You would think after I killed the monster three times it would have left me alone. No, I guessed it felt obliged to annoy me to no end.
Of course, the fact the Cyclops had been constantly coming back and trying to fight me, was also annoying. You couldn't deny the fact that it wasn't the worst part about my life currently. I live on the streets, in an abandoned building in a part of Brooklyn that's suburban as Brooklyn can get. There are a bunch of abandoned buildings in Brooklyn ranging from skyscrapers too small two-story buildings. Seriously, the ridiculous amount of abandoned buildings is alarming. Then there's the fact that pictures of Manhattan look so grand in a postcard but in reality, we have a bunch of people living in poverty. The true fact is New York has one of the highest rates of homeless people in all of the United States. We give an illusion. Sure people talk about how the South Bronx is dangerous and if you enter Brooklyn you're probably going to get shot, but that doesn't stop tourist from coming and ogling Broadway. Plus tourist is always paying for stupid expensive stuff. At least in Brooklyn, you can go around the corner anywhere and there will be a corner store with food you can either steal or buy and a souvenir or two for the tourist.
Of course the school I go to also supports me, taking in homeless kids all over Brooklyn, but I keep the small fact I don't live with my mother to myself. Nevertheless, that's a completely different problem.
Enough talking about that headache in my life. Let's get back to what's currently happening.
I was sleeping inside this building I've been in for a while. As I slept my mind created a blurry picture of this boy. He was good looking. In the type of way where you can see he was exhausted. He had cinnamon brown hair and soft features and scarring on the sides of his face, kinda like he was still struggling through the annoying puberty that we all go through.
Anyways, in the dream, he was fighting with a group of people. They were all wearing orange shirts and seemed to be protecting something. They looked like guards, dressed up in heavy armor, how they kept fighting with all that weight was lost on me. Yet with all that weight, they kept fighting, protecting; admirable really. They were clearly in a bay area and it seemed like human-like things were keeping them afloat and fighting. I think they were called Nereids. I learned about them in history class with . I know they were water nymphs who were ruled by Poseidon. With their green skin with a bluish hue, they looked like the water surrounding them. The nereids continued to help the boy and the other people.
The monster they were fighting looked like a seal and dog fused together. The boy had a sword in his hand and as he fought with the monster you could hear the clashing of the sword. The loud crash and bang of the sword in my dream were almost painful. I could hear the orders from the boy as he told people how to attack as he fought with the seal/dog-like monster. The boy's face was aggressive as he fought, his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth were clenched, but oddly enough he kinda looked like he was enjoying the bangs his sword made on the tough skin of the seal/dog hybrid as he fought. He still looked annoyed and tired even if he enjoyed destroying the monster. It was obvious how tired he was, there were prominent eye bags and his eyes were red, from crying or tiredness I couldn't tell. His green and brown eyes seemed to say if you piss me off one more time you're dead. It was as if he hadn't slept in days and really wanted everything to be over. Desperation I like to call it.
Then one of the other people fighting with him taunted the monster and distracted it and the boy came up behind and took out another sword, he was double wielding. The sword he was carrying was long and bronze, the reflection of the sword gleamed in the water making the scene almost like a vibrant painting. My little artistic self kinda drooled over how beautiful the scene looked. Then the serene moment stopped and he swung the sword and cut off the monster's head. The monster's remnants sprayed in the air with yellow dust raining down on the campers softly almost like snow.
As the boy and the campers stood on the crest of the bay sand and water a great wave slammed down and pushed the monsters remnants toward the ocean. From underneath the water, there was a glow of power emanating from the nerds as they forcefully pushed the monsters away. As powerful the nereid were and with all those people fighting, the lower half of the body reformed bobbing up and down again and the boy and the group of people ran. While the nereids used their power to make a water funnel. The funnel's seafoam was thick as it destroyed what was left of the monster and with all their might one last time pushed the water and the monster towards the sea.
Then everything ended, and I saw spots behind my eyelids and my eyelashes fluttered as I woke up.
My body jaggedly moves from the dream the position I was in. I was hanging over a huge cooking fire with a cyclops grinning at me. Of course, from where I was hanging it looked like a frown.
My body was upside down making all the blood rush to my head and threatening to make my sensitive nose have a nosebleed. Plus the boiling water underneath me wasn't putting my mind at ease with the thought of falling into the boiling pot below me. As I looked around the building my eyelids felt heavy and there was also the possibility I have never felt not this groggy I'm my whole life. I truly felt terrible at the moment. Honestly, I didn't want to kill the monster presently looking me in the face with gigantic teeth that honestly looked like they were the length of a grown man's foot.
