A/N: Sorry for posting the wrong story… Okay, I just wanted to thank everyone who submitted their OCs. I'm going to try to mention everyone if I can, even if they're just in for a little bit. I'd like to thank DarkHairedBeauty6000 for the help to think up another character. I only own Brook and the plot, nothing else at all what so ever. I really hope you enjoy the story!

Brook's POV

"Brook, there is no way you are going out like that." My mom said. I didn't understand why it was such a big deal! My name is Brook Laura Jackson and I'm sixteen years old. You could say my parents are a little over protective. I have long straight blonde hair and sea-green eyes. It is also my favorite color. I was wearing a tight blue tank with a black mini-skirt.

"Why?" I asked my mom. Her name is Annabeth Chase-Jackson. She works for this big architect company in the empire state building.

"Don't even make me tell you what the right thing to do is." She glared at me. Just then my dad came back from work. He worked as a marine biologist near the water somewhere on the other side of the city.

"Dad, tell mom that this looks perfectly fine and is totally appropriate." I begged him. He looked over at me and then at my mother.

"No way are you wearing that." He said looking at me.

"Why?" I asked again.

"We said no." my mom yelled.

"Like you never wore anything like this!" I growled angrily.

"I didn't." she said venom seeping from her voice.

"I'm sure you were too busy off saving the world!" I exclaimed sarcastically, but part of me thought I saw my dad start choking on the blue Coke he was drinking at the mention of it.

"You are grounded." My mom yelled.

"I hate you!" I screamed back as I ran upstairs. I quickly changed into running clothes, grabbed my iPod, and escaped down the fire escape. I wouldn't sneak out to go to the party, I wasn't that dumb, but I did run to Central Park so I could clear my head. Once I got down to the street I started my run. Once I reached the park I started to time myself. Eventually it became really dark out so I hailed a taxi and got a ride home. Once I got to the building I used the fire escape again and climbed back into my room. I pulled my head phones out of my ears and began to walk to the kitchen. I knew I needed to apologize for what I had said. As I entered the kitchen something was off and it wasn't just a feeling I got. The room was torn to shreds. There was crap everywhere and to make things worse, blood was everywhere too.

"Mom!" I yelled. No answer. "Dad!"

No one was answering me and I was beginning to get worried. Then I went into the hall. Words were written on the walls in blood. Someone had scribbled 'you're next' on the wall in blood. Then there was 'run' scribbled in a different place. I recognized my mom's hand writing immediately. I bolted up the steps. I grabbed a change of clothes, a full water bottle from my mini-fridge, my mom's Yankee's cap, and my wallet. I had no idea why I grabbed these things; I just knew it made sense. When I reached the kitchen I found my dad's favorite pen sitting next to a pool of blood. I slowly walked over to it and picked it up shakily. I always wanted to write with this pen. It was as if it was a magical object. I ran outside and back towards the park.

As I ran I realized two men were following me. I picked up my pace, but they kept up. They were tall and there was no way I would be able to take them. Once I was in the park they disappeared and a few moments later they appeared in front of me.

"Who are you?" I asked frightened.

"Give up now." One of the men said. I was trembling. Some dog-like creatures started to surround me and I found myself in a trap. Just then one of those dog-like creates appeared out of nowhere and started barreling towards me. I couldn't run so when it threw me onto its back I was relieved. But then I realized we were running right at a tree and I braced myself for the impact. It never came thankfully, but when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in Manhattan anymore. I wasn't even in New York, or at least it didn't look like it. The dog-like thing dropped me on the ground and disappeared. I sat there for a good five minutes staring into space.

That's when I heard the roar. If I could've screamed I would've, but I was too scared to open my mouth. I had my dad's pen still clutched in one hand. It felt safe there. All of the sudden a monster came into view. I learned about Greek Mythology in history class, but never did I ever think I'd actually see a real Minotaur. It looked right at me, daring me to make the first move, but I had nothing to protect myself with. So, I ran. I jumped to my feet and began to run as fast as I could. The damn thing continued to growl at me as it continued to chase me. But I just kept running. At one point one of its "hands" reached out and grabbed a hold of my ponytail holder and ripped it out.

Now my hair was flying loosely around me as I ran even faster. All of the sudden the beast stopped. Not because it was tired, but because a boy collided with it. I whirled around to see that the strikingly handsome boy was holding a sword. Just then two more girls rushed forward to help him. They were trying to contain the beast. I looked around me to find that there were several kids. Some were holding back others and trying to get them away from the fight. The three teens were getting nowhere. That's when I got an idea. I quickly climbed the nearest tree like I used to do in the trees in Central Park when I was younger. I then jumped down and landed on the Minotaur's shoulders. Without much thought, I ripped the horn out of the beast's head and stabbed him with it. The monster disappeared in a whirl of gold dust and I collapsed to the ground.

Before I passed out the outline of the boy hovered over me. His eyes were brown and his golden hair fell at just the right length. I swore I had seen an angel as the world turned black.

A/N: Please leave a comment or critique. I hoped you liked the first chapter. Don't worry, we'll get to see some of the OCs next chapter. Should I continue?

-Capw8543