Hey guys!

As many of you know, I'm currently working on Summer Rain and I haven't been the absolute best updater, but I'm working on cranking out a new chapter. However, I just got this idea all of a sudden and I just had to get it out.

The whole idea is based on an enhanced person AU that dealt with the ever so expansive knowledge of Greek mythology. Let me give you the gist of everything so it makes more sense:

Ever since the massacre when she saw her best friend taken from her by strange men and her parents murdered, Riley Matthews has been living in foster homes. She doesn't know what permanent means and, even though she acts like it doesn't faze her, the remnants of her parents still haunt her. Just as she begins her junior year, another event happens with the beginning similar to the massacre she had endured all those years past. What she doesn't know is that shadows are lurking and scrambling to find her and, when they do, the world better hope that it isn't them. Or the supernatural descendant from Greek Gods AU no one asked for.

In this story, Riley will be 16 years old. Maya will be seventeen, Farkle and Lucas will be eighteen, and Josh will be twenty. The story will mostly be in Riley's point of view except for the prologue, which will be from Josh's point of view. (I am the worst continuity author ever to live, don't hold this against me). Tell me if you like it and if I should continue!

Xoxo,

Kadecca

Six Years Ago:

There were screams all around me, the haunted voices shrieking in indistinguishable chants. In every crevice of each hallway and curve of the wall laid textured paintings of deep, rich red. Splatters of suffering and of wails cut short were ubiquitous and interminable. As we walked down the darkened, bloodied hallway of gruesome death, I could smell the stench of dead flesh.

My body felt numb. The skin and nerves of the tips of my fingers tingled and shook. I had seen massacres at the hand of Dikaiosýni before, but never had I seen something so horrible. So heart wrenching.

I couldn't seem to escape the hollowed vision, the flurries of sounds. A tear dropped down my cheek faster than I could react and, as I heard the cries of little ones who would never see their parents again, I almost felt down in despair. What good was government funding, what good was EPSU if we couldn't save them? If we couldn't save the hundreds of innocents slain just because of Dikaiosýni sick cause? Just because they wanted to find one Apógonos?

I was an Apógonos of Morpheus, a rare descendent of a non-god. I had surpassed all expectations for an Apógonos of a minor god or Titan, I had been the top of my class despite the prejudices against my kind. I had endured humiliation when I was younger by Apógonos of Zeus at least twenty times in my life but…looking at the heartbroken faces, I was lucky. Some of these kids hadn't even been given a shot at life. These parents couldn't see their children grow up, and most of them couldn't even grow old.

Dikaiosýni meant justice and, if this was justice, this world was beyond salvation. This...there was no excuse for these deaths. This was cold blooded war against what was most definitely a sanctuary of peace and security,,

"Josh…Josh."

My head snapped over to Missy as the blur on my vision cleared. My hands slowly unclenched and I walked over to where she was pointing. We were in the fifth grade hallway of the school, past most of the initial deaths.

I had found them with gaping holes where chests and hearts used to be. I had found children with broken limbs across the room, had seen them ripped apart, had seen their heads severed from their body.

"Josh, I know this is hard. I know, ok?" Her voice was pleading and desperate and I could see the tears falling down. She was a cold and emotionally callous girl; she wasn't this unraveling one in front of me. We had seen so much and this…if there was something that could've done it, this had broken us.

Hundreds dead. Children. And I can't do a single damn thing.

"But Josh, we need to find the child. They came here to find a child. They have been looking for the child, for the Katharós." My eyes widened at the mention of the name. The most important name in a world in which Dikaiosýni was gaining power so quickly. The name in which the end of the modern era seemed as if it was closing before we could shut the door. If we let it get out of hand, the Gods would intervene and they would sweep the whole world's population with a flick of their wrists. There'd be mass casualties, deaths, until not a single child stood standing.

But how could they have found him? How could they have found the Katharós before the EPSU did, and how could they have known who he was?

There's a chance they didn't get to him.

"We need to find him. Now. You take left wing and I'll take the right."

The second her footsteps left the corridor, I was alone again. Me, the remaining survivors of the remnants of Creekside Elementary, and the dead bodies littered across the floor and under my feet.

I heard a quiet sound and, when I snapped my head over to one of the classroom windows, I saw a movement through the shattered glass. The Dikaiosýni better hope that they weren't still in the building because, if they were, I wouldn't just let them get away with death. I'd kill them in agony, make them see that the ones they loved had been slain in the most horrible way right in front of them, and then end them.

I moved with purpose, my hands lighting up with the dark energy coursing through my veins. They unraveled from my stomach and I pushed them forward-

I heard a soft whimper from the other side of the classroom.

"Mommy?"

The energy faded as everything seemed to be sucked from the room. My world spun once more, and I had to hold onto a desk to gain control.

"Daddy?"

A strangled sound came from under the desks.

"Mommy, don't sleep! Maya, Daddy, and I need you." I walked slowly towards the sound, my step faltering when I saw the scene.

Two adults laid on the ground right next to each other, their faces young and drained. Both had brown hair and one of them must have been so beautiful before, but that wasn't what stood out to me. Their hands were intertwined still, even when it was so clear that the battle was over.

