Hi there, okay no time pleasantries, the name's Nick and if you don't like angst, bullying and revenge (Okay not so much but a tiny bit.) then please stop reading now because things are going to get rough from now on.
So if you are reading this you already know about what a demigod is and what do they do. In a line they like being badass , now I know you will be thinking that' yeah typical plot the person narrating his/her story start by telling how miserable their life was until a guardian angel showed up and took them to a metamorphic 'heaven' '. Yeah, those are really overrated these days, true enough my story starts the same way too(I know boring), but just my luck, my guardian angel is a hellhound and the 'metamorphic heaven' is as good as my current life which to be honest is really bad.
So let's see the tale (I am a sucker for dramatic story telling under the moon) starts on a windy night when a 4 year old boy is abandoned at the local orphanage. Soon enough the orphanage shuts down due to financial problems and the boy in the tender age (well the slum boys called my skin tender enough to eat so yeah 'tender') of eight is left in the slums of San Francisco. (Okay, enough hand it over to me writer I am narrating my own story from now on).
(SO yeah pov changed, its Nick's POV now guys and you are with Nick.)
Well I had always been surrounded by strange things like animals that society would call mythical or at least genetically malfunctioning, or big street boys trying to waltz together (Still have nightmares on those).
And other such stuff, to be honest I never paid any attention to such stuff, how could I? I mean we were practically slum boys, even if did knew who or what strangeness surrounded us, who would listen to us?
So we kept to ourselves and tried to survive. Now if you don't know slums have rules too, just they don't mean anything to the residents.
I used to live on the 42 drive by street in a cardboard box (and FYI the real name of the place is not drive by street, just a slum name, heck I need to visit that place, I still don't know its name. I should ask Reyna to take me there) and we had a really big cafeteria disposal unit to eat from. The biggest concern of me and my pals at that time was to keeps these hell of a noise makes (hint-Stomachs) full. The best thing that happened was a free school opened by some 'I have money and want to get publicity for it' rich guy. The school was... Great? I don't know I just went there for the food. Oh! and the books, the teachers were just over paid buffoons(ahem, this does not means that you jimmy and any other kid who has problems with your teacher can call them buffoons, sorry had to put it in) but the books were pure gold. I had a knack for reading since.. I could read, but never mind that. So everything was going good in the school and stuff, years passed I was getting knowledge and stuff and then exactly on my 12th birthday I had an encounter with the worst kind of monster, Vanessa. She was the ruler of the street fashion girls (saying 'whut?' yet?) and a real tyrant. So the story goes like this, Vanessa was taking a walk by the slum pond and pretending she's a hot chick that guys were drooling over , there were complications though, first she hadn't taken a bath for like a month. She had expired makeup on her face and the cherry on the top she kinda looked like a burnt potato. Where do I come in? Well, so you see I just said these things to her face. Have you ever fought a smelly bull? Protip: you lost before the fight even began, surrender and save some breath. Long story short, I, being the survivalist I was, didn't give up and in the end got caught up by the 'street fashion girls'. Vanessa was hells bent on making me take a nude walk in the nearest park but before she could tear my only set of clothes she noticed my silver chain. Now if you anyone of the likes Vanessa she puts fashion before everything so she tried to snatch my chain. The problem? First, it was silver, I liked silver color. Second in the orphanage I was told that this was the only thing I had on me when I was left at their doorstep.
After a few tries and some help she got the chain and said " thank for the gift hon, but I don't like smelly boys, tho I am takin' this beaut wit me."
Don't remember much after that, everything was a flash but when I woke up I saw Vanessa mauled up and her minions scared in a corner, begging for mercy. All I know my name changed from nick to beast that day. A name I will have to overcome in certain future to become me again.
After this I met a hell hound and had a good run to some camp but that is a story for another time. Adios!
Author's note:
Okay guys author here, let me know the narration style is good or not, please I want to make this story an epic so help me on facts. Okay so any review is good review, so go wild guys, tell me where I am wrong and tell me how I can improve. Bye!
Oi, nick here, next chapter, the story begins. Nick meets the hellhound of his nightmares. Be sure to read it!