1. Kenneth

A normal life. That was the total opposite of Kenneth. He always wanted to be normal. He was raised by a single mother and also never knew his father, not that he cared. He hated it in America. He couldn't even speak the language properly, let alone make friends. Nobody wanted to be friends with a ruffian like him anyway.

His life was average up until the point he lost his eyesight. Everybody made fun of him and made jokes about his eyesight. That didn't help. He loved to put on a brave face, but inside, those comments about seeing actually hurt. He didn't let the public know, of course. He just threatened to beat them up.

Well, he was having a rotten day anyway. His best friend, Basil, had gone missing and he was stuck with the Thompson twins, who were pretty much a pain in the arse to work with. The school had decided to arrange a field trip to the national museum in order to improve the knowledge of the students in things outside of academic research, or something.

Of course, the Thompson twins weren't all too bad. Marsh was a genius. He could out-wit anyone and if you asked him a question, he'd give you a textbook definition of it. Mallow, on the other hand, was lazy and a complete knuckle head. Sure she was tough and could toss someone off the edge of a building, but she was no help when it came to academic studies. Worst of all, the two hated each other and would spend every minute possible arguing. From what he remembered, those two looked nothing alike.

"-is why the stegosaurus have spikes on their back!" said Mr. Monroe, their tutor teacher, "We should go see the Greek and Roman exhibits. They're wonderful! They have a huge statue of Zeus that will make you wonder how much time they had to create such a beautiful piece!"

Most of the students just yawned. Sure, Mr. Monroe was fun, but he did have his limits. When you ask him about history, he would go on and on about that one topic. He was strange, to tell the truth. He looked way to young to be teaching, but grew a beard faster than you could say 'Mississippi'. He wore a dress shirt, a messily done tie, black trousers and his usual brown fedora, which he refuses to take off. His shoelaces were almost always untied and his feet were just unnaturally small to begin with.

Mallow snapped her fingers in front of Kenneth's pale blue eyes, "Hey! Are you listening?"

"Huh? 'Course I am," replied Kenneth. The girl was around the same age as him, which was 14. She wore a pair of shorts, a striped shirt and a black aviator jacket. She had motorcycle goggles pulled up around her mousy brown hair like a hairband. She had olive green eyes that had a mischievous twinkle that just screamed, 'Don't trust her!'.

"Yeah. Totally," said Marsh with sarcasm sprinkled in his voice, "Now repeat what the teacher said before about the bone structure of a stegosaurus."

Kenneth just frowned, "I can't see no bone structure, dude. I can't SEE."

"Wow. Calm down. I didn't mean it that way!" he apologised, going red in the face. Marsh wore loose jeans, a simple T-shirt with a black aviator jacket on top. He had motorcycle goggles just like his sister, but he hung them around his neck instead. His mousy brown hair flopped all over his face so you couldn't make out that many details. His eyes were bright green and filled with desperation, sorrow and fear; completely different from his sister's. From what Kenneth remembered, he was definitely at least a head shorter than Mallow, which everyone found funny.

"Marsh. You are an arse, you know that? Mocking Kenneth like that!" growled Mallow as she placed her hands on her hips, "You should know better!"

Kenneth chuckled and ran a hand through his russet brown hair. He loved listening to their arguments, though he missed the times when he could see them too. Well, the past was the past.

A few minutes later, Kenneth found himself listening to a recording about dinosaurs. He didn't notice that the rest of the group had left and was just standing there, trying to absorb the knowledge. Once the recording finished and was starting to repeat itself, he turned around.

"Hey, Marsh! You should check this out!" he stated loudly, attracting the attention of others, but not the person he wanted. He cocked his head to the side, finally noticing that everyone had left. He frowned and just placed a hand to the wall, trying to lead himself somewhere else. He kept on walking along the wall until he bumped into someone, stumbling back slightly.

"Hey, watch where you're goin'!" exclaimed Kenneth as he rubbed his head slightly. He had no idea what the person looked like but man, was the guy rude. They didn't even say sorry. Even though Kenneth couldn't see the person, he definitely felt something strange. The next thing he knew, he was backhanded to the side, crashing into the wall behind him.

"Rude!" Kenneth shouted as he got back up, hearing the heavy footsteps of whatever it was. Once it was looming over him, he didn't know what else to do but run. The guy's breath smelled like raw meat and he was pretty sure it was shorter before. He darted off in the direction he presumed the next exit would be, though he just kept bumping into walls.

Out of nowhere, someone grabbed his wrist and started running, leading him in the right direction. Kenneth continued running, hoping that they would lose the big guy if they ran fast enough. He just assumed that the bigger they were, the slower they became. Sadly, he was mistaken. That monster could keep up the pace, which wasn't doing him any good.

"Quickly! Over here!" shouted the person guiding him. He didn't have time to match the voice to a name, so he just did what he said. They ducked into a storage room and slammed the door behind them.

"What the hell was that!" asked Kenneth between pants.

"No idea..." muttered the other. Kenneth finally firgured out who it was. It was Marsh.

"Can you explain?"

"For once in my life, not at all." he replied. Marsh grabbed a broom and shoved it into Kenneth's hands before taking one for himself.

