Chapter I: My Parent's a God
Hey, pplz, this is my 1st fanfic, so please don't say 'this sucks like crap' or whatever... minor criticism is nice, maybe suggestions or something... I'm not too good at qriting, but I gave it a shot, so here goes... R&R, plz, or... maybe just read and say it sucks... Oh, one more thing, there might be some mis capitiliztions or typos or weird gaps or crap like that because my computer all jacked up so and i kinda overuse the word 'crap' because its fun to use...
The first day of school. After half the summer, you get tired of doing nothing, so you want to go back to school. Mostly to see your friends, not your new teachers. To most of the students, school is a job that you can't quit, but you don't get paid. You sit in a chair, learn, talk, you know, the crap from school. Tired in class, alert at lunch, lazy at P.E... but on the first day, things are a little more cheerful. Only a little. But still, even at school, especially on the first day, you want to look nice. But school, to me, is a rather eventful place. So I threw on my basic attire. A plain black t-shirt under a plaid black-and-grey flannel shirt and a pair of black jeans. Then my signature black fedora hat. Too much black? Nah, it's my favorite color. I looked into the mirror in my room, making sure nothing stood out.
Did I mention that my hair is black, too? Well, I did now. I have Caucasian skin and a black eye color. Blacked framed glasses, black laptop, black wallpaper, etc... Basically, all the crap I own is black. Yep, I really like black.
Reluctantly, I slung my black backpack over my shoulder and left the house, not wanting to sit in a chair for the next 7 hours doing nothing but crap. I walked toward the bus stop. When I arrived, there were a few students waiting for a bus to come and pick them up. I stood there, waiting. I checked my black wristwatch. 7:00. The bus should be here soon. And soon enough, the bus came to save the day. Or ruin it. I stepped in, sat down, and stared blankly out the window. After a few more stops, a kid sat next to me. I spun my head, surprised. I recognized him from last year. Christopher Green. Nice kid, I guess. Got okay grades, stayed outta trouble. Not the type of person you'd expect to commit a crime. However, despite his last name, he hated the color green. He turned around, registering me.
"Hey," he said. "I remember you. Rey, was it?"
"Y-yeah... 'sup?"
"Nothin' much. How was your summer?"
"Spent in the black darkness of my room..." I said calmly.
"Dude, are you, like, emo or goth or something?" he asked.
"I get that a lot... No, I'm just seclusive. I don't really go out much.
"Yeah, that's nice..." he muttered.
A lot of people assume I'm Goth or emo just because I liked the color black. I don't like punk music or whatever it is that Goths like (A/N: sorry to all Goth people i don't mean any offense but I just have no idea what it's like to be Goth), and I don't like to cut myself. I just don't like being bothered much.
The bus trudged toward the school, a large public middle school in Manhattan. I stepped off the bus and walked toward the school, Manhattan Intermediate School. I walked to my classroom, H-8. I officially started my seventh grade year, still twelve years old and bored as hell. We started with Math, which I was okay at, then Science, which I hated utterly. Moving on to English, my LEAST favorite subject. Words floated off the page and I got horrible grades... After two hours of watching words float about and suffering from the inability to sit still, English ended and History started. My teacher was a rather tall one, with square-ish glasses and brunette hair. Her skin was a bit tanned, and was skinny and bony. She had one of those huge pimples on her forehead. She was very strict and always called people by their last names.
"Halden, What do you know about Greek mythology?" she asked, but it sounded more like a demand.
Yeah, that's me. Rey Halden.
"Uh," I replied, "we learned about it last year?"
A couple of chuckles floated around, but stopped when Ms. Sanders, our teacher, stiffened her expression and bored her eyes into me.
"Let me ask you again, Mr. Halden. What do you know about Greek mythology?" She looked as if she was trying to resist shredding me to bits.
"They, uh, were gods..." I muttered. "They... liked to, uh, you know... hook up with the mortals...?" It came out more as a question than an answer.
The class burst with laughter at that comment. Hook up. Nice choice of words...
"And the result?" the teacher asked, rather impatient.
"The kids... were half-god, half-human?" I responded weakly. I hated being on the spot to answer questions.
"Demigods," she said.
She bobbed her head, which meant she wanted more answers.
"They could, uh, do the stuff their parents could do?"
