AN: This Story Is Far From Finished, I'm Only Posting To Know Whether The Story's Good Or Not, All Comments And PM's Welcome, BTW: I'll Change The Story's Format Into One More Comfortable To Read And Split It Into The Chapters You're Accustomed To After I Know If I Should Keep Writing Or Modify It
WE GET SAVED BY A BLOND WITH A GREAT ASS
I woke up to the sound of the TARDIS on my phone alarm. Like normal I set it on snooze and went back to sleep but my brother, knowing of my lazy habits, came into my room and turned off my air conditioner. After a while I finally got up and got dressed like any other morning. When I got to school, I went over to my two best friends. My school is a really old place that's been remodeled to look modern. It had a big old cross visible at the entrance which they claim to be the only thing remaining from the original school and sadly, my school was one of the only two schools in Puerto Rico that is just for guys. Just my kind of luck. I went over to my friends, smiled, and said "cabrĂ³n, you're never going to believe this shit." "What'd you do this time?" said my friend Diego. Diego is a not fat, not skinny black kid that behaves whiter than Mr. Rogers and Flanders combined but is still pretty cool, except for the fact that he doesn't know how to lose, he yells too much without even noticing, makes dumb jokes, and can't wait to be the center of attention all the time but hey he's my friend. "I joined the Kloo Klux Klan." I said jokingly. "Estoy jodiendo" I said, "But no seriously, I had this weird-ass dream where I was in a dark room and a man that just seemed to radiate fear approached me and told me that he was my patron and..." "Cut the bullshit," said Diego. "You're making this shit up." I swore to him that I wasn't making this up but he didn't believe me. "Fuck it." I said but inside I was still pondering on what my 'patron' had told me. "You're quest shall come soon" said the man in black whose eyes glowed red in the dark and were the only visible parts of his body "and you will not disappoint" The man in the shadows then slashed me up with a black sword, a sword that was as black as nightmare, a sword that I have seen in my dreams before, only that I was always the one wielding it. When I woke up after I set the alarm to snooze I saw my shirt was torn, with a slash across the chest. Of course I didn't realize that until I got to school and was about to tell Diego my dream. The weird thing was, when my brother woke me up for the second time, I didn't recall seeing my shirt torn. "I was probably still asleep." I told myself but a tiny spot in the very back of my mind said "You know you weren't." When I saw Angel I said to him "So how'd it go?" referring the date he had with his girlfriend the day before. He gave me this look that said "I'll tell you later" which meant it didn't go well. Angel is a skinny white guy that behaved like a complete douchebag but that was part of his charm, he had dark emo/fag looking hair (though just to tease him we call it fag hair), dark eyes (like most Puerto Ricans) and was the only one in our group who actually managed to get a girlfriend every once in a while. Diego and I both stared at Angel until he finally budged. "We broke up." No one really knew what to say to that so I did the normal thing and said "Nigga I think I just saw a mariachi light up in Diego's eyes." They both stared at me and Angel slapped me in the face (which was actually normal) and went to slap Diego but when he flinched we fist bumped and took turns punching Diego in the arm. The rest of the day went by as normal but at the end of the day, when the girls from other schools came to practice for the talent show in a couple of weeks, we were sitting and talking when three kids in orange t-shirts and jeans passed us by. There was a cute blonde in the middle between two guys, one looked like one Santa's elves. He had long fingers that wouldn't stop tinkering with something in his hands, the reason this caught my attention was because it looked distinctly like a bronze hand-grenade. The other kid looked like a stereotypical surfer with dark hair, a tan, and he seemed pretty well built, like a swimmer. The girl was our real target. Just by looking at them we could tell that they weren't from Puerto Rico and we just guessed they couldn't speak Spanish. Angel shouted behind them "acho mami ese culo!" Santa's elf stopped them from walking any further. "Leo what did he say?" asked the blonde with a dangerous tone in her voice. Leo looked at me with eyes that just yelled out "RUN BEFORE SHE GETS YOU!" and said "Damn shorty that ass!" she looked at me and Angel with gray eyes that told me we just made the biggest mistake of our lives getting on her bad side. "Boy you better run" said the surfer dude to Angel and me "Run like you're on fire." Was it me or did Leo give surfer dude a look