Hello! This is my first time posting on Fanfiction, so tell me if you find any mistakes in this. It does have an OC in it, but I think I did her pretty well. Hoping you like it, and please review! Thankies.
My name is Hero Jane Hunt. I am a brown-haired, brown-eyed stick with limbs. And acne.
My life was perfect. I lived with my mom; my dad abandoned her before she even told him she was pregnant. But we traveled around in an RV, anywhere and everywhere. She taught me everything she knew, be it throwing a good insult, balancing a checkbook, or driving a car. She taught me to ride a bike, shoot a gun, convince someone you were lying, or telling the truth. My mom taught me when to hold your tongue, and to speak up for what you thought was right. We had so much fun, and giggled at the stupidest things. She was my hero, mentor, guide, and role model.
And then she disappeared.
It was April thirtieth. And I'm pretty sure it was a Monday, too. I was used to her leaving for a week at a time. She would put a note on the counter, with emergency phone numbers and where to get groceries if I ran out. There was a credit card in the drawer with her socks, so I knew that if she left for a little longer I would be fine.
But she always came back, then.
I waited for three long weeks. I waited for her to come walking through the door, as usual, sneaking up on me as I had my headphones in my ears, and us laughing over it. But it never came. It never came. So I moved the RV out of the town one night, because I had contacted as many people as I could; even her editor. She had disappeared off the face of the earth. And I was an orphan.
. . .
Hero jumped her bike over the curb, and dodged two teenagers making out against a telephone pole. She laughed as they started, and swerved around a corner. Her curly hair was tied in a ponytail, but still bounced with the movement of the bike, and the breeze caressed her tanned face as she tilted her head back. The bright summer sun shone in her chocolate eyes as she squinted into it, and the fluffy white clouds danced across pale blue. Hero's messenger bag slid to the other side of the bike basket as she made another sharp turn. This was life. This was freedom.
The teenager's eyes widened as she ran into something tall. The bike bounced off of the figure and skidded into the grass, so fortunately she wasn't hurt too badly. Hero moved her leg from under the bike and sat up, rubbing at the bruised knee.
"You should watch where you're going, half-blood. You could get hurt." The man was still standing up, and had his back to her. His voice was deep and melodic, but something told her not to trust him. Like the underlying threat.
"And so could you." Hero answered coldly. He turned his head abruptly in surprise, and his body followed. He was dressed tastefully; a black open vest over an un-tucked white dress shirt, and a grey fedora lowered over his face, resting on blond hair.
He stepped towards her slowly, and knelt down to help her up. She took the offered hand, and wriggled out of his grip when he gave it a warning squeeze. "I was only offering advice, kid, no need to take offense." He said it sickly-sweet, with a twisted smile. Okay, officially creepy.
Hero stepped back, and quickly picked up her bike. "Thanks, then." She showed no emotion in her voice, but kept her eyes trained on him as he lifted a long hand to brush away at the hair on his forehead. He inadvertently moved the hat up, showing her a glimpse of his pale grey eyes.
She hesitated, and that was all the time he needed to step in. In a split second he had moved several yards to stand directly in front of her. "You look just like your mother, little Hero." His voice held a malicious tint, and those stormy eyes were narrowed.
She picked up her leg, and slammed her converse-clad foot down on his. He swore in an unfamiliar language (loudly), and tried to grab at her loose shirt as she mounted her bike. Hero hopped the curb, and sped up as the tires hit concrete, but within seconds the man was standing in front of her and grabbing onto the handlebars. She shrieked as he jerked the bike, and she went tumbling into a tree.
"Hey, sparky, no need to throw the lady around."
There was a dark boy, around her age, standing a few feet behind her and speaking to the blond-haired man. The man seemed hesitant about confronting the boy. Though, the throbbing headache made everything a little hard to understand.
"Be careful where you step, little prince. I'd hate for daddy to find his son strewn in bits about the garden."
The boy smirked, and toyed with something by his dark brown hair. "Do you want to try?"
The man sneered half-heartedly and walked away, leaving Hero both confused and annoyed. "What the heck…." She mumbled.
The boy knelt down by her as she rubbed at her head. "Are you okay? He threw you pretty hard." He asked, voice laced with concern.
She tried to wave away his hand, eyes half-narrowed. "I was fine."
He just snorted and stood up, as she tried to. Hero hissed through her teeth as she put weight on her left foot though, and crumpled back down.
"Here…" The boy went down on a knee, wrapped an arm around her waist for leverage, and draped hers over his shoulder. Hero mumbled something incoherently, probably protesting, but stood up with him anyways.
