Chapter One:

AN: Hey peeps! I'm just writing this other story cause it just came to me in the middle of the night... I'm still not sure if its gonna be a one-shot yet or not, I don't think so, though! Let me know what ya think in the Reviews! Oh! Also, I'm not really sure if anyone has really done a fanfiction like this, so if it sucks, please don't get mad at me! *starts hiding behind the couch* Enjoy!

Chapter One:

I stumbled over my feet in the darkness, which was weird considering I never stumbled. Ever. But I guess considering the consequences, it was okay to be doing something out of character.

Hi, my name's Luke Castellen, I'm 17 years old [i don't know his actual age, so lets just go with 17], and for the past month I've been chased across the country, trying to escape them. Whose them, you might ask? They're the Titans. Yes THE Titans, with a capital "t". For you people that have no idea about Greek Mythology, the Titans came before the gods/goddesses. In fact, the Titan lord/king was the eldest gods/goddesses father. His name, is Kronos. The ruler that rules by eating his children (true story), and commander of the domain of Time. With a capital "t".

Coincidentally, Kronos was one of the Titans chasing me. Well, actually, his minions are chasing me. For what reason, I have no idea. Also, Hyperion (Titan of the sun and east) and Krios (Titan of constellations and the west) were personally chasing me! Fun times.

I have no idea why they're chasing me, and it's getting kind of annoying. I mean seriously, I haven't eaten anything that didn't come from garbage for the past year! Okay, now I just sound stuck up...

Anyway, right now I'm in Utah, Salt Lake City to be exact, running in and out of alley ways and cutting corners hard; so I could possibly lose them.

I had my sword in my hand as I ran, always ready for an attack.

I whipped my head around as I heard a noise, looking to see if the Titans had caught up. I was getting worried because I had a one week lead over them, and usually it only takes them a day or two before they catch up to me. It was disconcerting that they haven't caught up yet; now I'm feeling especially paranoid.

I was yanked out of my thoughts when I fell into the ground. I yelped as I hit the ground on my side, feeling like I bruised my ribs. I winced as I got up, favoring my left leg, as it seemed to have gotten sprained when I hit the floor.

I looked around, and realized that my sword had skidded out of my hand when I fell. As I searched for it, I saw that I was in some kind of dug out hole. It was in a square shape with fluorescent lighting, which was odd because I was just in the pitch black alleyways of SLC.

As I looked around, I noticed that the underground square had a small and simple wooden door in one of the corners. As I stood up slowly, I suddenly realized that there shouldn't be lights above me, considering that I was just in an alleyway. Whatever , I just need shelter from the Titans, and the door looked perfect.

I carefully walked to the door, and cautiously opened it, holding my sword in a death grip; I picked it up off the ground on my way over. As the molding door creaked open, I saw something that made me gasp in disbelief, before I felt a sharp pain right between my eyes. The last thing I remembered before I slipped into unconsciousness, was the glinting of a bronze knife in the darkness.