Okay, so this idea has been in my head for a while and I just really need to get it out… but it's gonna be a lot less light-hearted than my story Flashback.
Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own this and it's clearly AU, so I'm only gonna put this once.
Imagine you live in New York. Done? Good. Now imagine that you were born and raised here. Imagine that you lived in a terrible neighborhood in Manhattan. One where cops look the other way when they see someone being mugged.
What if I told you about a girl named Kayla Sentario whose reality is what you've just imagined and more? You wouldn't believe me would you? A little girl couldn't live in such a bad place. If you thought that you'd be wrong.
Little Kayla Sentario was born thirteen years ago in a small, somewhat rundown hospital. For about a year it was just her and her mother. Then Kayla's mother, Cindy Sentario, met a man named Stan Andrews. It was love at first sight. They married on March 30, 2002 not long after Kayla's second birthday on December 17, 2001.
Thing were great for a while. Stan once even took Kayla and Cindy to Buffalo when he had to go on business. That's where Kayla met a lifelong friend. The girl was older than Kayla (who had been three at the time) by two years. The girl's name was Artemis Crock. She was a daughter of one of Stan's colleagues. They had hit it off immediately and couldn't wait to meet again. If only good things could last.
When Kayla was four disaster struck. Heavy on the dis. Cindy- who had been pregnant at the time- had been mugged not far from their apartment building. Cindy had taken a blow to the stomach and no one was surprised when she had a miscarriage.
That's when Stan's true colors showed. He started drinking and domestic violence soon followed. Kayla had already started kindergarten even though she was only four, being gthe intelligent little bugger she was. That gave Cindy no other choice but to patch Kayla up at night and cover bruises in the morning.
When Kayla was eight she was diagnosed with ADHD, dyslexia, and kleptomania. When Stan heard about this (at the dinner table no less)he had thrown her out of her chair and into the counter. Cindy tried to stop him but he quickly knocked her out. Satisfied with knowing Cindy couldn't stop him, he picked up a knife from the table. He started towards Kayla who was staring at her mother as if she expected her to jump up and give Stan the beating of a lifetime. She didn't.
As he moved towards her Stan called Kayla a freak, a bastard child. He told her that she was a stupid waste of space and that she should never have been born. He loomed over her the knife pointed towards her. He brought the knife down and grinned as he felt it slide through the flesh of her arm.
He continued, though he didn't kill her. He couldn't. He was having too much fun. Kayla soon passed out from blood loss and Stan left. About twenty minutes later Cindy stirred and her eyes Cindy had. When she sat up she immediately looked around for her daughter. The moment Cindy saw Kayla she ran to the eight-year-old's side.
Cindy had been prepared for this. She knew that the beatings would get worse. Cindy ran to one of the cabinets and grabbed bandages and antiseptic. She ran back to Kayla and quickly applied them. Then Cindy ran to the fridge and opened one of the drawers inside. In the drawer were a few bags of blood like you would see in a blood bank.
She then opened a closet and grabbed an object that looked like an IV you would see in a hospital. She quickly and carefully picked Kayla up and placed her on a ratty old couch. Cindy placed a the bag of blood she had taken from the drawer on the IV and hooked it up to a needle that she placed in a vein on Kayla's wrist. Kayla was out of school for two weeks so she could heal. She had several nasty scars, though. Still does to this day.
But even with all the bad in Kayla's life there was still some good. When Kayla was six Cindy had taken her to a candy shop called Sweet on America where Cindy reunited with an old friend from high school. Sally Jackson.
Sally had a son of her own, Percy, and, because they were around each other so much, the began to love each other as only a brother and sister could.
And though there were many reasons as to why Kayla was different, and she knew it, she had never bothered to think that she might be the daughter of a god.
That is where our story starts.