Description: The Greek Gods have a mortal-world domain as well as what they rule over. Each god also has children. These demigod children go to a regular high school, with their godly abilities. In this school they interact with each other and mortals while trying to suppress and embrace their abilities and find their place in the mortal world. Nico Di Angela is an angsty depressed freshman in this school where he struggles to suppress his abilities and to fit in. Throughout the experience, Nico goes through multiple internal battles that shake his world until an unexpected person reaches out to him.

Rated M for Strong Subject Matter

Setting: Mortal world

Genres: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Romance,

The city was loud and dangerous at night. The only light source around were street lamps, though they did not give much light due to many of the bulbs had been broken from a children's game. The sounds of screams, yells, and gun shots echoed throughout the eerie streets. Tires squealed in the distance, accompanied by angry barking of dogs. Doors were shut tight and locked to prevent anyone from entering, or leaving. Many of the buildings had broken windows or were beginning to breakdown. Trash and empty syringes littered the ground. A mixture of wet cigarettes, sewage, molding food, car exhaust, and sweat perfumed the chilly air. No one wondered the streets at this hour, except for those few who had a low I.Q. or wanted to die. The shadows seemed to take on a life of their own as they flowed and slithered from every nook, cranny, and ally way.

This is where I walked down the street on the grey cracked sidewalk. I focused on the concrete directly in front of my shoes, not needing to look up. I never looked around me when I walked at night –or in general for that matter-, I never needed to. No one wanted to associate with me, and I wanted nothing to do with them.

My steps gradually began to slow, finally coming to a stop as I stared down at the small red stains on the sidewalk. The trail had gone from a few drops to a little puddle the size of a fist. I breathed in through my nose, smelling the strong scent of fear and despair. Gently I lifted up my head and looked into the dark abyss of the space between two large buildings. The ally way was darker than the night sky, yet nothing compared to the blankness I had com accustomed to. I took a couple steps in and gazed at the brick wall kissing the dirty ground. A man slouched against the wall, holding his bleeding chest. I instantly knew that he was dead.

Then why do I sense life?

"Mew?"

A tiny cat crept out from behind the man's back, it's head squeezing through the tight crevice with a small 'pop'.

"Mew," The tiny cat repeated, as if it's suspicions were confirmed. I stared at the little creature as it walked up to me, it's small paws gently patting the ground. It's caramel fur was dirtied and matted with what appeared to be dried blood and sewage water.

"Mew," it repeated again, this time sitting at my feet and looking up.

Why are you so close to me? What do you want? What is wrong with you; no one ever comes to me from their own free will.

I ignored the cat and turned around to leave the ally.

"Hey kid," a gruff voice growled from the darkness behind me. I ignored the man and began my way out of the ally and back to the street.

"I'm talking to you retard!"

I strode on the street heading to my original destination, the obviously delayed kitten following me.

"You wanna die?!"

His shout runs through me, stopping me in my tracks.

"Mew?"

Did he… just… threaten me?

"Heh heh heh, that's right," I hear him say, his voice a couple feet behind me, "Turn around if you ain't stupid."

I turn and look at the tall man; he's dressed in multiple coats that look as though they've been through a war. His pants are tattered and stained in multiple places. The man's hair is cut unevenly short, causing his ugly snickering face to be clearly visible. He stares down at me with a hungry look in his eyes as if I'm his prey.

This mortal has no idea what he is getting himself into.

"Nice jacket you got there. What else you got kid?"

He holds a pistol at his side. I turn to walk away.

"Make one more move and I shoot!"

I stop turning midway and look down at my feet. The dirty kitten walks between my legs, it's tail weaving invisible string through and around them.

Just how stupid are you kitty?

"That's right. Now take the jacket off and empty your pockets," The armed man commands me.

I don't move.

"I said empty your pockets kid!"

I still don't move.

"That's it mother fucker," he growls, stomping over to me. The man takes hold of my shoulder and shoves me to look up at him. He spits in my face, the metal gun held up to my head with his other hand, "I'll kill you!"

I slowly lift my head and look into his eyes. All the anger is replaced with fear as his predator demeanor vanishes. Beads of sweat instantly dot his forehead and the short hairs on his head seem to stand up.

"Wh-what kind of freak are you?"

Freak

In one quick motion I grab the wrist holding the gun and break it. The many bones crunch in my palm.

"GGGAAAAHHHH-!"

His cry in pain is cut short as I reach my other hand up and grip his neck.

"You're first mistake was targeting me. You're worst mistake was calling me a freak," I say with no emotion.

His eyes go wide and seem to plead for mercy. His lips begin to form a word, although any talking is now pointless. I grip is throat tighter and feel a pop and a snap. I throw the lip body down to the ground and it falls with one large heap. The tiny kitten slowly walks to the dead man and sniffs it, then walks back over to me and once again weaves between my legs, its tail curving around my ankles.

"You've got a death wish kitty."