A little bundle of brown lie next to who I presumed to be her mother. Her eyes, beautiful and large eyes, were full of panic as they met mine. Her eyes captivated me, pushed all the desperate need into me. I nearly fainted.

Her expression changed drastically, turning from despair to anger and fierce protectiveness. Her eyes nervously swayed from me, as if she was sizing me up, and the floor-

A blonde tangle and mess of a girl was on the ground...please tell me that the Dikaiosýni didn't just slaughter the girl's friend and parents in front of her. They had a sick sense of justice, a sick sense that almost always left witnesses driven insane by their experiences in losing their loved ones, but they wouldn't do this. They wouldn't just leave her to see the wreckage.

"I'm not here to hurt you, ok?" I put my hands up in a surrender position, carefully moving towards her knife. It was almost laughable if not for the situation; the knife was just the plastic ones from the cafeteria. She was holding it so that she was vulnerable herself, but she was completely blockading anyone from touching the blonde girl.

Her tense stance didn't let up a single inch. Her face was drenched with tears and, despite her earlier words, I knew she understood the situation. I knew that she had seen her parents be killed, and I knew that she knew they were dead. I was just praying to the heavens that I could check if the blonde was healable. I wasn't a healer, but I knew enough to delay death until the ambulance got here.

"Please…I just want to make sure she's okay," I said, pointing at the ground next to her. I could see the indecision, the confusion, the shock, and all of her emotions compiling on one another.

She didn't deserve this.

"What's your name?"

Her hold on her knife wavered. "Ri-Riley."

I swallowed to keep myself in control, and I felt an unconscious and strained smile reach my face. She needed some of my strength. "Riley, I need to check to see if your friend is okay. I can help her, Riley, but if you don't let me past I can't help her."

Riley looked down at the girl and she silently brushed some blonde hair from a pale forehead. There wasn't a trace of force on the girl and, hopefully, she was just knocked unconscious. "Peaches," she whispered, "I'm going to get you help, ok? I'll make sure that you are okay."

Riley swallowed forcibly, and she cautiously put down the plastic knife. Clearly against her better judgement, she nodded, and let me past. There was no trace of happiness on her face but, when she glanced over at the blonde, there was so much love. It was noticeable to see that she was avoiding contact with the two bodies next to her and the stench of vomit across the room clearly traced back to Riley.

I could have gotten past Riley in less than a second but I couldn't let her know what I did. I didn't want to do it, I really didn't, but I knew I didn't have a choice. As part of my damned Morpheus "blessing", I could read auras. Every Apógonos was in danger at this point, and the girl with an aura so bright and yellow was no exception to that. Her aura almost blended in with her hair and I could practically see it mending her injuries.

Here was the cold, hard truth.

I had to take the girl whom Riley had referred to as "Peaches" back to EPSU. Riley didn't have the same aura; in fact, all she had was a dismal, gray human one. I couldn't take a human back to EPSU just because an Apógonos was their best friend. I couldn't, and I most definitely couldn't endanger Riley.

"Her name is Maya." Riley stuttered out, falling next to me. I had taken a seat next to her, falsely poking around to keep any alarm from reaching Riley. Her body was so tense, and I could see the exhaustion around her. My job would be easier, then.

I looked at Riley and cautiously put my hand on her shoulder. I felt her flinch back, but the muscles under my hand relaxed with every second past. "Riley, I need you to be strong. Can you do that for me?"

Her eyes drooped down slower. "I will be. For Maya."

"What does Maya love to do?" I said, my voice slowing. I could feel my energy reaching Riley already and, even though I felt bad for tearing her from her best friend, she deserved some sleep. She needed a peaceful separation from Maya and I'd ensure that her dreams and her sleep would be calming enough.

The poor kid. She'll wake up an orphan.

Riley smiled weakly before more tears slipped out of her eyes - so many I thought she might have known what I was going to do before I thought back to the fact that she was just a mere mortal. She couldn't know.

"She loves to paint." A dreamy look was pasted on her. The hold of sleep was strengthening with every second even with my restraining on my powers to the point where it was almost painful. But I didn't care; Riley was all that mattered right now. She was a survivor, and she needed hope. "She loves art."

A ghost of a smile quirked the sides of my lips up for a very short, ephemeral fraction of time. "Maya needs to go to the paintshop with her mommy. She'll be back, Riley." The lie hung so low on my tongue.

"Just rest, Riley, and she'll be here."

Her body slumped to the ground and, seeing where it would land, I quickly caught her. She was cradled in my arms, a small little girl who had seen too many horrors. She deserved so much more and I so wished I could give her that...but I didn't have that luxury.

As I crumpled my outer jacket for her to use as a blanket and stacked the cloth as a pillow for her delicate head, I kissed her on the forehead.

With both arms carrying Maya out the door, I looked back at Riley. Her body was so still and calm that any passerby would think she was just napping, that she was just too tired from the day's work. She would be beautiful when she grew older.

"Be strong, Riley. Να είσαι δυνατός."

With that, I left the room and, only two minutes later, the school of death.

That's it! Tell me if you liked it, if you want me to continue on this or only continue on with Summer Rain. Unlike Summer Rain, the ships in this story are definitely undecided. Choose and pick and leave it all in the reviews!

I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it!

Xoxo,

Kadecca