I do NOT!!!! Own pjo.
David Falk Master of the hunt
My name is David Falk (pronounced Dah-veed) and I'm the master of the hunt.Sometimes I look back of my life and think wow, how could I have been so stupid, or DAMN I'm getting a second pair of those jeans. See I'm a half-blood, and I know what you're thinking "half-blood and half-what?" But the technical term is a demigod. A child of the Greek gods. There are a lot of half-blood's in the world since the gods for lack of a better term, can never keep it in their pants and are constantly running around having affairs with mortals.
You're probably wondering "Who's his godly parent?" Well the answer to that question is complicated since my mother made a vow of virginity. But my mother is the Artimis, goddess of the hunt. I was born in NYC. My father is Henry Falk, the director of Mossod (the institute for special operations or basically the Israeli CIA). He was attending a conference with the director of the CIA, about liaison positions for Mossod agents in various US government agencies. My mother happened to be in NYC at this time attending a conference for the gods. Anyway, my mother never told anybody about breaking her vow, and as soon as I was born I was shipped to Israel. My father was delighted at the thought of having a child with the goddess of the hunt. What better contender to be a Mossod agent? So from age 5 I was trained in target practice with toy arrows. By age 13, I could hit a fly's wings from 50 feet away with an Uzi and still have it live. I was a trained assassin and an excellent spy. I have carried out 16 assassinations and shutdown 12 terrorist cells related to al-Qaeda or Hamas. On my person I always carry, three knives for throwing at my thigh, one semi automatic .50 pistol, an Uzi that turns into a hairpin, a shotgun that turns into a pen (both gifs from my mother) an eight in. knife on my waist, and finally a silver bracelet with a crescent charm that turns into a bow that bends the moonlight to make arrows (also a gift from my mother).
I'm about 16, with tan-ish skin and jet-black hair with streaks of silver, and I have silver eyes (incase there was any doubt that my mother was Artimis).
Right now I'm undercover in upstate NY, assisting the CIA. I'm impersonating a high school student (wow what a stretch!!!). A branch of al-Qaeda is believed to be operating from the school. Now I bet you're skeptical about high school terrorists but let me remind you, I'm 16 and I'm part of the best intelligence agency in the world. I digress, my friend Kayla and my girlfriend Sarah, daughters of Nike the goddess of victory, and Apollo the god of prophecies and music, respectively, are assisting me.
We are trying to prevent an international catastrophe, and we're doing pretty well. My friend Kayla is deep in the cell, she's dating one of the terrorists and he doesn't suspect a thing. Her boyfriend Abraham is getting very clingy.
"For gods' sake Kayla just end it"
"I am NOT putting national security on the line because my boyfriend's BALLS HAVEN'T DROPPED YET!!!"
"Well you would know you NASTY corner hoe!"
The thing with me and Kayla's friendship is no matter how serious a conversation can get we will always find something funny about it.
"KAYLA, DAVID!!!" screamed Sarah, "are we going to the home football game tonight?"
"I don't know Hun, I'll see after work" I replied.
By the way, I work at a day care with my aunts (they didn't like the spy game so they moved to NY). We work at a daycare after school. Now, it's kind of weird to picture an assassin working with kids, but honestly I love children, and vice-versa.
"Well it will behoove us to go since there's no better place to drop a bomb than a place where a huge group of people are gathered" Sarah concluded.
Good point especially since according to our contacts and Kayla's beau, something was going to happen this week.
"Alright, this should be fun."
"GO TURTLES GO TURTLES!!" screamed our faithful fans.
Yes our mascot is the turtle, and it's pretty lame, but so are our sport teams. For instance, it's the middle of 3rd quarter, and the score is 43 to 7.
Kayla decided to break up with her beau. If things were going to go down this week, then they might as well go in one final sweep.
But where is she? This is scary. She left to meet him behind the bleachers. That was 10 minutes ago.
I'll use my clairvoyant powers to locate her presence (since I'm the son of Artemis, I have telekinetic powers, especially at night). The PARKING LOT, gamoto!!! I should have trailed them, gods I'm an ASS!!!
Ok like most half bloods, I am ADHD, but I'm not dyslexic. In fact, I love to read! So there were tons of people talking in the parking lot, but it's no surprise that the first thing I noticed was the couple silently talking in front of the ugliest orange Mitsubishi Eclipse… ewww!!! In this day in age who buys a Mitsubishi, even a car from GM Is better than that.
Anyway, I placed myself on top of a white van and I listened:
"Kayla please don't be like this, I thought you loved me!" Abraham pleaded.
"I NEVER SAID 'love', so now you're making shit up." she responded.
"So when you said that we were perfect, it was a meaningless lie?" he spat at her.
Wow I never realized that he loved her that much. It reminds me of Mariah Carry's new song "Obsessed". Gods this is weird.
"Please don't make this harder than it has to be. My family is moving out to the island next week. I'm sorry!! This is too much for me to handle!!" she exclaimed.
Silence. Then Abraham decided to try to knock out Kayla.
"You whore, I will not let you leave!" he chanted.
Well, I'd love to say that Kayla defended herself, but he caught her off guard. I panicked and leaped off the car and shot Abraham right between the eyes.
Thank gods we had some FBI, CIA, and NSA agents around because a body found at a school game doesn't exactly fit in well.
When Kayla finally came to, she had some bad news.
"The assault is going to be tomorrow. He told me he had some business to take care of and not to come to school. He said he would pick me up and we would never be found" she informed me.
So tomorrow we will have to be prepared for a strike. The terrorists are going to invade, and it's up to us to prevent an incident on the same level as 9/11.
So be nice and review, my first fic so be nice please, also gamoto means fuck in greek.