"Give me an example, Mr. Halden."
"Like, the kid of Poseidon could move water, the kid of Zeus could go all lightning and stuff..." I made some explosion sounds and waved my hands in the air as I explained Zeus. Quiet laughter sifted through the room. But then It started to rain outside. Hard. And then thunder and lightning. The laughter abruptly stopped. Ms. Sanders stayed calm while everyone murmured about what happened outside.
"What about Hades's children? What could they do?" she asked, creeping closer, tilting her head and squinting her eyes.
"Uh... They could, um, raise the dead? Move shadows or whatever Hades does?" I said feebly. An earthquake shook the floor, but it was rather large, maybe a 5-point-something. Students started murmuring about it. Ms. Sanders, ever so slowly, kept creeping forward, calmly and strangely.
"You're freaky," I thought aloud. Bad choice.
Ms. Sanders inhaled sharply and scrunched up her face as a scowl formed on her mouth. Then all Hell broke loose. She lunged forward, her face changing into a monster - literally - and continued to advance toward me. Fangs grew from her crooked teeth. Her eyes turned a black pool of rage. Her hands and feet grew claws and talons. Wings sprouted out of her back. I scrambled for the corner and hid in the shadow of the cabinet. The wooden cabinet broke into splinters as Ms. Sanders - A.K.A that monster - shred the wood to bits. The students screamed and ran out of the room. As the monster loomed over me and roared at my face, I felt a tug in my gut and suddenly sank through the floor. Soon I was engulfed in complete blackness. It was colder than my kitchen freezer and completely void of any life. The next thing I knew, I resurfaced in the MPR, where the school held multiple events. That why it's known as the MPR - The Multi Purpose Room. Through the doors at the opposite end of the room emerged two people: a lean, athletic man with Caucasian skin and black hair and an athletic woman with curly blond hair and tan skin.
"Annabeth, there!" the man said as he pointed at me.
I cowered in the corner, hoping he was pointing at someone next to me, but there was no one but us in the MPR. As they advanced, I noticed the feeling of my exhaustion. I looked at the two strange people who now stood before me.
"Are you Rey Halden?" the man asked.
I nodded slowly, too exhausted to talk.
"You're in danger. You have to come with us," the girl said.
"W-What was that thing?" I stammered, baffled about the whole predicament.
"What thing?" the man asked.
"Th-that thing that attacked me! It was all like, RAWR and it had, like, claws, and-and like, a pair of freakin' wings and freakin' talons and it freakin' tried to kill me!"
"He's been spotted," The girl said.
"What?" I questioned, confused and exhausted.
"You know the Greek Gods?" The man asked.
"Yeah..."
"Well, they're real," he said, " and you know how the have kids?"
"Uh, yeah..."
"You're one of them. So am I. I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. That's Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."
"Then who the hell is my - I don't know, parent?" I demanded.
"We don't know yet," Percy stated. "But you have to come with us."
"But what about that- that thing that attacked me?" I asked.
"We'll worry about that later," Annabeth said. "Now, we have to go."
As we ran toward the MPR door, the demon that relentlessly hunted me down burst through the MPR wall.
"You could've used the door," I said, stopping in my tracks.
Hearing my comment, it (or she, or he, or whatever the hell that thing was) turned its head toward me and released a blood-curdling scream, plunging in the my direction, its extended its claws in an attempt to grasp me.
"Harpy!" Percy exclaimed. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a pen. He clicked it and it grew into a full sized sword.
The beast hissed at the sight of celestial bronze, and fixed its eyes on Percy. I watched in awe as Percy attacked the at the monster. With savage rage, the harpy dove for Percy, baring its fangs and traveling at an unbelievable speed. Percy swung his sword at the harpy. It exploded into golden dust and disappeared.
"Dude! What the hell just happened!" I exclaimed. "No. No. This isn't real. This isn't happening, this is a freakin' dream or something."
"We have to take him to camp," Annabeth said.
"Camp?" I asked, "What the hell? What kind of camp teaches you to slice up monsters!"
"Camp Half-Blood," Percy said. He clicked his sword-pen and it reverted back to a small pen.
Tell me what you think. I think it sucked... suggestions, minor criticism, and compliments are nice, but please no rude comments. It was supposed to be longer, but the things I put in were non-relevant. review if you please! ^_^