From behind his huge head, I saw an exit and stairs that wrapped around the surrounding walls of the abandoned building. A plan to escape was formed in my head. I noticed that the chains I was tied in were made from celestial bronze, highly dangerous to monsters and demigods such as myself.
The cyclopes body just like mine was perceptible to the pain of celestial bronze.
His appearance was something I will never forget because he keeps coming back to life and being his annoying self. His skin was the color of gray mystery meat at school. From his familiar huge grin, you can see sharp yellow teeth as big as a grown man's foot. His usual attire being a long brown cloth with shields, helmets and other parts of armor owned to other heroes who died at his hands but I'm not one of them. Then there was one thing you could never miss the giant eye on his face. It creeps me out every time I see it.
"Oh goody you're awake I like my meat screaming before I eat it."
"Well this is great, it's Millennium, again. I thought we went over this I kill you and you stay dead."
"We'll Penelope what are you going to do, you can't kill me from where you're hanging from. For the dead are not kept by Hades anymore."
"Doesn't mean I can't try and kill you," I said rudely. At that, I started to spin at a downward spiral form with the chain I had been chained in around Millennium. His horrid face turned angry and red from trying to breathe. His skin ripped and yellow dust came from his body. He slowly became dust.
While we were talking I slipped my legs out of the chains (I'm a very skinny person). I pretended that I was in the air by holding on to the chains.
Just like in my dream the monster started to reform again, I ran for my life, knowing Millennium will come back eventually.
When I ran out of the building I slipped my hoodie on my head. As I walked down the block I realized I was being watched. But to look normal among the crowd of people walking to school I tried not to look so tense.
Last year I got accepted into America's best kids junior high to high school. But around the same time, my mom got remarried. My mom loves me she always will but for some reason, she kept on defending her new husband, he treated me like the gum on the bottom of his shoes.
So, I ran away, at the time I did not know I was a demigod. But then I realized all the weird things that happened to me when I was little was real. Life got a whole lot harder. Of course being the brilliant person I am, i decided it was smart to pretend I lived a normal life at school. Which probably explains why I've been so stressed, not like i was going to tell anyone that.
When I was little my mom told me everything I saw that was peculiar was a figment of my imagination, she said imagination was good and I could put my thought's into other things like drawing and writing. She said the same thing happened to her when she was little and how grandpa and grandma would tell her to write and draw. Express herself through what she liked doing. Whenever she would tell me about them I would always say grandpa and grandma were very wise. She would always say they had to be, with how rambunctious she was as a kid and how they had kids later in their life compared to other parents. She wished I got to know them better but they had passed away when I was three.
I miss those days but know I live on the streets of Brooklyn, NY and let me tell you it's hard. You're not only fending off monsters but people with bad intentions.
I thought about going home many times. But every time I thought about Jack my stepfather my blood would boil. But then I think about my poor mother putting up with that terrible guy for some reason. I used to spy on my mom when I first left her house during the summer. My mom was baking cupcakes and she was crying and a few of her tears fell into the cupcake. My first thought was, that I caused her pain, I was no better than Jack. She probably doesn't want to see me.
Recently my thoughts have been bringing her to mind, my longing to be held by her comforting frame. The stress of being a demigod and the work at school, I could use some motherly hugs right about now.
As I walked the feeling of someone watching was once again there. It quickly went away when my best friend Sebastian Woodhaven came up behind me and hugged me. Sebastian is a short, tan skinny boy with short curly hair and has a very broad smile that can warm anybody's heart and a hidden sassy side. That I absolutely love. There is something very unique about him, though, he's disabled in his legs and always walks around with silver and blue crutches. There are buttons on his crutches he never lets anybody press them, for some reason. Whenever I ask what they do he always changes the conversation. Either than that he's a bundle of joy. We bonded over the fact that we fangirl/fanboy in his case like crazy horses.
"Hey, Sebastian," I said bored.
"What's up with you. I haven't seen you this down since Mrs. Walsh kicked you out of class for talking too much."
"I wasn't talking, I was yawning."
"Yeah right, when are you not talking?" He said a little smug.
"I'm telling you, Sebastian, she's like a hunter and I'm the baby cub."
"Anyways Penny-"
"My Name Is NOT Penny it's P-E-N-E-L-O-P-E, PENELOPE, ok," I say cutting him off.
"Anyways Penny-"
"Why do I even try."
"As I was saying; you better control your mouth today furthermore why are you so down."
"First off you know I can't promise to stop talking, but okay. Also, I'm just tired and I'm thinking about going back to my mom and Jack."
"Wow, I never thought you would go back home on your own."
"O ye, of little faith."
"I'm just saying Penny, you really hate your stepfather I never thought you would ever go back on your own."
"Well, I guess I really love my mom if I'm going back."
"Let's just go to class and hope everything will be okay," I said.