like "Haha real funny"? Then my life changed forever. Angel grabbed my arm to make a run for it when he saw the blonde draw her dagger (though it was probably just to scare us off) and electricity ran down my arm and Angel was blasted about 20ft. back. The looks on the blonde changed from mad to shocked to pissed but looked up at the sky as if it were its fault. Leo on the other hand was grinning like a dumbass and surfer dude said "Annabeth..." Annabeth looked over just in time to see Angel erupt in multi colored light that burned a crater where he was standing. Angel was staring around him in a shocked face that would have been funny if we hadn't just discovered that we had powers. We were lucky that the hallway was empty but just at that moment Diego came out of an empty room near the hallway and said "Man this is bullshit! Why don't I get any powers?!"Annabeth looked over him and quickly dismissed him as unimportant. She walked up to me and said "Why aren't you dead?" my what-the-fuck look must have been enough for her to say "You don't know do you? Of course how could you? But then why haven't you been claimed or attacked?" "Percy!" she said to surfer dude, "Get the chariot we need to get these two over to Chiron!" I came back to this universe after that last sentence and said "Chariot? Chiron? This isn't Greek Mythology!" but something in the back of my mind told me otherwise. "Look." I said trying to stay calm, "I read the stories about the greek heroes, and the monsters so unless you're taking us to see and old man about to turn 6,000 whose gonna teach me to fight manticores, I'd appreciate it if you back the fuck up and explain what the hell is going on." At that very moment, a roar shook the floor. "Thank you, you really did it this time!" Percy shouted at me over the roars. I was gonna ask what I did but then a creature I recognized from the old stories jumped in front of me. "That's not possible." I murmured. A full size Manticore was standing in front of me and at that moment I knew this was no joke, these people were for real. The Manticore looked like a bad mixture between a man, a lion, and a scorpion; it had the body and mane of a lion, the tail of a scorpion and a human face which only got me wondering on how could this creature swallow people whole in the old stories, how the hell did they fit into its mouth? Percy pulled out a pen from his pocket, which puzzled me at first, but when he uncapped it, it grew into a full size bronze sword. Annabeth pulled out her dagger, which seemed useless against the beast. And Leo's hands spontaneously burst into flames. Something told me to check my pockets, which seemed dumb but I pulled out a black and blue ring that I've never seen before and that really didn't look like much but it felt familiar, not the ring but the feeling it gave off, the ring was beautifully black with a slightly blue pattern on it. There was something about that ring. Suddenly I felt like I was just slapped in the face, and way harder than when Diego and Angel do it I'll give you that. The ring was black with blue; A dark black with a blue trim. But the black was dark, as dark as a nightmare. It was the same metal as the sword from his dreams. While Percy, Leo and Annabeth struggled to fight the beast, and Angel slowly regained his consciousness, I put on the ring and the second I clenched my fist, the ring melted away into a full size, sword that seemed to attract the shadows, it was darker than any shadow, blacker than any ghetto, it was as black as a nightmare itself. The sword was perfectly balanced, like it was made for me (and I got the feeling it was), it had a brown leather strap on the handle that was extremely comfortable. The guard (the thingy between the blade and the handle) was etched with the words Stygian. When I looked up I saw that Percy had a bad wound in his head, Leo's hand-flames flickered to an end as he collapsed and Annabeth was lying unconscious with a her left arm that was extremely swollen. They had protected me from this beast, and they had risked their lives for a guy that they didn't even know. I walked over to Angel who was almost able to stand up, I put my hand on his chest and gave him a pulse of electricity that was so precisely controlled that it did no harm, it just woke him up enough to come to the same realization as me. His hands lit up with that blinding, multicolored light with the same control and precision that neither of us knew where it was coming from. Electricity ran down my arm and up my sword and as Percy finally collapsed, Angel and I charged the beast, both knowing that this might be and probably would be the last thing we did. The last thing we saw before engaging in a head on fight with a nearly indestructible beast that just took down three experienced warriors, was Diego screaming "Que se joda esto!" and running away from the fight.
