My breath escapes my body, lungs burning, thighs aching. I've been running for what seems like hours now, and the corner of my vision fades out to black. But I can't stop now, not yet, not yet. We're so close, so close to our salvation, our garden of Eden. Camp Half-Blood. But this sprint towards the hill is like a 50k through mud and fire. The rain doesn't help, pouring down, down, down, soaking me to the bone. Neither do the monsters. Honestly, they're such a nuisance, spitting fire and acid at us, waving their puny swords in the air. Couldn't they go bother somebody else? The worst is this big bull guy, mooing like the cow he his, picking up other monsters and throwing them at us.
My eyes roll as I hear him throw another freaking shadow-dog thing at us. I grab her hand and pull her sharply to the left, out of the splash zone for where that thing will end. She smiles at me, her sky-blue eyes filled with humor as we serpentine in our sprint, her Chestnut hair floating behind her like a cape. I smile back at her, my light, my hero, my everything. Honestly, without Clem here by my side, I would have killed myself long ago.
I hold her hand, feeling her fatigue as we near le Camp. She's a hard-core sprinter, always dashing ahead of me in short distance runs while I'm the endurance guy, able to keep a running pace for several miles. Just above a jog, yet slightly below a sprint. She just about dying right now, we've been running for at least 20 minutes straight. I've still got a ton of gas left in the tank and I'm prepared to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way if I have to. Why? Because I'm a gentleman, that's why!
Suddenly a shadow-dog thing materializes in front of us, charging for Clem. Releasing her hand, I pull the short silver swords strapped to lower back out of their sheaths, one in each hand. Grinning, I take a breath from my stomach and let out a (hopefully) bellowing war cry. It works, the dogs motions growing slower, his eyes less sure as to whether or not it's worth the risk to attack me. He decides not, but a moment too late. I pick up my pace to full dash and swing my right-hand sword across his stomach and my left-hand sword across his chest. One last howl… then melting into shadow.
I turn to see Clem struggling to continue, a snake thing right on her heels. I growl and turn to help her, sheathing my swords and pulling the bow off my back, notching an arrow as I do. I don't even aim, pulling back the string and letting the shaft of wood fly. Bam. Right through the eye. It screeches and dissolves into a pile of dust, the net and trident in its hand dissolving with it. Clem smiles at me, aiming the crossbow in her hand at my head. I quickly read her facial message and duck, just in time. A snake thing was hanging over my head, teeth ready to gobble me up. Its plans were ruined by the bolt sticking out of its forehead. Another screech, another monster dissolving to dust, and still more to fight.
Story of my life.
Her sea-green eyes are filled with humor as I quickly pick myself off the ground, bow still in hand, my white blonde hair all over the place. She laughs before we swiftly continue our running, the sound of mooing close behind us.
"I totally had that!" I shout above the yelps of another shadow-dog-thing (I really should give it a nickname) being thrown at us. Clem grabs my hand this time, pulling me to the right. She's smiling, just melting my heart. God this woman drives me crazy.
"I'm sure you did!" She replies, gaining speed with me as we reach the base of the hill. Less than 50 meters…
Suddenly the ground shook as though an earthquake was occurring. I glance up and…
HOLY SHIT THAT COW BULL THING IS FLYING! Well, not really. More like he jumped like he's the freaking Hulk. Still uber cool. I'm totally jealous.
He (assuming gender since he looks like a bull, which are male) lands in front of us, the shock wave sending us sprawled on the ground. I look up to see a mass of muscle and fur at least twice as big as the biggest WWE guy I can think of ( Andre the Giant. Lord he was big). His head is definitely that of a bull's, though there's something wrong. Ohhh… he's missing a horn. Poor guy, his head is lopsided. I'll fix that for him.
Welcome to my story! Thanks to all who read! This is my first Percy Jackson and The Olympians fanfic so please: light up the comments section. Praises, hate, suggestions, I accept it all.
For all those reading Out of the Frying Pan, I will continue to update. Just going through a bit of writers block at the mo.
This is an OC story, though it includes POVs from many different characters including my own characters, Percy, Leo, and inanimate objects! (#Rockyforlife)
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