The Run for His Life
I got this idea from another story called Run, and so I decided I loved it so much, I would switch it around a little. So…. Ya! Hope you enjoy!
-Salty
Percy POV
Running. That's what I've been doing for the past year and a half. Running from the crazy psycho dude, named Gabe. Running for so long, he might have given up. Maybe.
Currently, I was on a train, to who knows where. California I think. New York isn't safe anymore. I reached my hand into the zip block baggy where I kept my cash, and my pictures. The ones of my mom, before… before she was killed by Gabe. She had been so nice to him, too nice in my opinion. And then… I had aggravated him, for the last time. He tied me to the wall, and killed her slowly, painfully, right in front of me. He then turned to me, cut the ropes, and said one thing.
"Run." I had taken off, and jumped in my car, the one my real dad had left me before he disappeared. I heard Gabe jumping in his, and speeding after me.
How I had gotten away, it wasn't clear, but now I'm on a train. Lost in thought, I didn't realize we had stopped at the CALIFORNIA TRAIN STATION 224.
Hopping out, I saw a pretty blonde girl. I followed her to her home, and noticed there was an abandoned house on the street behind it. Grabbing my things, which consisted of a suitcase, which I may or may have not stolen, full of clothes, a zip block bag with money and pictures, and another suitcase full of food, water, and my cellphone charger, I went inside. Sighing at its current state, I set my things down and began to unpack. Realizing the bedroom had a window, I glanced out, only to see the room of the pretty blonde girl from the train station.
Annabeth POV
I set my things down from my ride on the train; I had to go grocery shopping. I sat down in my room, and glanced out the window. I had this terrible view of the abandoned house behind us that looked at its window. But then, I saw a boy, about my age, the one that I had seen at the train station. Hoping he hadn't noticed, I went down the stairs, and out the door. I ran around the house, and knocked on the door to the abandoned house. I heard a big bang, and some mild cussing, and I decided to open it, because it was obvious he wasn't going to answer.
I opened the door, and walked in. Immediately, the smell of the rotting wood hit me, and my nose scrunched up. Realizing that the boy would be upstairs, where I had last seen him, I carefully went up them, avoiding the holes and rotten pieces in the old wooden stairs. I walked in the room the bang had come from, I saw the boy, huddled in the corner, and shaking.
"Hi, I'm Annabeth."
Was this longer than most of my chapters? I am about to write chapter 5 of my other story, Revenge Maybe, and so ya. Constructive Criticism Welcome!