HeY! so this idiot decided to hack my account. SO i'm still here but those of you who have ! on your favorites now that used to be me. Send him a not so friendly note would ya? Anyway. I will be reposting most of my stories. Dylan will still be with us:

Dylan: Hey

Me: so anyway. I probably wont put a AN on every chapter since this one is already done. SO enjoy

Dylan: SHe does not own any of MR or PJO

Alex's POV

I am sitting on the sand at the lake next to my family's beach house. My beautiful golden and bronze colored wings open, soaking up the warmth of the sunlight. The people on the beach aren't screaming and running away. It feels amazing. My little brother, Adam, is filling a pail with sand. The sky is a bright blue with not a cloud in sight.

Then the scene shifts. The people are gone, my little brother is nowhere in sight, the sky has darkened.

"Alex!" My name rings out across the water. I look and Adam is drowning!

"Adam!" I call out but my voice is like it's under water, slow and muffled. I start running but ever step I take the water recedes. I drop to my knees an watch helplessly as my eight year old brother drowns.

Another scene shift. I am staring up at a brutal looking teenager with black hair and thick body build. He is the godling Deimos, the Greek personification of fear. He is holding my baby brother's limp, soaked body in his arms.

"Missing something, sister?" He chuckles as Adam's body disintegrates.

"No!" I scream and claw at the sand where Adam's ashes fall. I look up at Deimos, but he is not Deimos any more. He is an Eraser.

The Eraser lunges at me. I yelp and scramble back. He stops and looks over at Adam, who is building a sand castle like nothing ever happened.

The eraser takes Adam and bites his neck.

"NO!"

"No!" I shot up in bed sweating.

My mom and step-dad, John, came in. "Alex, sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother sat on the bed next to me. "Honey, why don't you get a wet towel and a glass of water." John nodded and walked out.

"Was it the same dream?" she asked when he was gone.

I nodded. "But Deimos was there. He was holding Adam. The he was an Eraser like always. He was the Greek god of Terror. Mom it's getting worse." My mother taught me all about Greek and Roman mythology. I loved it. If a book wasn't about some sort of mythology I wasn't reading it.

My mother's face darkened and she nodded. "I knew this day would come. He's getting restless. He wants you at the camp. We can't wait any longer." She said.

"Mom? What's going on? Who's him? My father? What camp?" I asked.

"Pack a duffle, sweetheart. Some extra clothes and the essentials. As soon as you're ready you'll leave." She patted my knee and stood up. I tried to ask another question but she was already out the door.

I had no idea what was going on but I got up and did as I was told.

Okay, let me explain: My name is Alex Rider (yes I realize). I live in Tampa, Florida. I am ADHA. I have gotten kicked out of five schools in three years. I fight a lot. My mother did not marry my father. She was mad at him for leaving her, so she, being a rebellious nineteen years old, signed up for a science thing and I was born with wings. They had taken me away from her and until I was eleven, and able to escape, I lived at a place called the School in Death Valley, California. I have long, thick, brown, curly hair that goes down to my waist. I, getting my rebellion from my mom, put purple streaks in my hair. My eyes were an unnatural turquoise color.

My mom had married when I was still at the School. When I came back she almost died of joy. She knew I had wings. We kept it from John though.

When I had packed two shirts, a pair of jeans and camouflage pants, my pocketknife, my writing notebooks that I take everywhere and my laptop, I got dressed and put on my Dad's leather jacket. It was the only thing he had left behind when he left my mom. I never left that thing anywhere. It had a spear on the arm and on the back it says, "Try Me" and has a flaming bike with black flames on the engine, shot gun holsters and a boar head in the handlebars. I love that jacket.

I headed down to the kitchen and my mom was standing there with John, a plane ticket in her hands. Her eyes were read like she'd been crying. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Where am I going?"

"To a summer camp, Alex." She adjusted the collar on the leather jacket.

"You're not going with me?"

"I can't, sweetie." I could hear her voice crack and saw more tears in her eyes. My mom was the strongest person I knew. She taught Karate and boxing. I'd never seen her this upset.

"Mom?

"I'll be okay. Just promise you'll stay there. It's safer that way.

I nodded. "What is happening though?" I looked over at John and dropped my voice, "Did they find me? I can't leave you. They'll kill you."

"No, sweetie. It's not them. We are safe." Then she explained everything. From the gods to the wings. Then the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and there was a teenager dresses in black jeans, a "Live to Ride" T-shirt, black leather jacket and a bandana over his black greased back hair leaning in the doorway. The man next to him caught e off guard though. He was tall and brutal looking, I realized he was the same man from my Dream.

I screamed and slammed the door in Deimos's face.

"Alex!" My mom took my shoulders. "Relax. They're just here to take you to the camp. You are over thirteen. You're sent will attract way to many monsters for you to be by yourself. I asked you're father to send them."

"B-but…" I stammered. "He is the same one from my dream!"

"It's okay. They will explain the rest on the plane. Just go. Please, Alex. I love you."

I nodded. If I know one thing it's that my mother never does anything without a super solid reason.

She kissed my head and opened the door back up. The two guys were standing there still.

I stifled another scream. Deimos was just plain creepy. He made me want to run and scream.

"Deimos and Phobos are going to take you to the camp." She nudged me toward Deimos.

His smile was chilling. "Morning, Sis. He Phobos." He said. "Don't be a stranger," he out a huge arm around my neck and ruffled my hair, "Come meet our new sister."

"Ugh." I pulled out of his grip and finger combed my hair. I could feel the power and danger they radiated. But it was familiar. Almost comforting to me.

The teenager walked over and we sized each other up. Like we were seeing if we could beat one another. "Alex right?" he finally asked.

"Depends."

There was a long silence then, in his worst imitation of a black girl, he said, "Girl you got some strange ass fears all up in yo head."

"Phobos!" I exclaimed. "That's it! Phobos was the Greek personification of fear. Godling, son of Ares. I knew I heard that name somewhere before." They all stared at me like I had just pooped an egg. "What? Well excuse me for actually knowing some stuff." I flipped my hair and crossed my arms.

Deimos laughed and clapped me on the back so hard I thought he broke my wings. "Let's go shall we?"

Phobos gestured to a red motorcycle with black flames painted on the engine, shotgun holsters (complete with shotguns), a boar skull and the seat looked like Caucasian skin leather.

"Sweetness!" I ran toward the bike but Deimos caught me by the duffle. "Awe, come on. I know how to drive it. Just once around the block?"

"Oh no. You got to earn the right to drive the chariot." Phobos said climbing on. "I'll meet you guys at the airport." He sped off down the road, momentarily leaving a fire path behind him.

"You got to start listening, kid. You can't just hop on the chariot and drive. You got to learn. And that's if you get a chance." Deimos said and led me over to a cheap-looking, beat up, old camaro.

I reluctantly slid in shotgun. "A godling drives this piece of shit?"

"Just barrowing it." He said and drove off toward the airport.

Complete and utter rendomness will be going up soon. A little different than last time but still awesome.

Dylan: This is going to be interesting

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