"Yes. I guess if we go out again, we'll just smack him with a broom." said Kenneth sarcastically.

"It's more of a distraction so we can run. Did you feel it though? The guy was at least 10 feet tall!" Marsh exclaimed, making wild hand gestures as he spoke, "I'm sure Mr. Monroe can help us out. We just gotta get back to the group."

Kenneth nodded, sort of stuck on the fact that the person they were running away from was 10 feet tall. Marsh pulled the goggles over his eyes and opened the door slightly, looking around. He then grabbed Kenneth by the wrist and ran out, turning random corners without looking back.

"I think we lost him!" Marsh exclaimed, stopping to catch his breath, "We need a plan. A strategy for if he comes back. If we keep running and he catches up to us, the rest of the group will take the heat too."

"Look, Marsh," stated Kenneth, making a mental note to never use that comment again, "I ain't stickin' around if that thing comes back, okay?"

Marsh grimaced, adjusting his goggles before grabbing Kenneth and running again. It wasn't long before they bumped into the 10 footer again. Out of all times to bump into it, it had to be in one of the skinniest corridors.

"Oh crap! What the hell should we do?" Kenneth blurted out, scowling went the scent of raw meat hit his nose. It wasn't a smell he would like to stick around for.

Suddenly, Marsh was able to pull courage straight out from nowhere as he clutched his broom and charged at the monster. He threw it like a javelin, nailing the man right between his eyes, only to be knocked aside by a giant hand. Kenneth pulled Marsh back to his feet and they started running while the guy was distracted.

"Alright, all we have to do is turn this corner and we'll be back with the group, okay?" said Marsh as he kept on running straight. They ducked into one of the corners and Marsh stopped abruptly, causing Kenneth to stumble over.

The area was about Roman history and the place was filled with glass cupboards filled with weapons and armours from the time. It would've been interesting to learn more about if they weren't already being chased by a 10 foot monster.

"That took you a while!" shouted someone in the crowd of students.

"Now, now. Don't be too harsh on them!" said Mr Monroe, "This museum is very big and therefore it is very easy to get lost!"

Before Marsh or Kenneth had time to explain, the sound of heavy footsteps filled the area. Kenneth was able to catch the sound of swearing from his tutor teacher before Marsh grabbed his hand and started rushing off.

"Alright, students. Don't panic. Just leave in an orderly manner!" Mr. Monroe stated, not sounding very calm at all, "Actually, just run out. Right now!" The students did as they were told and rushed off to the nearest exit. Marsh and Kenneth hid behind one of the large potted plants, hoping that the monster wouldn't notice them. Marsh peaked over the corner, only to see his sister smash a glass and grab a sword from the display case. Marsh growled and stood up, adjusting his motorcycle goggles.

"Stay here, Kenneth. I'm gonna help them out a bit." he demanded, rushing off and breaking another one of the display cases and pulling out a large spear. Mr. Monroe had pulled out a sword from the same display case that Mallow broke, holding it sloppily in front of him. The alarms had already gone off and they didn't have too much time until the security came. Kenneth wanted to do something but he was pretty sure he would just put all of them in danger. He heard Mallow utter a battle cry as she charged towards the monster, slashing her sword at the monster, who was now bleeding from a small slash wound.

"Come on, kids! We don't have much time! We have to get out of here!" shouted Mr. Monroe as he threw his sword at the monster, only to have it rebound back like a harmless tennis ball. Luckily, Marsh and Mallow delivered the final blows. The twins both stabbed him with their weapons, both pretty shocked when it melted into dust. Kenneth stood up and grimaced at the smell. Before he knew it, he was grabbed again and they were all running out of the museum. Kenneth was pretty surprised that Mr. Monroe could keep up with the three teens. The man seemed to get out of breath from climbing up stairs sometimes, but it might just come from aging.

"Quickly, quickly! We have to leave, right now!" exclaimed Mr. Monroe as they rushed out of the museum, the bright sunlight heating up their skin.

"But what about the rest?" asked Marsh as he tried to catch his breath.

"They'll be fine!"

With that, Mr. Monroe took off his hat, revealing small-ish goat horns, poking out from his messy black hair. What was weirder was when he ruffled his hair and grabbed a golden coin that was stuck in his hair and probably covered in lice.

"Stêthi 'Ô hárma diabolês!" he blurted out, tossing the golden coin onto the road. All three of them watched as the coin sunk into the ground while a black car formed out of nowhere. It seemed to be made out of smoke, which didn't make the trio feel any better.

"What are you waiting for? Get in!" Mr. Monroe exclaimed, looking over his shoulder now and then. He shoved them into the cab and got inside himself, "Camp Half Blood. Make it quick!"

With that, the taxi driver (or drivers) zoomed off, not really appealing to the speed limits. There were three of them and they kept snatching something from each other that seemed like an eyeball. The fact that all Kenneth could do was sit and feel as the car swerved from left to right made him feel sick. Sitting in that taxi was not the most pleasurable experiences.

Put the disclaimer down here, shall we?
Yeah. I wish I could own this bro. I'd love to be the creator of Leo ;D

Anyway, I don't really like this story but I'm putting it out anyway, you know. Find out how to improve. Just gonna say before that it's real draggy okay? okay.