Authors note:
Okay so I do not own PJO, it all belongs to Rick Riordan, except for my oc's. also f you want to feature in this as an oc, email me at
Intro
I was still running. The thing was still chasing me. My legs were aching. I looked over my shoulder, it has gained on me. It bared its fangs. They were each as long as my forearm, and cream as ivory. Its black coat gleamed and its muscled rippled under its thin but strong skin as four huge black legs pushed it on towards me. I had never seen this thing before but I immediately knew what it was. A Hellhound. A very angry one at that.
Just as its mouth as going to close around my throat, I awoke with a scream.