Vengeance of the Forgotten Gods
A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction
Prologue:
Nathan was exhausted. Every fiber of his being told him to run, yet his body could go no further. The pale late summer moon shone through the trees, like an ever vigilant and watchful eye. Even this late, it was still hot and muggy. He had no idea exactly where he was, but he knew it was somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. He had never intended for things to end up like this, not that he had control over the events that had set this into motion. As he ran, his mind wandered back to how he'd come to be there…
Chapter 1:
The din of rowdy teenagers filled the air inside the bus as it rumbled down the road. Nathan was sitting in the middle at the window. To him; this may as well have been hell. Who in the literal fucking hell take a class trip to Salt Lake City? Apparently someone ha though it was a fantastic idea to take a bus full of juvenile delinquents to see, as they were calling it, 'one of the great natural beauties of America'. Yeah fucking right; and next you're going to tell me Half Life 3 was announced. It's a big lake that has a lot of salt in it, so what, was that supposed to be impressive? As far as he was concerned; if that lake wasn't also doubling as the Fountain of Youth, this was a waste of his damn time. He'd rather be locked in a room with a pack of angry wolves then go there; not to mention put up with his less than reputable classmates.
Well, 'classmates' was kinda pushing it. Utah School for Malefactor Youth wasn't a school at all; it was a prison sentence in disguise. These punks weren't here to learn, unless you were teaching them to rob a store or how to do graffiti that is. Nathan wasn't a hoodlum like the other kids here, not by a long shot; he was here because he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That and he had the look of a street thug.
Nathan wasn't exactly easy on the eyes; he was six foot seven and two hundred pounds. He was lean, but built like an athlete, a fact he tried to hide under his black hoodie at all times. It didn't help that across his chest were three long scars; claw marks form a beast he never remembered being attacked by. On his right shoulder was a large circular scar, apparently an arrow wound that he'd gotten from the same accident, an unlucky missed shot from his rescuer. He had no memories of the event, but it was clear that it had indeed occurred. He could however explain the tattoos on his arms. The Delta on the back of his right hand was the symbol for change in Physics, but the tattoo of a chain spiraling down his left arm was just for show though, nothing quite as deep about that one. His bald shaven head completed the look of a renegade teen.
The bus screeched to a halt, and the doors flung open, "Everybody off, single file!" the guard said over the intercom, "No lollygagging!"
Nathan had no interest in sitting there any longer than he needed to, but he knew that the longer he stayed, the longer he'd be able to sit in the air conditioning. He waited for everyone to get off before he made his way to the doors. The midday sun was blinding, even worse was the heat. It had to be almost a hundred degrees out there; this was going to be just rainbows and gumdrops, he could tell. Nathan hopped to the ground as the bus doors closed behind him. Fanfuckingtastic.