Hey people! This is my first Fanfic story so I have no idea how good it is. I apologie for the REALLY short beginning I promise the next chapter will be longer. I don't own the Percy Jackson Series or any characters associated with it.
.:Prologue:.
It was like a normal day in mild Montreal so I didn't know something would go wrong. If I did I would have taken the shorter way home. I was walking on the normal route from my school, St Augustine Academy for specialized needs. I had ADHD and a minor case of dyslexia which really sucks. Anyways I was walking the path by the St Lawrence River like always. Though it took nine minutes longer to get home still took it, it is because there is something about the water that calms me. And the fact that my house isn't really the best place to be with my mom working 24/7 I was stuck with my loser step dad who smokes like there is no tomorrow. I was jingling the spare change in my pocket when I heard some voices up ahead. As I got closer I recognized a red head from my school that had some eyesight problems surrounded by two thugs around the age of 16. One thug looked dangerously muscular and the other had a lot of piercings.
"Hand it over idiot!" demanded the thug who had piercings everywhere. The thugs had him cornered by a trash can.
"No-my-grand-ma-gave-it-t'me!" He spluttered clutching something roughly the size of an orange in his hand. I suddenly remembered his name Eric he brought that crystal ornament thing for some project.
"Okay then, I guess I'll have to get it the hard way." The thug cracked his knuckles and ran his thumb over the array of rings on his hand.
Right then I said the stupidest thing ever "Hey guys, what's up?"
"Oh look at what we have here Carl!" said the amused muscular dude to the other one whose name is apparently Carl. Mr. Muscular sauntered up to me. "What the hell do you want?"
"Um… for you all to maybe stop bothering him." I said pointing at Eric. Carl threw Eric on the ground. Then he came towards me. Crap I was going to get it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Eric quickly getting up and race away. He didn't even thank me. Noob.
"Who do you think you are?" the one with piercings asked. Shoot… I had to get out of here before they killed me.
"Oh look, a hot air balloon!" I pointed behind them hoping they'd turn around.
"Don't look Duke!"He ordered just as the other guy turned around. "You think you can trick me?" He asked furiously. Great, now I really ticked him off. Then he punched me at the side of my head. I felt every ring on his hand. I fell on to the gravel with a large force; I could feel little pebbles being embedded into my forehead. Fantastic, how was I going to explain this to my mom now? I aimed my foot at the thug's groin. As he fell down I quickly got up and ran as fast as I could. I glanced back and saw the muscular thug, Duke chasing after me. I made a sharp turn and ran for the dock. Sadly somebody misplaced a beer can and I tripped over it. By then Carl caught up with a hand over his crotch and took out something out of his jacket, a handgun.
"Wait Carl do you really think that is necessary?" Duke asked. Apparently it was because the next thing I felt was a sharp pain through my left shoulder and the feel of the cold water surround me.
I know there isn't any description of my main character here but it's a prologue. Again I apologize for vague beginning.
~JelloCow