that popular with my peers. When we were little, everyone would never swing with me on the swing set, and I never had a partner for the see-saw. My mom said it was because the other kids were 'intimidated by my intelligence'. She said the same thing, when I was twelve, and didn't have a date for the dance.
Which brings us to a couple years ago. When I was fourteen, my mother was killed. She was my best friend, my only companion. I talked to her about anything and everything. She was killed by a monster. Now, you know how little kids are afraid of monsters under there bed? Well, they have a good reason to be scared. This monster, with its huge, snake like body, slithered out under my bed with all of the thousands little stingers all over its mouth. I woke up screaming, already having a bad dream and then screaming bloody murder when I say this thing swaying towards me. My mother burst into my room with a sword. When I think back, I don't even remember her buying a sword….ever. She killed the monster, her dying with it. It got its stingers on her before she could move away.
I shuddered at the memory. It burned in my mind like it was branded there. Right now I was sitting on a bench in park. There was a creek behind me, running softly. I sighed, head in my hands. The only thing I had to my name was my guitar, Apollo. Yes, I know. I named my guitar after the musical Greek God.
I pulled out Apollo, and started strumming on it. The tune of 'Break Even' started to play from my finger tips. I started out humming to it, then singing out fully. It was a love story song, but it showed the way my heart felt at this moment. I hadn't had a clean break with my mom, seeing is how I had watched her dye, blood everywhere on my bedroom floor. My heart didn't break even.
"Uh, miss? Are you okay?"
I looked up to see a gothic looking guy looking at me. He was tall, with black spiky hair. Black cloths hair to toe. But he looked at me worriedly. I set Apollo to the side, and nodded. I sniffed, and then realized I was crying. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. He came and sat beside of me.
"Nice guitar" He stated, pointing at it. "It looks like it has history. Like it could tell a story, all you have to do is listen." When he said this, he looked at me. I shifted uncomfortably.
"You want to see him?" I asked, talking for the first time. I picked up Apollo from the neck, and handed it to the boy. It was odd, I'd never let anyone touch Apollo before.
"I'd love too." the boy said smiling. "By the way, my name is Nico."
"My name is…" I trailed off when he looked at me with his dark eyes, smiling slightly. I looked away for a second, getting my breath under control. "My name is Alexandria, Alex for short."
Nico played a few chords, and then my guitar back to me. I smiled slightly when I got it back, blushing ever so lightly when our hands brushed. I was surprised with myself really. I had never let a boy have this hold over me, never.
"So, what you doing here at this time of night?" Nico asked turning towards me.
"I could ask you the same question." I shot back.
"Yes, yes you could." He said chuckling. The sound shot through my limbs like I just got shocked by an electrical outlet.
I opened my mouth to say something, but as I did, I herd a dark sound hit my ears. I say Nico stiffen, and looked at something over my shoulder. I felt my pocket for my dagger, and said in a deadly calm voice, "What kind?"
He looked at me with confusion, not knowing what I was talking about. Then a look of surprise came over his face.
"I don't know. Nothing I have ever seen before."
"On three, we attack. One. Two. THREE!" I yelled, and we both jumped up and charged. I pulled out my tiny little danger, looking puny next too Nico's sword looking thing.
They monster was…appalling to say the least. It looked like a cross between a tiger, and a man. It had a tigers head, paws and it had a tail. Everything else was man. Oh, and did I mention that the tail had thousands of little teeth, that were sharpened to a point. The tiger/man leaped towards me, its paw outstretched to swipe off my face. I stuck out my dagger, to stab his paw, but it never happened. I didn't know I had closed my eyes until I opened them to see Nico wrestling the tiger/man to the ground. He took his sword and pierced the beast right through the heart. The ground started to shake, and were the dead monster was, the earth opened up and swallowed it whole. Nico waved his hand over the whole, closing it up.
"Thanks Dad" He whispered lightly, looking unto the ground. I let out a huge breath that I must have held in while I was watching Nico fight the monster. He turned to me, eyes calm…almost too calm.
"You probably have a lot of questions." He said. "But we've got to get to camp." He took my hand, and started pulling me away.
"Wait!" I yelled, planting my heels in the dirt. "I have to take Apollo."
He looked at me funny. "You know Apollo?"
I pointed to my guitar. "I named it Apollo. Cause you know…he's a music God and everything." I blushed and walked towards the tattered carrying case.
Nico looked at me funny, like he was trying to figure out something. Then he muttered something that sound like 'find' and 'soon enough'. He took my hand again, and walked towards the nearest tree.
"We're going to shadow travel, Alex. It will all be over in a second, and all you have to do is close your eyes and hold on to my hand."
I nodded my head, wrapping my hand more tightly around his.
The last thing I felt was the whooshing of the wind, and then Nico telling me that I could open my eyes.
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