Hey guys, I am making a brand new story and I know I should be working on my other ones buuuuut I just felt bored with them so if you want more, just wait please. Now I do know there is a bunch of Percy/Artemis stories, but none Shardeus/Artemis. Also Shard is not a regular demigod; he is much stronger than one. And he is very special. Imagine Maximum Ride (great series by the way) with my oc and Percy Jackson. Good? Good. Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, Maximum Ride, Only my Oc's. Now ONTO THE STORY!
Shard's POV: Why can't my life be normal for once. I have a step-dad that abuses, verbally, physically, and sexually, with his poker buddies. These are the times I wish my door had a lock. And that I didn't basically live in a closet. I am 8 and I have been living with him since birth. I still remember the worst day of my life when I was 4.
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Oh gosh, why did my teacher hold me after class? Smelly Nate is (AN: Nate is actually Nathan Ugliano, brother of Gabe Ugliano.) gonna hit me, or worse rape me. When I get home the first thing that happens is a blow to my ribs. I fall down, coughing my lungs out since Nate hit me hard.
"Where were you?!" he slurs.
"A-At school." I said quietly not looking at him.
"Why?!" He grabs my head to look at his ugly blood-shot eyes.
"Mr. Hammond wanted to talk to me." I still said quietly. He growls and drags me throws me at the wall. Now I should explain, he hasn't fed me for like, a week, so I'm easy to pick up. I groan in pain and he threw his half-full beer bottle at the wall above my head. A rain of shards (AN: Hah shards, get it? No? His name is Shardeus… ok nevermind) and alcohol hit me. He drags me to the closet and starts to hit me with whips and belts. Then he drags me into his room. Oh no. *insert Rape scene. Since I'm not really old enough to write it, just imagine It.* after he finished I heard the front door unlock and my mom comes into the house horrified. She drops everything and runs into her room and stares horrified at me and smelly Nate. He quickly runs after when she runs out to the kitchen where the phone is. But when he was running I saw something glinting in his hand. When I pull up my pants I run to the kitchen to see her on the floor in a pool of a crimson liquid with a knife sticking out of her chest. I run to her and put her head in my lap.
"Please mommy w-wake up." I whimpered
"I'm afraid not, my little hero, just remember, I will love you, even in death." She said with her final breath before her eyes became lifeless with a small sad smile, and soon I started to bawl my eyes out clutching her head to my chest.
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I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the hot tears running down my face. I roughly wipe them away until I walk out and I run into Nate.
"Hey Monster, Freak, Demon…" and many more names.
"Hello." I said looking at his ugly pig face, He growled and tried to hit me. Keyword is tried because I dodged his hit. He growled again and pulled out a knife and stabs me. He got my side before I kick where the sun doesn't shine and he fell down.
"Wow, such I weak maneuver, you really are the son of that B****." He sneered and my eyes went dead. I grab the knife and kick his face.
"Don't talk about my mom like that." I said before plunging the knife into his heart. After that I stumble into my room and fall asleep.
I was thinking about ending it there but that would be mean so CONTINUE THE STORY!
I wake up with my ribs aching. I sigh before getting up to take a shower. When I got out and change into silver T-Shirt, A Thin Black Jacket that's really warm in the inside, Dark Blue Jeans and Black Combat Boots. I looked in my bathroom mirror and was surprised. I saw an 8 year old boy with hair black as space and extremely messy with eyes that were like looking into galaxies. My eyes were completely black with little stars. But they look undeniably broken. And wings black as space. What, I didn't mention I have wings. Well they are about 5ft long. I sigh again and I go down stairs to see a dead Nate. Soon memories flood my mind of yesterday. I quickly go into the kitchen and I grab my school backpack. I dump everything on the floor and I grab a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, "special" food that would heal me, Food, Water/juice, my sketch pad, my handy-dandy pocket knife and pictures of my mom. I zip my backpack and run outside and I lock the door. I turn around to see a busy day and I run to an ally way to sleep since I'm tired.
So I hoped you guys liked it very much. So his eyes might have gave him away. But he was actually claimed in the hospital, just no one saw it because of the mist. And the reason he grabbed cigarettes is because to him, it was a way to escape the pain and he didn't want to resort to cutting. And he has been smoking since he was 6. But he can't Get any illness so he is good. And sorry if there is random capital letters where they are not supposed to be. My fingers hate me soooooo, that's my excuse, so I guess this is so Shard Out! :D
