Summer was going by so fast, the day becoming night in what seemed like minutes. Soon enough, school would start and everyone would be excited to see me again, crowding around me like I was some superstar, I thought arrogantly as I brushed my long, wavy hair, into a silky sheet of darkness. It reminded me of the waves of the ocean in the middle of night… Gorgeous. After brushing my hair, changing into jean shorts and a black Death Cab For Cutie t-shirt, I stared around my huge dark purple room. I looked around at my cluttered desk, filled with my lost causes of homework, writing, and reading, I looked at my east wall, which was just a huge window, leading out onto a terrace and a glorious view of Times Square, seeing lost tourists casually waltzing around the streets, or cute couples holding hand and looking at maps. After a few minutes of admiring my perfect life, Percy rushed into my room, hopping on one leg, trying to get his shoe on.
"Angel, we're going out, okay?" My older brother ordered urgently, grabbing my arm, and as we got outside, he threw me into our mom's dark blue 2007 Prius. Oh, so now I didn't have a choice? As he opened the door to the driver's seat, I started asking the questions.
"Where are we going? Does mom know? Is it in New York? I have my cell phone right here, I'll call mom if you want me to?" I asked all these random questions as he fumbled with the seat belt.
"Relax, Percy!" I exclaimed, putting my obnoxiously tiny hand on his shoulder, and he seemed to calm down, a lot. Then he sighed and looked at me.
"Just… Just don't ask what we're doing. We'll tell you when we get there." He reassured me, patting my fragile hand.
"But Percy!"
"We gotta get going!" He ignored me purposely and shouted to Annabeth, his beautiful girlfriend. She was really pretty; blonde curly hair with streaks of gray for some reason, a nice tan, stunning storm grey eyes, and athletic looking. The exact opposite of me; deep black hair, the color of the night sky, but violent, shocking blue eyes, that could brighten up the room, with skin almost as pale as freshly fallen snow. She was about four years older than me, so she had a reason. I wish I could look as pretty as her, I thought.
Annabeth sprinted down the stairs, turning her head all around, as if to see if we were being chased or followed. She opened the back door of the car, and hopped in on the right, eyes wide, like she'd just seen a monster. Then I really got a close look at Annabeth; today, her hair was frizzed and unbrushed, scratches on her perfect completion, some gashes gushing blood, some patched up, some fading, her grey eyes racing around as if she was think about a million things in one single second. I saw a faint shadow in the middle of Times Square that looked like a bird, and thought nothing of it.
"Percy, start the car!" Annabeth ordered, but it sounded more like a warning.
"Okay!" Percy shouted, shoving the keys into the ignition.
"Guys, where are we going?" I asked frantically, looking behind us to see if anything was actually in pursuit. Then I saw it.
It actually was a monster. Think of the scariest thing that you've ever seen; now imagine it a hundred times scarier. That's what this… Thing was. Its skin was like leather, old and wrinkled, with wings expanding to about ten feet. Its fangs were yellow and red; a dentists nightmare. It rode low on the street, sweeping down to look into cars. Suddenly, two more were following it.
"W-what is that?" I whispered in total fear that all our lives would be lost. After a few minutes of silence, they still didn't reply.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay." Percy mumbled to himself as we took a close encounter of hitting a pedestrian with a baby at the corner of 1st and 53rd.
"Percy, hurry up!" Annabeth yelled, staring back at the hideous creatures and looking at way she could kill the beasts.
I didn't know why, but for some reason I was anxious to get to where ever we were going, where I would (possibly) learn why these… Monsters have been chasing me my whole life. Once when I was around two, a man with golden eyes came to me while I was in the hospital, because I had a rare disease. He stood their for about fifteen minutes, just looking at me, mumbling to himself, as if he were going to make a huge decision that could save or destroy the world. Then he stood up and touched my leg for around a minute, then left. That day, I had a miraculous recovery; the doctors are still baffled. And when I was six I was at my first grade apple picking field trip and I couldn't reach a ripe looking apple, a woman in a trench coat, head wrap, and sunglasses came and picked it for me. Before I could say thank you, my teacher told her she couldn't pick apples today. But nobody believed me when I told them that she had snakes instead of hair. And when I was ten-
My train of thought stopped when I heard a huge explosion. Not a second later, the car exploded.
"Percy!" I screeched, the car still flying in the air. Then there was a louder explosion, which was the car on fire.
"Get out of the car!" Annabeth shouted on the top of her lungs, while we all scrambled to open the steaming doors.
"Are you okay Angel?" Percy yelled as he got out of the car, running to my side of the car. He opened the door quickly, and grabbed my wrist pulling me out and into a hug.
"Run!" I screamed, and about ten seconds later, the car exploded like a bomb.
"How'd you know that?" Annabeth asked me curiously.
"Annabeth now's not the time!" Percy exclaimed, looking behind us again, terror in his eyes. We started sprinting away, but I knew we weren't going to be fast enough.
"We need to fight them!" I shrieked, trying to find something to fight them with.
"Take this!" Percy shouted, throwing me a hairclip.
"What is this?" I asked before it fell into my hands. As soon I touched it, it turned into a sword. Suddenly the beasts started to attack us.
"Die, honey!" One charged at me, and I jumped to the side, swinging my sword. The beast shrieked as I slashed its wing. Sand started pouring out and as it came speeding towards me once more, I swung my sword.
"AHHHH!" It screamed, and turned to dust, pouring all over me.
"ICK!" I yelled, brushing myself off. Percy and Annabeth had just finished off their monsters and looked over to see if I was okay. How did I do that? I've never used a sword before, or anything close to it.
"P-Percy? How… How did I do that?"