Here it is! My first X-Men: Evolution fanfic! And it's a crossover! Yay!

I was coming up with the first two chapters in my head all through school (I was totally zoning out) and here's chappie one! Hope you like it; X-Men: Evolution/Percy Jackson and the Olympians!

Disclaimer: I own neither XME (X-Men: Evolution) or PJO (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Kurt POV

I'm running for my life.

Actually, I'm not exactly running. More like scrambling along on one arm and one leg, as the other two limbs dangle uselessly. My labored breathing reveals my strain, and I glance down at myself.

My left leg is a mangled, bloody mess, trailing the red stuff along and leaving a perfect trail for… whatever that thing is to follow. My left arm is twisted and broken, having been bent too far the wrong way when that thing stepped on me.

I don't even know how I got into this mess. We were fighting Magneto… and then, quite suddenly, I was hit by one of his blasts. Blown backward.

And when I awoke, I was in Manhattan.

Which was really quite odd, since, last I checked, I was in New Jersey.

I continued to crawl away from the monster as fast as I possibly could, but it was gaining on me. After all, it was a ten-foot-tall monster dog, and I'd only had about a mile head-start.

I winced as my fingers brushed the ground. All three fingers on my left tri-dactyl hand have been crushed, the bones merely splinters, oozing blood. I glance back again. My tail has been snapped in seven different places, bone nearly sticking out. It aches as I run.

I catch a glance of something else as well as I look back.

The monster is only about forty meters behind me.

Summoning up strength, I perform a blind 'port and wind up maybe one hundred meters ahead of where I had been. The space here is devoid of trees, so I must have left the forest. I look up in front of me; I'm climbing a sloping hill, at the top of which sits a beautiful pine tree.

Maybe, I think, just maybe, if I reach the top of the hill, someone will see me. Someone will notice me, and they'll come help…

Of course, in my delusion, I failed to realize that, even if someone noticed me, no one would come to help. Mostly because they wouldn't want to take on that thing, but another part was because I was a mutant.

Yeah, you got that right. Only, instead of having regular, cool powers like the rest of my X-Men buddies, I got stuck with the actual physical mutation. Basically, that means I'm covered head to toe with blue fur, I've got pointed ears and fangs, a spaded "devil's" tail, tri-dactyl hands, two-toed feet, and glowing golden eyes.

Oh, yeah. Bonus is, I can teleport and stick to walls. Plus, I guess my super-human agility.

So I continue crawling weakly up the hill, leaving a thick trail of blood.

I don't know how much I've lost. The only thing I remember is waking up in the forest where I'd stayed the night after discovering I was in New York, and then that weird monster pouncing me.

I'd managed to ditch it for a while by teleporting, but it kept finding me until finally, it managed to catch my leg in its stupid, fanged mouth.

Gasping, I turn back to face the forest.

Oh joy. The monster has just crashed through the trees and is bounding up the slope.

I look at its speed, then up to the top of the hill. Somehow, I feel that if I just make it past that tree…

I'll never make it at the speed I'm going. So, I summon up all my remaining energy, and teleport.

In a burst of smoke and brimstone, I'm there. About three feet past the tree. But now, all my strength has left me. I can barely lift my head to look out over the hill.

Down in the valley below me, I can make out what looks sort of like a summer camp. A semi-circle of cabins, what looks like an outdoor mess hall, activity area, rock-climbing hill. A big, bluish farm house.

All the lights are out. There's no hope for me, anyway. The monster will eat me, and leave my remains for the squirrels. And, even if by some miracle someone manages to find my body, they're not going to touch it, much less call the X-Men. What are they gonna say, "Hey, we found a dead, half-eaten corpse that faintly resembles that weird-looking mutant freak, might wanna come check it out?" No way.

I drop my head and wait for death's slimy teeth to close around my neck.

I wait some more.

And a little more.

Any moment now, I think.

Then, I realize that the monster should have caught me by now.

I slowly, painfully raise my head.

And my heart skips a beat.

Standing there, three feet away, just in line with the pine tree, is the beast. Its jowels are quivering, saliva dripping downs it's grimy jaw, its fangs glistening in the moonlight. But it's not moving. It simply stands there.

And I notice that it appears to be straining forward, though not actually moving, as though an invisible wall was holding it back.

"CHARGE!" I hear someone shout from behind me and turn in surprise.

A wave of armor-clad teens is rushing up the hill from the summer camp. Two girls are at the front of the line, a blond and a brunette. The blond bears a bronze-colored dagger, the brunette a crackling spear.

The people rush up the hill. A swarm of kids surround the beast, pounding it down with swords and javelins. The monster rears, growling ferociously. I'm surprised the kids don't back down.

Then, it rears again and in a flurry of bronze-tipped arrows, it falls.

The teens back away as it lands. From the ground, surrounded in my own blood, I watch in amazement as it disintegrates.

My first thought is wow, these people actually saved me.

That thought quickly vanishes as the brunette turns and sticks her spear in my face.

"Don't think we're gonna go easy on you just because you're injured. We want information. Who let you in?"

What?

"Answer me! I want to know who let you in!"

"Was?" I croak in German. The girl, as well as the blond, looks surprised by my German accent.

"Don't act smart. Monsters can't get into camp unless someone lets them in. So speak up, monster!"

Oh, I thought sadly. Of course. They think I'm a monster too.

The blond pushes the brunette's spear out of my face. "Just answer these questions; who let you in? What kind of monster are you? Why was that Hellhound attacking you, even though you're both clearly monsters?"

I grimace. Here I am, bleeding to death with a mangled leg and broken arm, and these girls are calling me a monster.

The blond turns around. "It's not talking."

"What do you think it is? I've never seen a monster like it before."

The brunette stares at me quizzically. "It looks like a demon. Maybe Kronos sent it to infiltrate the camp."

And, quite suddenly, all the trauma from the past few days lets itself loose in a tidal wave of tears.

"I'm not a demon," I cry, managing to push myself up and rub my eyes with my good hand. "I'm not a demon, and I'm not a monster, I'm not, I'm…" I break off, heaving with embarrassing sobs. The two girls, not to mention the teens behind them, look taken aback. They stare at me quizzically.

"Like Tartarus you're not," the brunette laughs. "I've never seen anything look like you that's not a monster."

"Why don't we get Chiron?" the blond wonders.

"Why? We should just kill it."

"'It' has a name," I whisper. "'It's' name is Kurt…" I manage, before sinking into unconsciousness. Right before I completely black out, I think they're going to kill me. They're going to kill me in my sleep and I'll never wake up.

So there's the first chapter. Please review! I need ideas on how the story is going to go! I also would like criticism, so I can make the fic really good. CREATIVE CRITICISM. So, review!

I'm waiting!