AN: This has nothing to do with my other PJO fic, so, yeah. This involves the HOO characters. Mostly.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I sat on the street corner, waiting for my mother. I had finished my homework and started to read a book. My mother always went to the bus stop, so if you ever lived on my street, most of the time you would see a girl, writing or reading, on the bench or sidewalk.
The bus came by and stopped, but I saw no sign of my mother.
"Excuse me, but have you seen Mrs. Silverwolf this afternoon?" I asked him. The bus driver was usually nice, but he seemed worried.
"Sorry girl, but I haven't seen her since this morning." he replied. I got worried.
"Thanks for telling me. Have a good day." I said. I waved as he drove down the road. I turned around to grab my stuff. I found a boy, no older than me, probably in middle school. He was looking through my bag. I got a bit angry. "'Scuse me?" I said, a bit rudely.
He looked up, and I got to see his face. He was latino, had chocolate brown eyes, and very curly hair. He sat there.
"Are you trying to find something?" I snapped, taking a step forward. He shot up, something in his hand, and bolted down the sidewalk. I grabbed my blue plastic comb and threw it at him. It hit him square in the back. He fell down, face first, and I ran over to him. I didn't mean to hurt him, I just wanted him to give me what he took.
"You okay?" I said, kneeling down. He hadn't run to far. When he got up, his nose was bleeding. I had brought my first aid kit, so I gave him a couple tissues.
"What are you, a child of Apollo?" he asked.
"No." I said, giving him a band-aid for his wrist.
"You might be." he said.
"You should stop talking. So you don't bleed out of your mouth." I said. He didn't listen to me.
"You should come with me." he said.
"How 'bout not?" I said. "I still have to get home."
"Seriously, you need to come with me." He grabbed my wrist. I wiggled out of his grasp.
"No."
"Come on. It isn't safe here." He was being serious.
"Oh, like you?" I said. It didn't make a whole lot of sense, but I wasn't going to tell him. "Name."
"What?" he asked.
"What's your name?"
"Alex."
"Your Real name."
"How do you know that's not my real name?"
"Just tell me your real name." He thought for a moment. Probably deciding to tell me or not.
"Leo. Leo Valdez." he said finally. "Now you have to tell me your name."
"No I don't. Never part of the deal." I said. "Now, Valdez, why do I have to leave? Why isn't safe here?" My question was soon answered. A bounding black figure was coming up the road.
"That's why." He said, pulling a hammer out of nowhere. I took out my swiss army knife. "Where'd you get that from?"
"I could ask the same for you." The thing was getting closer. It looked like a giant dog. "I can't kill that! It's a dog!"
"Hellhound. Not dog, Hellhound." he told me. I put my knife away. "What are you doing?"
I didn't answer him. I ran toward the thing. Let me tell you, I run fast. No way Valdez was gonna get me. At the last second, when I almost was going to go head-to-head with the thing, I jumped, and landed on its back. It didn't have a collar so I grabbed its fur and hauled it back. It unwillingly stopped, right in front of Leo, scaring the living daylights out of him. I patted the hellhounds muzzle.
"Valdez, toss me my backpack." He walked away a bit, then tossed me my sack. I opened it and took out dog treats.
"You have dog treats?"
"I was gonna give them to my neighbor. Guess not." I slid off the enormous dog. I took out a few treats. "Roll over. Roll over." It obeyed. I tossed the treats in its mouth and rubbed its belly. "Good boy." It flipped over. "Let's get going, Valdez."
"Wait, wait, wait. What just happened?" he asked, completely confused.
"Just get on the Hellhound." He cautiously approached the beast and started to climb up. "So where are we going?"
"Camp Half-blood." he answered.
"K. Can you do that for us, boy?" I asked the hound. It barked in reply. "Hold on Valdez. Let's go!"
The dog took off running down the road. Leo had to grab onto my jacket to avoid flying off. Shadows started to envelope us. I glanced behind at Leo. He looked as if he was going to puke. I hoped he wouldn't. The hound slowed down and came to a stop. We were in an arena by the looks of it. A lot of people were looking at us. Leo quickly ran to the forest and barfed. I jumped off gracefully jumped down and gave the dog a treat. He happily ate it.
"I think I'll name you Alex. What do you think Valdez?" Leo had come back from the woods.
"Alex? Sure, why not? We already have one named Mrs. O'Leary." he said. As if on cue, another Hellhound came running to play. "And there she is."
A girl came to us. She had blond hair and stormy gray eyes.
"Hello, I'm Annabeth Chase. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
AN:Sorry about my other story, 'Magicians Too?', I don't have inspiration. Sorry.