I am not in any shape or form Rick, he is the genius here not me.
At the Beginning…
Chapter 1: Angel
Thalia POV.
The early morning sun peaked through the thick trees of the forest. The bright rays hit my grimy face making me temporally blind as my eyes adjusted. My long raven hair needed to be cut, there was no way a brush was getting through. It was muttered, reached mid back, and covered in leaves, dirt, and blood. My black eyeliner streaked my face along with more dirt and blood. Usually I don't care what I looked like, but right now I had a creepy feeling of someone watching, which was making me self-conscious.
The fact that I had to keep moving diminished my awareness of the onlooker. I tried to move slowly but my body screamed at me to stay still. I waited for the sharp pains to lessen into dull aches before continuing at my attempt to stand. I must have looked really pathetic trying to use the safety of the tree to inch my way up. Just as I was starting to stand fully I heard the crackle of a stick behind me. Turning quickly around was probably not the best idea, at that moment my legs and head decided that they didn't like me. I was on the ground in a matter of seconds.
With a face full of mud and my head spinning I tried to get up to see the onlooker, but a hand pulling my arm around a shoulder stopped me dead in my pathetic attempted. Peering through the charcoal color blanket that was my hair, I saw an angel.
He looked about 13 maybe 14. His sandy blonde hair fell around his pale mischievous looking face. But that's not what caught my attention. What did was his caring blue eyes that seemed to smolder into my own electric ones. I was so disoriented that I didn't even hear him talking to me until I felt him carefully place me sitting up against the tree.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" his eyes bore into mine with such an intensity I never thought possible.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Look I-" My voice faltered both do to my dry throat and the hush sound that stopped me.
"Shhh" He looked panicked as he said this but I paid no attention to the panic as my anger got in the way.
" Don't 'shhh' me, you -" That's when I figured out why he was trying to shut me up. A deafening screech cut the usually silence of the forest just above us. I didn't have to time to figure out what the thing that made the sound was because I was ever so gently thrown over the kid's shoulder.
He started dashing through the trees of the Connecticut forest trying to lose what was flying above us. Either we were losing it or I was losing it because the terrible screeching was dying down, but then again I was losing to my enemy, the black blanket that covers my conscience when I become weak. I didn't notice we had entered a broken down house until I felt him place me on a worn bed. Once again found myself not hearing what he was saying but I did hear one thing that my angel told me before I lost, a name, but not just any name, his name. Luke…
A/N Reviews are appreciated but not mandatory. I need help figuring out whether the next chapter should be in Luke's POV before and during the chase or should I just continue on in Thalia's POV. Thank You.
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