Shit, shit, fucking shit.

Most of Benny's inner monologue at the moment was filled with words that would cause grandmothers to blush. That and I didn't sign up for this.

His cloven hooves clattered against the linoleum floor, joined by the erratic patter of the girl whom he towed behind him. Her hand was sweaty, and her breathing light and panicked. She was completely terrified.

Fuck, he was terrified. He was not expecting this. He was expecting a simple job; the job explanation listed a particularly strong kid of maybe Ares, or Apollo. However, Ares and Apollo kids didn't attract this kind of monster, the kind that made his knees go weak just by looking at its dark silhouette. He hadn't exactly gotten the chance to look at it. Actually, he avoided looking at it completely.

Looking at it would take away all hope of escape.

Not that he had any.

….

THREE DAYS LATER

….

"Jesus fucking Zeus," Alec muttered.

"That's a new one," Eva snickered, toeing the pool of dried blood with the toe of her shoe. She squatted on her heels, scratching at a plastered tuft of fur with her pinky fingernail. "What do you think it was?"

Alec scanned the scene. He would have considered it a warzone, but it compared better to the ending of Cabin of the Woods where all the monsters lost their shit and send tidal waves of blood flowing through the building. That was a good movie, though this looked like it was right out of that movie. "No fucking clue. Whoever the scout and the kid were had no chance whatsoever. The caliber of monster must've been insane."

Eva checked her phone. A strand of dark hair fell across her face, and she blew it away with a puff. "Chiron says it was Ben, that one satyr with the shaved head, you know? And the kid was Erin Stevens, age 11. Parentage unknown. I am also currently stalking her Insta." Her face fell. "Oh. She was pretty."

"Didn't know either of them," Alec said quietly. He decided to change the subject. " Wonder what the Mist is going to make of this." The Mist was responsible for basically covering everyone's asses by causing the mortals to see something completely unrelated to whatever demigod shenanigans were going on.

"School shooting probably," Eva said dismissively, putting her phone back in her pocket. "That's what they all say nowadays. Haven't you watched the news lately? They've been all over the place lately."

"Nah. I've been too busy working on recovering dead bodies, haven't you?" He stared at the dark, vaguely human shapes lying at the end of the hall, where the blood turned darkest. He hated this job sometimes. It was fucking depressing, going after the bodies of those who had fallen in battle, or failed to escape, or otherwise. Yet someone had to do it. He snuck a glance at Eva. Her face was pale as always, but still as a stone. Gore had never bothered her- he knew all about her history- or him, for that matter. Which pretty much shoved them into being perfect candidates for the job. Someone had to do it. It was just that no one really wanted to.

"Of course, bro. Third time this week," she answered, pulling a long black bag out her pack, along with a white plastic suit. She tossed the suit to him, which he caught with a crinkle. The suits seemed way too clean considering where they were. He always wondered why they never came in black.

"More kids, more monsters," Alec mumbled, struggling to fit his shoes into the feet of the suit.

"That's not it." Eva pulled on her gloves, flexing her fingers wide. "The monster usually fits the kid, right? Hestias get hellhounds or something or other. Areses usually get harpies. Big Threes get… shit like this, that's basically impossible to survive unless you have a fuckton of help. The patterns usually don't fail."

"Oh?" Alec laughed. "A monster's a monster, I always thought."

Eva's face fell. "No. They're not."

Alec stared at her. Her face was grave, different from her usual I don't really care about you fucking fucks face. He had been on recovery with her for a while now, and most of the time she kept a light attitude, as it was pretty much necessary for the job. Yet now she was quite serious. "You're saying this is- was- a Big Three kid?"

She bit her lip. "I'm sure of it. I've already talked to Chiron about it. He's looking into it."

Alec raised his eyebrows. "Shit. This could be Percy Jackson's little sister or something."

She groaned. "Don't talk about that little shit," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm so sick of him." She ran a gloved hand through her hair, and stood for a moment, thinking.

Alec shuffled his feet, and gestured to the shapes at the end of the hall. "You want the arms?"

She snapped out of it and scrunched her nose. "Oh, fuck no. Gimme the feet. Last time I couldn't get the smell off for ages."

…

So that was kind of an intro to this story idea I had, I guess. When will I update? I don't know. You can't tell me what to do.

Tell me what you think and all that stuff. I used to be a writer on here before I abandoned (if you guys want to try and guess who I was if any of you remember, I had a pretty popular SYOC fic) and for some reason I felt like writing again, so here you go. Don't be surprised if it happens again, as I do have a life sometimes out of the internet, but enjoy it while it lasts.

I do enjoy feedback and stuff, so do your thing. As I mentioned, I did do some SYOC fics, so if you'd like to send me a character, I will be in need of half-bloods. Just give me a general but detailed outline and stuff, and remember that not everyone has a super tragic backstory.

So send me feedback, review, and send me characters! I'll let you know if I use them or not.

Thanks!

(Also, if you haven't noticed already, I have a filty mouth. If you're offended by that, you can be, I don't give a shit, but get fucking used to it because you're going to hear a lot of it when you grow up, kiddies.)