This is my first post for a Percy Jackson fiction and I'm kinda split two ideas but ill save them for the end now read on.

Disclaimer: You: Are you Rick Riordan.

Me: No I'm bookguy

You: But your avatars a comic book character and you posted a thing for a game

Me:... you gonna read or not

Chapter 1

The wind buffeted the long luscious grass of the meadow making the grass spin and twirl uncontrollably, the beautiful moon was at its full and illuminating the scene below.

A lone field mouse nibbled on a poppy seed, its whiskers sensing movement not far away but just moved under a small leaf and nibbled on its food.

The mouse looked up at the moon, the great big rock reflecting in its big round eyes, making its fur go a ghostly white but this sudden sight was short lived as a large boot came crashing down near it.

Mason wasn't sure if he'd killed it, he'd hit one of its front legs but that would only slow it down slightly, he tightened his grip on his duro as he ran along the meadow, catching the shocked squeak of a mouse somewhere as his boots hit the grass.

Mason had been running from this thing ever since he reached New York, he'd noticed it in the dark corners and alley ways but couldn't use his duro, a 7ft long spear with a celestial bronze head and butt spike, in New York without being sent to prison again.

He'd thought he lost the creature when he'd "borrowed" a Harley from some guy at a diner but it must have tracked him, he'd run out of fuel a mile back and the fastest way to where he was going was across this meadow and over that country road.

It was only a good 10 minute sprint in front of him but he'd been going on adrenaline the entire run and was just managing a slow jog. He looked like he'd been through hell, which was technically true, he's usually short ratty blonde curly hair was now clumpy and covered in dirt and blood, his white skin was covered with cuts and bruises and his hazel eyes where blood shot with black bags under his eyes.

He's clothes were covered in filth, he wore a green T-shirt with the sign for weed on it he stole from a hippie concert, black jeans with dirt and holes on the knees, black combat boots and he's black jacket he got from a friend but that's another story.

The grass behind him rustled and he span around and went into a crouched stance raising he's spear and pointing the head at where the sound came from, sweat began going down his face becoming cold in the night air, he's breaths became pants as he realized how out of breath he was but held he's breath as he saw to big red eyes breaking through the darkness of the night.

The creature came out, its big black fur ragged and shaggy but didn't seem to bother the creature in the slightest as he crawled out baring its sharp and bloody teeth, he'd fought these creatures before but none as big as this one, who reached the size of a mountain lion. Mason remembered the name. Hell-Hound.

It began circling him looking for a opening in he's already weakening defense, he knew he couldn't fight this thing he could barely hold onto he's duro and he could barely keep his legs from collapsing.

Mason looked back at the road for a split second only a few feet away, so near to it and yet here he was sitting in a meadow being circled by a bloody Hell-Hound about to be killed. Then he heard a roaring sound from behind him, he chanced a look back and saw a white van coming down the road which gave him an idea if not a risky one. He turned around facing the Hell-Hound staring daggers at each other and tightening he's grip on the worn out wood of the duro and charged the monster bringing the head of it up and yelled a war cry as the spear plunged into the monsters shoulder and twisted. The monster howled in pain and raised its right paw its claws catching the moon light and bringing it down across he's chest.

Mason yelled in pain as the glistening black claws sunk into he's weed jumper and into he's skin, blood smearing the T-shirt and chest he collapsed onto the floor he's chest going up and down frantically, he could feel the Hell-Hound near him and closed his eyes waiting for the monster to finish him off, to feel the cold embrace of death, to finally pay for the things he did but there was still so many things left undone television, internet don't even get me started on girls he thought.

But death never came, raising he's swimming head he looked up to see the Hell-Hound on the floor crawling towards him, the spear was embedded in his shoulder, how he didn't burst into dust I don't know maybe because of its size he thought. The monster could walk but it kept falling and stumbling over, Mason turned around and looked up the road the van was still a bit away if he moved now he could make it holding on to he's burning chest he stumbled forward towards the road.

The Hell-Hound noticed this and began stumbling forwards as well refusing to let its prey slip away but Mason just kept walking, its exactly what he wanted it to do.

He looked up the road and saw the van it wasn't far now he had to hurry, he finally took his first step on the road relief flooded through him but it wasn't over yet he turned around to find the Hell-Hound right behind him it sprang forward and pinned him to the ground, Mason screamed in pain as the monsters giant paw pinned him down, the monsters opened its huge mouth its hot musky breath hitting him pure in the face making it nearly impossible to breath, he looked at the duro still stuck in the monsters shoulder he reached up grabbing the spiked butt end snapping it off then turning to the monster and smashing it across its big ugly face, stunning it and giving enough time to get up and look to the left then jumping to the other side of the road as a pure white van smashed into the Hell-Hound turning it instantly into dust. Mason didn't know if it would kill the Hell-Hound when he'd planned it but the van must have deepened the spear head, when he looked at the duro it had been shattered to pieces across the road.

When he looked at the van he saw two people get out, he couldn't make them out much but one was a girl with long black hair and a orange shirt and some guy with a bunch of round white holes allover his body "What did we hit?" the girl asked the big guy, he just shrugged then nudged the girl pointing to Mason "Oh my god!" she yelled rushing over to me looking over my wounds, she was nearer now and he could make out her weird amber eyes "Are you okay."she asked him, he's head just collapsed on the road and looked at the van on the side was the weirdest name Delphi Strawberry Service.

The girl turned to the big guy "We gotta get him to camp."she said, Mason sighed they were from camp, he was gonna make it and with that weight of his shoulder he passed out.

Alright thanks for reading, the two ideas I'm split between are a fiction where he is in Percy's world and goes through the books or a all OC one review I crave your opinion.

Also sorry so short PEACE!