Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, so sadly, I do not own Percy Jackson. Dammit. I only own my OC's.
I was running. I could hear the growling, hear the thuds of it running behind me. I ran faster. I need to find a forrest, I thought. It sounded like a big dog (abit a giant, mutant, killing machine one) that was fast in clear spaces. If I was running in a forest, it would have a hard time dodging the trees. I needed to find one now, or else I was dog chow. I saw a sign, and beyond it tall trees. I stumbled, then continued running for the trees. Thank god I had always had an excess amount of adrenalin, otherwise I would have collapsed from exhaustion a long time ago. As I sprinted through the thick trees and jumped over the gnarling roots covering the ground, the growling behind me grew faint.
I ran up a hill where a huge pine tree stood, deciding now would be a good time as ever to rest. The waning moon was hidden behind a wispy cloud, so for now at least, I was safe. I leaned my back against the rough bark of the tree, hidden in its shadow. I was fading fast now. My arms and legs were covered in scratches and my whole body ached. My hand was pressed against my stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood coming from the gash. The dog could probably smell it, since my shirt was soaked through with blood. Also, I needed the blood badly, to live and all that.
Abruptly, I straightened, realizing that the forest was too quiet. No crickets or rustling at all. Scheiße. I spun around just as the dog leapt at me. Thankfully, my clumsy feet stumbled over a tree root as I backed up, making me fall behind the tree. I crab walked backwards as quickly as I could and stood up, facing my pursuer.
It was a giant dog. But it was no ordinary dog. It looked like it was made from shadows, with glowing red embers for eyes. Like a dog from hell. Its breath billowed out in a cloud as we stared at each other, the hunter and the hunted. Then the dog sprang at me. I raised my arms to cover myself, absolutely sure I was going to die then and there, when I heard a giant BOOM! as if the hell dog had hit a wall. When I opened my eyes, the dog was still standing on the other side of the pine tree, growling at me. What had happened? From somewhere off to my left, I could hear voices shouting and the sound of running foot steps. Not waiting around to see if these new people were friendly, I sprinted off into the woods, in the opposite direction.
Tis a pretty, pretty line break
Nico Di Angelo happened to be on patrol the night the hellhound tried to get into camp. He held back, Clarisse and her boyfriend, Chris could take care of it by themselves. And besides, he was tired. Nico was just turning around to walk away, when he spotted something on the ground, by the tree that used to be his cousin, Thalia. He walked over to it, knelt down and touched it. It was red, sticky and slightly warm. It was human blood. A lot of it.
*Scheiße- Shit in German