OKAY. So this is my first fanfiction. Please no shooting. I would appreciate constructive criticism, critiques and or compliments for chapters to come. DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN ANY OF THE PJO CHARACTORS charactors are OOC
Percy
I glanced down at my beaten cap. I growled, throwing it down in frustration. I needed money. I needed it to run away, earn a living, start a new life… to find my missing father. He has been gone since my mom died. I was six then. I needed money to get to America. But where would get it? I had never stolen, and I didn't intend to. But no one in their right mind would give a scrawny-off-the-street-16-year-old boy any pocket cash. I would have to steal. He left his friend, Gabriel, in charge of me. My mother was dead because of him. He does everything but guard, yet everyone sees right through what the man does to me! I have scars to prove. He has threatened me that if I tell anyone, he…he would… If I could just steal a few notes from him, I could be on my way and out of his miserable grasp...
My thoughts were broken as Gabriel sauntered into the room. It was a winter night, so I knew he had been at the pub. He usually kept his lose money in the back of his breeches. However, he also carried a gun. This was going to be my one and only chance. I could grab the money and risk being shot at, or I could completely give up. I ran my hand through my messy raven black hair before slapping my hat back on.
"Gabriel. I must be off. I promised a friend that I would meet him by the ol' oak. If you don't mind I'll just take my leave..." I said cautiously. Best he think I was leaving. He groaned and grumbled as he stumbled through the hall. I was assured that he was drunk. The man swooned and collapsed onto his cot in the far end if the room. I saw the money hanging loosely out of his back pocket. I took long quiet strides, skillfully avoiding all the creaks in the floor. I glanced up. The man had glided his hand over to his hip. His hand was hovering over the gun. How did he know I was going to do something? Was he just doing that? I decided to ignore his small movement. Big mistake.
I don't even think he knew what he was doing, but he pulled the trigger. The barrel was aimed towards the ground, but it still hit me. I'm not sure where, but my leg exploded into pain. I grabbed the money, and limped as quickly as I could out the door. When he woke up, he would see me and his money gone, and know that I took it and ran. His gun would have one less bullet in it and there would be blood stains on the floor. Either way, had I run or not, it wouldn't look good for me. I knew that I needed to get the wound cleaned and patched up, but I had to get out of town first, before word spread.
"Dammit. I'm an idiot, a complete idiot!" I muttered through gritted teeth, "it's the winter season..." I tugged my cap farther on, and kept my head down as I limped through the streets. Living on the streets during winter, is not all that fun. Enough homeless freeze and, or starve to death. I needed to get out of town as fast as possible.
I walked around for a while. I knew I was out of town, but I needed, wanted to get as far away as possible. I didn't have any friends in that place, I had a slightly abusive guardian, a dead mother, and a missing father. I just needed to get away and sort through my life. I don't know how long I walked, but it was starting to get light out. I scrambled through the trash. Instead of finding food, I found a scruffy, black dog. He stayed with me after a few nights of following me cautiously. He kept me warm at night and I, him. We passed through many little villages and towns. After what was probably a week, I noticed my leg was getting steadily worse, and I knew Blackjack was aware of it too. One night, I remember, after running away from an angry coachman, I passed out in an alley way because of the pain. I never did that again. Only steady walking.
Finally, after days of traveling, I knew I couldn't go much farther. I was leaning heavily on the side of a fence so I could stay upright. Blackjack trudged alongside me. I could feel the darkness creeping into my vision. I had to find someone to help me, now. My hopes rose when a saw a young women striding hastily down the other side of the road. Her blonde hair was illuminated as she passed under a glowing street light. Her rose colored dress flowed gracefully across the ground. I knew she would help me. For a moment I forgot the pain and started running across the wide street. Blackjack ran at my heels. Before I knew it, I was heaving up the small remains of my food from a few days ago and blood. I knew something was wrong, when I saw the blood dripping from my mouth. I collapsed onto my knees.
"Not smart...at all..." I stammered to Blackjack. He was standing there, watching me with a sad expression. "Hey...you-you wanna go get help? Go get help Blackjack...please" I whispered to him, "go see if you can find that pretty lady, she- she'll help us," He turned and ran after the young women that we saw. Please, let my trust in him not fail me now... I rolled onto my back. The cold felt good against my body. I could just fall asleep and forget about all my problems...
so hope you guys like... this is all new to me, so yeah.
~ XxSeaOwl
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