Hey guys, this is my very first story, so it's kinda short. If you don't even want me to bother with making a chapter 2, just tell me. But it will get better. Right now it's not very much like Percy Jackson and The Olympians, but it will soon. And her name is Dahlia, not Thalia. Kk, that is all. Bye!
Chapter 1
Going Down
As I walk down the dark alley, I can't help but think this is the end. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm cold. And I'm pretty sure the man stalking behind me isn't here for a friendly encounter. I look behind me. The tall man in the trench coat is breathing heavily. He has a hat that's shadow covers his face, and I have a feeling that if I did see his face, I'd be terrified. Because it's not like I'm already scared out of my mind. I make another turn down the alley and take this chance. I make one last chance to look behind me to make sure he hasn't turned the corner yet. I run. I run as fast as I possibly can.
Its dark, the only thing illuminating the street is the bright moon. I can barely see, so I'm unsure of where I'm going, but I don't care. I see a dumpster, with the lid on top wide open. I take my chances and jump into it. I close the lid and the smell inside my hiding place is unbearable. But I'd rather be in there than captured by the mysterious man. While I'm hiding, let me take this chance to introduce myself.
My name is Dahlia. I'm only 13 years old, so I'm quite young still. I have brown, curly hair, bluish eyes, and dorky glasses. Now I bet you've read other stories where the girl is breathtakingly beautiful and all the guys want her. Not with me. I've had boys straight out call me ugly before. But I don't care what they think, for I care only of what I think. I live in Berea, Kentucky; a small town where there is rarely any crime and everyone is as one: a big family. So you're probably thinking "Well why is there some creeper stalking her?" That's what I want to know.
Oh god. I hear footsteps. My heartbeat goes faster and faster, like a rabbit. I can hear his breathing and it sounds like he's hissing….? All of a sudden, the dumpster begins to rattle, and I'm as scared as heck. It rattles harder and harder and I begin to notice tears streaming down my face. I have a feeling they've been there this whole time. I hear a huge bang and the top of the dumpster breaks off of the hinges and I look up to see it fly to the right. I hear another loud bang and I then some brick pieces falling. Then there's a face. Right in front of my own and I don't even know what to make of it.
Half of his face was covered in hard, grey scales. His eyes were as black as onyx and he had a forked tongue sticking out of his mouth. I then begin to heavily sob, as the man grabs my body, and takes me away.