This is my first fanfiction! Tell me what you think. First, a few things before I start:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, etc., etc. (You know this already), not even the idea, because who knows if someone thought of this before I did. But do ask permission if you'd like to do anything with this :P
Note: I am completely aware about The Heroes of Olympus series. This is based off the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, shortly after it ended.
Okay, enough with the boring stuff, shall I begin?
Chapter 1: Pursuit - (Somewhere in Louisiana after the Titan War)
The soft, wet mud gave a loud squishing noise as sneakers pounded across the surface. The odorous filth splashed up onto torn jean legs, quickly mixing with the falling drizzle. A heavy panting came from the boy running through the swampy land. Running… running from something.
His dark hair whipped around, dangling over his sea-green eyes, obscuring his vision in the already misty air. He dared to glance back at the creature stalking him. The pitch-black monster was hardly visible in the foliage and shadow from the overcast. But it was distinctly there, pursuing the boy on its four muscular legs. The beast was at least the size of a mini-van.
Looking down at his orange camp shirt, the young man saw the grime and tears the chase left. He was going to need new clothes when he returned home to New York. Well, home isn't exactly the right word, since it was a camp, but he still spent most of his time there.
He stopped in his tracks. What was he doing running, when he was basically invincible to this thing? Swack! A strong whip of the tail and a thud on a nearby tree answered that question. Though it can't kill him, it still hurt like crazy when he got hit. He struggled up, and summoned the strength to fight back.
Yes, he was a Half-Blood, child of a mortal and a god. Yes, he lived at the camp for these "special" children, Camp Half-Blood. And yes, he is Percy Jackson, the hero that basically saved the world a couple of months earlier, from complete destruction from the Titans. So what was he doing, getting tossed around by a simple Hell Hound? Thing is, after the war and a dip in the River Styx, his body wasn't actually used to the whole, immortality thing. So, once in a while, he would feel weak, limp, stiff, or body parts just didn't listen. Chiron assured him it would wear off soon. Unluckily, this was one of those times.
The brooding Hell Hound closed in on Percy's slumped figure by the tree. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't follow. Of course, he couldn't die, but that didn't stop the fear sinking in. The canine, with one swift move, peeled opened it's jaws that was filled with jagged teeth and lunged forward to sink them in.
So, reviews, constructive criticism, critiques, suggestions, or whatever are always welcome. I love finding ways to improve my writing, new things to add to stories, or just friendly comments. I also finished Chapter 2 for those who would actually like to read on. Enjoy! (By the way, sorry if it's a bit short!)
NOTE: Don't wanna force anyone, but if I don't get that many reviews for this, I might just stop it... or at least put it on hiatus.