A New Type Of Demi-god
Hello everyone! This is my first story so to be too harsh. I would greatly appreciate it if you could review and tell me what you think. Also, Percy Jackson and the Hero's of Olympus do not belong to me, everything is owned by Rick Riordan.
My name is Ikyro Kisaki. Recently some pretty strange things have been happening, which I've had to deal with all my life, but this is even weirder than normal. Let's go back a week shall we?
April 25th, a Friday down in Miami, Florida. I was happy it was almost the weekend, and all I had to do was get through today. I sat through class after boring class watching the clock slowly tick away. Mercifully, the bell finally rang, signaling lunch had started. Everyone rushed out to try and beat everybody else and get their lunch first. I trudged along, not particularly excited to sit outside by myself again, however hungry I may be. Picking a barren corner away from other people as possible, I sit on the hot cement floor. Opening my bento, which is a homemade lunch-box, I take out my chopsticks and start nibbling on my lunch. You see, I'm not from Florida. In fact, I'm not even from America. I was born and raised in Athens, Greece, but my family is from Japan, hence my name. The thing is, aside from being a 'trouble maker' and having dyslexia and ADHD, I was also raised in both the traditional Japanese and Greek ways, so people in America always labeled me as 'weird' right off the bat. Probably because I wore kimonos all the time and have a strange combination of cultures. Anyway, I sat and ate my lunch, mind drifting to my mother who was almost always working. Then, John Jacobson came bounding over on his fat legs, belly bulging out, and arms flapping. He wore a smirk on his ugly face, nose bunched up like a pigs. A few of his equally idiotic but not as ugly friends followed after him. He stopped just short of me, "Hey Freak, what's for lunch today? Octopus legs?" He laughed as if he were so funny, and his buddies snickered. I grasped my chopsticks a little tighter, getting angry. This guy is asking for a punch to his ugly face, I thought. "What's the matter Icky, cat got yur tongue?" he said while nudging my legs, as if he could pry a response. You can't afford to get in trouble again. You'll get expelled, I told myself over and over again, trying to stop myself from getting up and punching him. By now a crowd of people had gathered, probably hoping a fight would break out. Suddenly, my only friend Callan waltzed up, "Ladies and Gentlemen, that's the end of the show! Tune in next time to see what will happen next!" she proclaimed in an announcers voice, pretending this was just an old cheesy reality show. Helping me up, she left as suddenly as she appeared, with me in tow, leaving everyone confused and the baffled faces of John and his buddies at her wake.
Once we were far enough away she turned to face me, exasperated. "Ugh, I am so fed up with John. He thinks he's all high and mighty just because his dad is the leader of the local gang and everybody is afraid of him. I wish someone would just stand up to him." I simply nodded in agreement. Callan looked at me with concern, and that made me angry. I didn't need anybody's pity, not even hers. "Thank you" I told her instead. I then proceeded to finish my lunch while Callan played with my long, straight, dyed jet black hair. I didn't like when people touched me, but I didn't tell her to stop. It felt nice, and reminded me of my mother whom I missed dearly. I finished my bento, and no sooner did the bell ring, signaling the end of lunch. "Oh shoot, I lost track of time again! I was supposed to go to Mr. Short's class and finish my test. Sorry Iki, gotta run, I'll see you later, 'kay?" And with that she was off. It still puzzles me on how she could stand to be my friend when I was more schizophrenic then anybody in the history of schizophrenia. You see, I can switch personalities so fast you're left wondering if I'm even the same person you started talking to half a second ago. The thing is, I only have two personas with no in-between. I can either be the happiest, most cheerful person on the planet, or the angriest, scariest person you wish you'd never met. I call these personas Light and Dark. Can you guess which is which?
In my Algebra 2 class,I sat in the farthest corner of the classroom and stared out the window, while Ms. Smith droned on about polynomials or something, and my scary aura making people keep as far away from me as possible. For some reason her strange aura didn't affect Callan like it did other people, or John for that matter, and I wish it did, for I just happen to have John Jacobson in this very class, sitting not two feet away. I glanced over at him to catch him just in time giving me the 'you're-so-dead' look. I ignored him in favor of the more appealing view out the window. Outside, the trees swayed in the breeze, the leaves dancing along to an unheard rhythm. The sun shone brightly on the Earth, its hot rays enveloping the world in its embrace. Everything was calm, as if the world itself was trying to sooth me of my worries. The brilliant blue sky was untainted by clouds, and I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong? When the bell finally rang, I stood up briskly trying to get through the day as fast as possible. In my hurry, I tripped over something and nearly landed face-first on the floor, I had barely enough time to catch myself. I heard the snickers of the students as they passed and my face burned the bright color of unending hatred, for I knew what I had tripped on and it certainly hadn't been an accident. John's foot was still poised out in front of him, and he wore a triumphant snicker on his mashed in face, "Oops," he said in mock surprise "I didn't see you there. My bad." He stepped around me and then over his shoulder said "Mutt." And that was it, something deep inside me just snapped. I became so completely enraged with this horrible creature before me that had tortured me for the past year that the only thought I had for him was death. I wasn't at all aware of my surroundings, but my subconscious registered that it had become very, very dark. I could see the absolute terror in John's eyes, but it was different, it seemed like a crazed sort of fear. Then, it seemed like the darkness had reached him, as strange as that sounds, and he began gasping for breath. I glared at him hard, and the skin on his face started to wither away, his eyes became blood shot, and the veins all over his body became strained. All around, the students who had stayed to watch the inevitable fight started to choke and gasp for breath as the darkness reached them too. However, John seemed to be the only one that was slowly decaying. Ms. Smith, who had been previously frozen in shock, was now feeling the effects of the creeping darkness. Then, I felt a weak hand grasp at my arm, and my head snapped to glare at this person who dared touch me. When I saw Callan's very frightened face staring back at me, all at once everything stopped. John stopped decaying and suffocating, the students could breathe again, and Ms. Smith could breathe too. The darkness receded, and John fell to the floor unconscious and probably half dead. Everyone else had either passed out or was desperately trying to get oxygen again. It had all only lasted for about a minute, maybe two at most. I stood frozen in shock, unsure of what had just happened and how Callan had gotten here. Other students burst into the room checking the students who had been in the strange darkness. "Go… you ha- have to… go. Police… on way… stud- ent called. Think… you did this." Callen said, struggling to breathe. "No, I- I can't leave you like this." She shook her head and weakly pushed me away, "You have to… go now." I hesitated, but nodded, gave her a quick hug and whispered thank you in her ear, then jumped out one of the open windows knowing the hallways would be too crowded for a quick escape. I ran to the streets and in the distance I could hear the police sirens drawing closer. I knew I had to go to my mother's house, rest up a bit, and make a plan. Funny, I had just been thinking what could possibly go wrong not so long ago.