Run. Keep running. Run faster. Run like it's a matter of life or death. Because it is. Look. I didn't want to be hunted down to the death bys some demon cops. But, I guess, no one wants these things…they just happen. I bet that you're confused now, huh? Well, here's my story. My name is Trinity Theeves, age 13, terror of New York. Since before I can remember, I've had to take care of myself. No, guys. I'm not some baby who was left outside a cave and raised by wolves, but, boy, was I close. I never knew my father. I wish I never knew my mother. My dad left before I was born. It tore my mother's heart. I heard stories from my aunt Alicia about my mom before she went nuts. Supposedly, my mom and dad met at 24/7 Fitness. Yeah, I know. How romantic. Nothing more swoony then getting moony-eyed over a man who is dripping in sweat in old work out clothes and stinks like a pig. Great taste, Mom. Well, anyways… they dated for a month. My dad couldn't make a commitment. He was always away at work. Very distant from my mother. He claimed that he loved her, but that he didn't want to hurt her. She didn't believe it. My dad didn't want to lose her, so he tried to make it up to her. I think you know what I mean. He stayed with her for 2 more months. 7 months later, I came along. I came out looking exactly like my father. So, naturally, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. For some weird reason, I idolized my mom as a toddler. She would rather throw me to sharks, though, then hug me. At school, the other kids would always say "My dad's a doctor." "Mine's an astronaut." "What's your dad do, Trinity?" And every freaking time, I would have to dejectedly say that I never knew him. Over the years, that sadness turned to anger. He became a sore subject. Anyone who would bring up my father wished they hadn't. Same with my mom. I eventually figured out that she was a devil in disguise and started ignoring her. Slowly at first. I would come home late. Sneak out at night. Not wake up on time. Make her late for work. Y'know what I mean. I started to spend more and more time with my aunt Alicia. We went to court and she gained custody over me. I was so happy that day I never even gave a second thought to how my mother felt. The next day the police came by and told us that she had committed suicide. Now, it was just my aunt and I. I was okay with that, but there was a small part of me that missed my demon of a mom. 2 years later, my aunt was driving me to soccer practice. I was really late, so my aunt was rushing. Neither of us was strapped in when my aunt ran the red light. The truck came at our small car so fast, that we didn't even have time to swerve. I woke up in the hospital 3 days later with a minor concussion and some bad news. My aunt had been killed immediately in the accident. I was now a ward of the state.
I was sent to Ms. Harfy's Home for Girls. While there, I learned to fend for myself. It was first come, first served. When there were over 100 girls in the place and they only ordered 3 pizzas, you start to understand the ways of an orphanage. I left the first chance I got. That was 2 years ago. I've been on the streets since ten. It's a risky and dangerous way of life, and only certain people can do it. I just happen to be one of those certain people. Once on the streets, I quickly found out that I had many undiscovered talents. I could pick a pocket or scam someone before they could say HEY! Ah, you gotta love New York. Well, anyways, as a well-known thief in the Big Apple, naturally, cops were my enemies. But, these weren't JUST cops. They seriously had something wrong with them. I had just robbed a small pawnshop. I didn't get much from the raid, but, hey, something's better than nothing. The broker immediately hollered out for security and New York is so crime-loaded that there just happened to be one a few yards away. I took a break for it. I turned back to look and saw that there were now 7 cops. By then, I was getting a little creeped out. I just stole some cash; how bad could that be? I was about to convince myself that I was delusional when one of the cops sprouted wings and fangs. The other 6 followed suit. Yep, I was crazy. But, I still ran faster, y'know, just in case. Let's face it though, a bunch of flying cops with fangs chasing me? I didn't stand a chance. Within seconds, they were on me. But, I didn't see the one coming from behind. As it swiped me with it's talon like hands across the neck, sending me into an uneasy consciousness, I heard a shout. "Tacy!", it was a boy's voice. "Over here. I need help." Within seconds, the monstrous security guards were all gone, dissolved into gold dust. I see some awfully strange, living in New York, but this most definitely tops all. A moment later, I heard quick footsteps coming towards me. That's when I saw the source of the speaker. It was the boy who had been yelling. He looked familiar for some reason, but I don't know why. I couldn't place it. "Oh, gods." He said looking down into my blue eyes with his. "Tacy, hurry! We've got to get her to camp. And fast! She's slipping out of consciousness! Chiron's gonna KILL us if we lose THIS one, too!", he said frantically, clearly worried about me. Then I heard another voice. "Oh, relax, Daniel. She'll be fine. Even if she doesn't make it… Chiron willl understand.", this voice was a girl's, more annoyed and irritated. I decided right then that I liked the boy better. "She kinda looks like you, actually.", the girl said, teasingly, to the boy. But, I couldn't help but think that there was more meaning behind her words. That was my last though before I slipped out of consciousness.
A/N Okay, so this is basically my first fic, so please don't hate. I started a Tratie fic, but never really finished it. Maybe I'll go back soon, but it's not in my plans. Please don't be afraid to critique, but please BE NICE-ish! I know that the writing is really bad and I apologize, but I was in a rush. It WILL improve…I promise. If I don't get 7 reviews, though….I'm not gonna finish it, so please review!…if you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own 24/7 Fitness, school (thank god), court (Phew!), PJatO, or New York…cuz that would just be creepy…:l
Well, I talk to y'all guys later….see ya'!
~Klepto aka Abbi~