Okay so my second story on Fanfiction, so please, REVIEW!

Like i said in the summary, it goes along with my other story, Calypso's Story, which I will change the name of soon. It hasn't crossed over yet, so for right now, it is just a story by itself

again, please review!

-teamleo4

Rebecca

When will she stop yelling, Rebecca thought to herself.

She sat on her bed, while the matron, Jane Anderson, yelled at her at the door frame. The whole time she was yelling, though, Rebecca had listened to her music. Her hair was dark and thick enough to conceal her headphones.

The matron had wispy brown hair, and dark eyes. Her eyes never seemed to blink. They always stared at you, with the same, wide-eyed expression. She also had a weird accent that Rebecca could never figure out where it came from.

The Matron stared at her expectantly, as if she was waiting for an answer. Rebecca pulled the headphones out of her ears, and acted like she just noticed her, "Yah? Did you say something?" The Matron went off again. Rebecca sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

She had gotten in trouble, again. This time she stole the matron's mini-van (the only car that was unlocked or she wouldn't have taken it) and took it for a test drive around the city.

A cop finally raced her down and pulled her over. He stepped out of his car and walked toward the mini-van. Rebecca had rolled down her window calmly.

The cop said the line that every TV show said: "Do you know how fast you were going?"

Rebecca, being smart, said, "Do you know how fast you had to go to keep up?"

The officer's face had turned bright red.

She still wondered how a mini-van could do 120.

She had tried to run away from the orphanage, again. This was her third attempt. She had been too eager to escape. If I had just gone a little slower . . .

Rebecca had been abandoned as a kid. She never knew either of her parents. Right now she was living in Sterling Orphanage, in New York City. It was for specialized cases. In other words, for kids that nobody wanted. Kids that had problems. A lot of kids there had dyslexia and ADHD, like her, and other kind of problems too. Others had weird limps, or struggled to walk.

"REBECCA FAITH MARTIN, IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE THIS SECOND, I SWEAR TO THE GODS-" She cut of there, but it left Rebecca wondering. The gods?

She slowly slid off her bed, still confused, and headed for the door.

She went down the stairs, and found the other orphans lined up against the wall, all looking in her direction. They looked terrified.

"What's going on?" She asked them, still heading towards them, but none replied. Too late she realized they were looking above her, at something that stood in the shadow of the stairs.

She looked around and found her face to face with something that looked vaguely like the matron.

The figure had her face, right up to the wispy hair. But below that was where Rebecca felt like she was dreaming.

The matron's legs were a snake. It looked like a huge serpent tail had merged with the torso. It was a dark brown, the exact color of her eyes. The tail at least had to be twenty feet long, but it was coiled up into a ball at the moment.

The pet snake they kept in the orphanage was wrapped around her arm. It kept flicking its tongue at her.

"So, Rebecca, how are you doing?" the creature said to her. She had the matron's voice. She slowly slithering toward her, her tail writhing on the wooden floor. "It was so nice of you to join us."

Rebecca didn't reply. She slowly moved backwards, toward the other orphans, with a look of confusion and fear stuck on her face.

"Oh, don't be afraid, I've been waiting to show my true form for a long time. I knew you were powerful; but that was more reason to stay hidden. I've gathered you demigods slowly, bidding my time. But now I can feast!"

Rebecca found her voice. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Oh those questions are too easy," she said, still advancing, "I'm Lamia, the former queen of Libya. Hera cursed me because she was jealous; she killed my children and turned me into this," she said, gesturing to her body, "because I was a mistress of Zeus. Now I will have my revenge!"

"What-what are you talking about? Zeus as in, like, gods? They're not real!" Rebecca's mind was swirling. What is going on here?

"You naïve little girl, I should have gotten rid of you long ago! No matter, I can end you now!"

She lunged. As Rebecca dodged out of the way, a pot hit the snake lady in the head, and her face slammed backwards.

"You dare throw things at me?" She screamed, glaring at a boy in the back, closest to the kitchen. "You will suffer!"

"Leave the rest of them alone," he yelled back. Rebecca wondered how he had the guts to say anything at all. His name was Stephen. He was one of the kids with a weird limp. He grabbed another pot off the hooks and pushed his way through the crowd of orphans.

The one called Lamia snarled. "You are lucky you are still alive, satyr. I could have killed you off earlier. Let's finish this."

"Gladly," he replied, and he pulled Rebecca by the arm and put himself between her and Lamia. The snake lady bared her now-pointed teeth.

Stephen charged her. Lamia swiped with her tail at him, but he dodged under it and kept going. When he got close enough, he jumped up and landed on her face, pushed off and landed behind her.

Lamia snarled again and turned, her tail knocking out most of the staircase. He threw the pot at her face, but it bounced off, not doing much more than angering her. Now he was defenseless.

The pot skidded to a stop in front of Rebecca. She took the pot with a shaking arm, and threw it back at Lamia. It hit the back of her head, making her fling herself forward. Stephen jumped over her thrashing tail, and joined me.

"You need to go, now!" He shouted at Rebecca. He pointed toward the group of orphans, who were scrambling toward the door. Another person who had a limp was herding them.

"I'm not abandoning you!" she said back, just as Lamia was recovering herself. She stood back up and glared at her.

"You insufferable girl! You miserable excuse for a demigod! I will feast on your blood!"

She slithered toward us. The rest of the orphans had made it outside, and some were coming over to help the two fighting.

Lamia tried attacking them with her tail again. Stephen dodged, but Rebecca didn't have enough time. She got a tail full to the face, and slammed into the kitchen wall.

Amazingly, she was still alive. She got up, and almost fell back down. She saw two snake people, and about fifty people attacking them. "Ughh," she moaned.

She started walking back toward them. On her way, she grabbed another pot, which she had to reach for about five times, and took it with her. One person tried to stop her, but she shook him off. She wasn't going to run away while others risked there lives.

She noticed the ceiling above the monster. It looked like the roof was about to collapse. If only she could hit it . . .

"Hey!" She called. "Serpent Face!" Lamia turned toward her voice.

"You will die in the most painful way possible! Your soul will suffer in the Underworld!" Lamia screamed at her.

"Yah, that's nice," Rebecca called back, trying to sound bored. What if this didn't work? She doubted herself. But she had no choice. "Oh, by the way, look up."

As Lamia turned her face upward, Rebecca threw the pot. It sailed over the snake lady's head, and hit the ceiling.

The whole thing caved in, and landed on Lamia. She screamed, and as the last pieces of rubble toppled down on her, her yells were silenced.

Rebecca collapsed. She was still seeing double, and she had no idea how she made that throw. She didn't even think she could get back up.

The others rushed over to her. They all yelled at her, asking if she was alright. She didn't even have enough energy to reply.

She blacked out.

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Thanks for reading!

-teamleo4