Disclaimer: None of this is mine, it all belongs to Rickie.

The streets of Los Angeles are a very dangerous place for a person to live. You have to have street smarts, quick on your feet, and witty. Nobody knew that better than me. My name is Aella Marshall, and I am indeed a LA steet rat. I've been living on the streets since my mother died when I was eleven, five years ago. I've never even known my father, but I don't want to. He left my mother when I was young, and she'd been hung up on him until she died.

There are three rules to follow for life on the streets.

Steal from who you can

Show no mercy

Move on before you get attached, to anything.

Be it the scenery, the people, or the food, attachments are distractions.

And that's where I made my first mistake. I first met him a block or two away from Shriners Children Hospital, and that should have been my first clue. The little boy was huddled at the end of a grimy alley, curled up in a shivering ball. And suddenly I thought of how my mother would cry at the scene. I couldn't leave him there, what would mom say? She slowly approached the little boy, making sure her footsteps were heard approaching. The boys head snapped up, and wide grey eyes stared up in panic.

"Hi," I said in a quiet, gentle voice. "I'm Aella, what's your name?" The little boy stared cautiously, the awkward silence stretching over seconds, before he finally replied. "Are you going to take me back?" I gave the boy another gentle look, before replying "Back to who honey?"

He sniffled loudly before practically sobbing, "Him!" He curled into a ball again, sobbing loudly. I heard sirens in the distance, and my instincts kicked in. I sprinted over to the boy and covered his mouth. His eyes widened in shock and his body tensed up, as if preparing for pain. This only made it easier to crawl behind a dumpster, so when the cops drove by we were safely hidden.

When they were gone, I released my grip on the boy and he quickly crawled as far as he could in the tight space. He stared in terror, and I slowly moved closer in an unthreatening manner. "Hey, I can help you escape whoever you're running from." He sniffled again, and stared up at her with hopeful eyes. "Really?" he whispered. "Really."

And thus our bond was born.

Hey Guys, this was bugging me and I HAD to get it out. Hope you like, and yes they're both demigods and OC's.