Chapter 2

Violet and I looked at one another, fear reflected in our faces. A sudden movement made us both jump; black, blonde, and a small hint of silver flashed in the door's window. We yelped as we saw the point of a sword and an arrowhead by the door. Yes, I said sword. An arrowhead wasn't a big deal, since a few people hunt with them, but a sword was a different matter entirely. The sword flashed in and out of the doorframe as roar after roar was heard, plus the sound of a horse or two. The doorknob started twitching, until the lock finally twisted. In the doorway stood something that I would consider to be a monster.

"Clio, what are you doing here," Violet demanded. I took a good look at Clio, wondering the same thing. As I looked at her, I realized that she was dressed like she was about to charge into a battle. She had on a silver breastplate, with chainmail cascading off of it. As the chainmail reached her stomach, it split in half, like a curtain just beginning to open during a performance. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun, the blonde over the black hair. She was wearing jeans with silvery bronze metal covering her knees, thighs, and shins to guard any weak location in her legs. Combat boots were on her feet, which was like the only normal thing she was wearing. She had a bow and a quiver full of arrows over her shoulder, which seemed as if it was the only normal weapon she had. She also had a sword and whip. The sword was normal metal and seemed as if it had no special qualities. Her whip, well that was different. It was made of some foreign leather hide, and some parts were clear enough to see the lava swirling like a cloud on the inside. Barbwire was wound tightly around it, and blue flames erupted from the grip of the whip, skirted around the edges, and flickered at the tip. The flames, though, only appeared after she properly equipped the whip so they would not burn her.

"I'm here to get you. Unless of course, you want your sorry behinds killed and disposed of." As I heard her say those words, I ran to my dresser to pack the small amount of things that I had. I didn't know if my fabulous mother and her abusive boyfriend escaped prison and were here to finish Violet and me off because I had survived or something, but I really did not want to find out. Vi sat there and demanded for answers, but Clio acted as if she was a pesky mosquito buzzing in her ear. She then stopped asking pointless, unanswered questions long enough to realize I was packing anything that I could get my hands on. She quickly rushed over and started packing her things as well, as close to finding out the actual threat as I was. Clio was barking at us to hurry, acting as if she was the leader of a very strict, very successful military camp or something. As we finished packing everything, Clio rushed us outside, as if we were safer where the threat was. Shuffling us down the hall without us seeing exactly what we were fighting was her plan, but it didn't...well… ya know… work.

"What are those things," Violet and I simultaneously questioned. What I saw before me was the weirdest collection of creatures that I had ever seen. There was a creature that had the head of a lion, the middle and hooves of a goat, and a diamond-back rattler as a tail, one or two snake like creatures; hydras; that had so many heads, if I would have stopped to count them, I would be screwed, and eight unicorns. Yeah, I said unicorns. You may be thinking of pink, sparkly horses with a pearly horn and a musical neigh, but that is definitely not the case. They were black as night, and looked deadly if you even touched them. Their eyes were as if molten lava were swirling around in the irises. I wouldn't be shocked if it was, though. Their hooves were not exactly… hooves. It was shaped like one, but it was spiked, and sharp. When I say sharp, I mean sharp. (A/n: I use italics a lot, don't I?) Their horn was definitely not pearly, unless you count mercury silver with dried blood and the presence of their previous battles emitting from it pearly. I, for one, don't. Their teeth were sharp, as if someone buried freshly sharpened knives in their gums. Their tails were deep blue, like insanely deep blue, and it was matted with the blood and flesh of previous killed victims.

"Gross," Violet commented as she had seen the 'unicorns', "I thought unicorns were supposed to be all happy, sparkly, and…well… everything that I hate."

"As did I," I commented.

"Keep moving!" Clio shouted in our ears. It was too late though, because the monsters finally caught up to us. As Clio took out her sword, she cried a battle cry. I, though, screamed a scream of terror. She told me to run to the gym, and to keep Violet alive with my fish powers. What ever that meant. Then, she said a couple of curse words, told me I was so going to die, mentioned a dude named "Chiron" mixed in with almost every bad insult that was possible, and of course, took off; leaving Violet and I all alone with the sound of metal clanging together in the distance. I heard a horse neigh, and I looked at Violet. For once, she looked surprised because a hint of fear was in her eyes. I took Clio's orders, and ran to the gym. Now, the only reason I listened to the girl who picked and hurt me was that I felt that if we wanted to live, we were going to live under Clio's plans.

When I saw the black and yellow striped gym, I ran inside with Vi. "Ugh, what is happening? I can't run anymore." She said, heavily breathing.

"I know, I don't-" and that's when I heard an ear piercing scream that seemed similar to Clio's voice. It surprised us, and so we took and deep breath and starting running as fast as we could back towards the halls. We ran straight, whipped around the corner, took another left, and came up towards my dorm room. She was nowhere to be seen but racket down the hall told us that she wasn't that far away. We ran straight, me looking at Violet. Her curly brown hair whipped around her face, as if wisps of wind wrapped its tendons through her hair. She seemed somewhat determined to save Clio even though she was so horrible to us.

We ran straight into blackness when we came up to the battle. There, on the ground, was a crumpled looking Clio. I took a deep breath, and ran over in surprise saying, "Clio…" Violet looked just as surprised.

When we got to her, a voice said, "Get away from her!" We backed up quickly away the voice and the person on the ground struggled to move.

"Help… Alex…. Please…." I looked at the shadow standing up, and she gave me an angry look. Right then and there, I knew that the girl standing up was definitely Clio.

"Get out of here, fish." She mumbled.

"No, help Alex! She is going to kill you! She- she is going to take my life then yours! Help me up, and we can escape together! Y-you can be my adopted daughter, Alex." I stepped forward, and squinted in the dark light.

"Shut up, you! Fish, take a look at what she is, ignore the mist!" Violet stood by Clio, and looked at the shadow trying to make it out. But, I had a feeling she already knew. Her bright violet eyes were always different, and not just because of the color. Her eyes could detect the smallest amount of light and collect it, letting it capture the sight as if you were looking at something in broad daylight. As she caught on to who was located on the floor, she gasped in recognition and shock.

"The what? Who is that?" I asked. Clio raised her hand and a bright light shone throughout the hallway. What I saw on the floor made my body go numb and my heart stop. The breath caught in my throat as I stared in horror at what I was seeing. On the ground, with a deep crimson red scratch across her neck, was my favorite teacher, Mrs. Granger.

~~~~~~~~THIS IS EDITED RECENTLY 5-24-12~~~~~~~~

Dun, dun, dunnnnnn! Yea, I know it was short, but I really needed an update. Tell me what you think. Remember, I am not a middle aged guy living in Texas with a wife and two kids (at least I think it was two… being his friend on facebook lets you learn some things... and so does poptropica… something on there has a whole short story on the time he had some pet rats…) so I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians!