Disclaimer: These things annoy me so this one counts for the whole fanfic: I do NOT own Percy Jackson or any of Rick Riordan's characters!

This is the first fanfic that I've published so bear with me please! I hope you enjoy! xx

Scarlette

She ran her fingers through her dark red hair, the purple steak catching the light in her small bedroom. Her eyebrows creased slightly as she looked out of her small window, dreading the moment when her mother would come home. Scarlette had no idea how she was going to explain it this time; she didn't even know what had happened herself! It just happened….why was she always blamed for these things? It's not like she could have caused that! They did deserve it though, she thought to herself…

"Girl!" she heard a shout from downstairs. "Get down her now you miserable little piece of-"

Looks like she's home then, Scarlette thought to herself sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She reluctantly got up and took the one step to her door and trudged her way downstairs, awaiting the cascade of insults and shouting that was sure to follow. She stood in the small, grimy kitchen, where her mother was standing by the table, glaring ominously at her. The woman took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

After her mother had seemed to have ran out of insults, she started talking comprehensively once again and Scarlette deigned it safe to look up. She instantly regretted it, seeing that look of pure hate in her eyes. Just seeing it was enough to make her want to crumble to the floor.

"This is your third school this year! It's April!" her mother shouted. "What happened? Do you enjoy screwing everything up for everyone?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Scarlette screamed back, tears finding their way down her cheeks. It was the truth to, or at least she thought it was.

"You whiny slag!" " You gonna go kill yourself then?" "Emo," "What a wreck." "British Scum"

These were just some of the comments that she could hear from the mob of people surrounding her. She was panicking. She couldn't breathe. She wanted to scream. She collapsed into the corner of the hallway of the school, trying desperately to make herself disappear…Suddenly, there were piercing screams and a brilliantly painful flash of light as everyone surrounded her staggered back. The floor had split and they were covered in mud. Scarlette was terrified, how could that happen, what happened? This was so much worse than the other times… Just then she realised that they were all staggering around, covering their eyes. Where they blinded? But she was fine!

She had found out that they were only temporarily blinded from the head, when she was kicked out. Having your birthday on the 1st of April is bad enough, but when that's how you spend it, it gets much worse..

Her mother slapped her hard, her ring caused a massive gash in the side of her face, but somehow Scarlette felt the warm flow of blood down her cheek comforting as she ran to her bedroom, to get away with the monster downstairs.

"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," Scarlette muttered under her breath.

The reason why she hated her so much-because she knew that she still loved her.

The place looked safe. She needed to get there. She was running. Running from everything. All she knew was that she needed to get away. She needed to get to that place where there were others like her. Whatever it was, it was chasing her, she needed to get there. It was on her. She screamed.

Scarlette woke up and saw the rusty colour of her own blood on the pillow, she gasped as she sat up, wincing at the scab on her face when she saw it in the mirror. She had been thinking about it before she had gone to sleep. She knew how stupid it was and that it would never work, but she couldn't take not trying anymore. Especially not after that dream. Nightmare? She felt like it meant something important, that it was trying to convince her in its own sick, twisted way.

Finally decided, she grabbed her backpack and shoved all of her savings into the front pocket. She then proceeded to put her make up bag in too. Why, she didn't know, but if she ever got to wherever she was trying to go, she felt that she would want it. She put all of her necessities in her bag, not really caring if she had forgotten something or not. As she ran downstairs, she shoved all of the food that would keep in her bag. It wasn't much, but they didn't have much anyway. She put two water bottles in and left the house, but not after leaving along meaningful note for her mother:

Emalia, Mum,

I guess you should be thankful I'm finally gone.

Bye,

Your Daughter

First things first, get away from this hell hole. Scarlette boarded the subway confidently and sat down. She was trying to get as far away as possible. She wouldn't spend her money on things such as transport, she shoved her way through the crown and ran- ignoring all of the shouts that echoed behind her. She grinned-she always got a rush from doing stupid things. Probably why she had ran away. She didn't like to think of it as running away though…more as escaping a prison that she didn't deserve to be locked in. Or did she deserve it all? Was it all her fault after all?

Angry at herself for being so weak, she carried on walking, tearing into one of the biscuits that was in her backpack. She felt a lot calmer now that she was away from her mother, and the school. She pulled out her money and counted how much she had actually got. $80. That wasn't much. Not much at all. Gosh, she was so freaking stupid but she would not turn back now. She was stronger than that.

In New York, you would think she would be surrounded by people, but she had never felt quite so alone then she did in that moment.

At Camp

Chiron was nervous; they hadn't detected such a powerful force since the children of the big three. It was dangerous and it was moving towards them. What kind of monster could it be? It was attracting many creatures as well. They were in danger.

***I'm sorry it's quite short, but I hate doing first chapters! Hopefully there will be a new chapter up every couple of days, at least once a week. I would love it if you could review, it would mean a lot. Thanks! Xx***