"Where do you live?" he asked, and readjusted his hold on her waist. Hero nodded towards the parking lot, and the boy had to half-carry her over there.
"Can I drop you off with your parents?"
Hero turned her head abruptly, thoroughly aware now, and nearly tripped when she stopped walking/hopping. "You do not mention that subject again, understood?"
The boy helped her along again, after staring at her wide-eyed for a few seconds. "Touchy subject?"
"I thought that conversation was over."
"You can be kinda scary sometimes, you know that?"
She smirked. "Yes." Then pointed to the RV taking up several spots when he paused. He opened the door and helped her inside.
"So, what's your name?"
She paused for a second to over at him, his dark eyes wide in curiosity. "Hero."
He grinned and snickered for a moment, before dodging on front of her and offering a hand. "Nico di Angelo. Pleased to meet you, miss Hero."
She quirked a smile, and shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you, then."
Nico kept a hold on her hand, and moved around to her side to put his hand on her back. He guided her over to the armchair, and helped her sit down.
"The first aid kit in in the cupboard next to the sink."
He nodded, and quickly crossed to the back of the RV, in the kitchen.
"In the cupboard next to the sink, or over the sink?" He questioned.
Hero craned her neck to see what he was doing. "Both."
Nico came back in with a large white case in his hand, and sat down on the bench next to the table. He clicked it open, and whistled. "Do you people injure yourselves regularly? Because I haven't seen any first aid kit quite this extensive before."
Hero smirked. "I have dangerous hobbies."
He raised an eyebrow as he stood up. "I can tell."
Hero almost hesitated, but asked anyways. "Is that a sword?"
He turned his head, eyes narrowed at the question. He scanned her for a half-second before his eyes softened. "Yeah… It was a present from my dad."
She tilted her head, and looked at him through slits, then shrugged. "Hey, this is New York."
He hopped out of the RV, making it bounce slightly, and Hero stretched to reach the kit. She hooked a finger over the edge, and pulled it over towards her. She needed ice, and bandages. She didn't want to get up and get the ice, though, so might as well go for the latter.
Hero crossed her left leg over her right, making it easier to get to. She, very carefully, loosened the laces on the sneaker and slipped it off, then pulled off the sock.
She scrunched her face up in pain as Nico opened the door, hopping back inside. "Your bike is attached on the rack, and here's your bag."
Hero breathed out slowly. "Thanks, I had almost forgotten about that."
"No problem. You want some ice for that?" He nodded at her foot, and dropped said bag on a bench. She nodded wordlessly, and he walked down the open aisle to the fridge. There was the sound of clinking and ice shifting around, then a few minutes later he was back with a towel full of ice cubes.
She reached out a hand for it, and took a sharp intake of breathe when the cold cloth met with the injured foot. Nico was sitting on the table, and swinging his legs. She sighed when she saw he had pushed back the kit.
"Can you give me that?" She asked, gesturing to the first aid kit.
He glanced behind him, and laughed. "Yeah, sorry." Nico grabbed it, and slid off the counter to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of her.
"I can do it myself!"
He laughed again, getting the bandages out as Hero continued her yelling at him. He took her foot off of its resting place on her leg, and scooted back for better access. "And I can do it better."
"No you can't! I've done this before and come out with perfect results, thank-you-very-stinkin'-much."
He just continued to snicker at her one-sided arguing as he wrapped her foot.
She stopped midway through her rant on something about men thinking they were better at things than women "Oh, you're done." She murmured, and twisted her foot to see better. "And it's actually good."
He snorted indignantly. "Good? That is an amazing job I did."
She rolled her eyes.
"You're just jealous I did a better job than you could have." He said, getting up off the floor and setting the first aid kit on the table.
"You're juvenile." She said, voice full of scorn.
"Hah!" He pointed at her. "You didn't say you weren't jealous!"
She rolled her eyes. Again.
Someone knocked on the door several times in quick succession. Both their heads swiveled, and Nico stood up to get it.
"I can get it!"
He snorted. "You can barely stand up, Hero. I wouldn't suggest trying to walk."
Hero glared at him from the chair while he waltzed towards the door. He pulled it open, and jumped backwards quickly.
"Knock, knock."
Nico snarled, and pulled his sword from the scabbard on his back. Hero immediately shot upwards, ignoring the pain in her foot, and grabbed the brown messenger bag lying on the cushioned bench. Just as she stood up straight, Nico slammed himself against her. He wrapped an arm around her ribcage, the other gripping his sword, and they fell towards the hard floor.
But everything went black before they hit the ground.