Okay, I'm posting a day earlier because I may or may not be loosing my internet for a bit, I'm not sure yet so that's why I'm posting. If I don't post for a while, that's why. If that does happen then I'll post a chapter for every day I missed the day my internet comes back on plus one more, so don't worry. Anyway, this chapter's a bit on the short side but that's because I didn't want to end this on a cliff hanger (with the whole internet thing) so I split one chapter into two. So, here's Chapter 2!
I woke up at dawn like usual. I blinked sleepily and stretched, yawning softly. I put my contacts back in and my sharp vision dulled a little. I didn't mind, because it was still amazing.
I took off my bracelet and sorted through the items I had acquired the other day, sorting them in my little hut. Then I emptied my bag and morphed it back into a bracelet before hitting the streets again in search of food.
I went out this early because barely anyone was out and the garbage man hadn't taken out the trash. I risked going back to that apartment building and was about to root through the trash when I saw a note beside a backpack. I crept over to it and picked up the note.
Listen, I know being homeless is hard, I lived on the streets to. But you don't have to be alone, I want to help you. But I also understand pride, and not wanting to accept help from anyone. I packed this bag with supplies I thought you might need, so go ahead and take it, it's yours. Listen, if you ever want help just come find me, my boyfriend lives here so I visit often. If this bag is gone by noon I'll assume you took it. Good luck.
Annabeth
I was about to cry reading her letter, and she carefully printed it to, so it only took a few minutes to read. I looked at the bag and poked it with my toe, like she might have hidden a dangerous animal in it. When nothing moved I knelt and unzipped it, peering inside.
There was an extra pair of clothes, non-perishable food,a canteen, a not broken flashlight, some duct tape and a swiss army knife along with a small notebook and some paper. I pulled that out and wrote thank you on it before ripped the page out and setting it on the ground and pinning it with a rock. I wanted to say a lot more than thank you but I didn't know how to word it. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done (except maybe Harry packing the bag for me).
I turned and headed back to my fort and sorted everything there. Now that that was done I could either study or check on the daughter of Demeter. I went with the second option and I headed out to her house. People were just stirring so I kept on walking, smiling to myself.
Then I got pulled into an alley, a hand clamped over my mouth. I wasn't one to panic and scream, instead I whipped out my fancy new swiss army knife and stabbed backwards at my captor. They just threw me to the side and I went rolling, looking up to see my biology teacher.
"Hey Mr. Fizz." I said with a smile. "You know, if you wanted to talk to me you could have just said hi."
He growled at me and I blinked innocently. "Is there something caught in your throat?"
"Don't play dumb with me." He growled, his voice gravelly. "I don't know what you are but that girl is mine. I haven't tasted demigod in years."
I picked myself up off the ground, dusting myself down and examining the new tear in my sleeve. "I like this jacket." I said, making myself sound cross. "So please try not to ruin it. Anyways, I don't know what kind of animal a 'demi-god' is, but isn't hunting season over?"
He growled at me and I raised my eyebrows at him. "You should get a drink." I said and he glared at me.
"I'll drink on her blood." He hissed at me. "Stay out of my way and find your own prey."
He knew she was a demigod, there was no other explanation. He either must have a good sense of smell . . . or I'd tipped him off. I prefer the first option. Either way I just couldn't pretend she wasn't one anymore.
I pretended to study my nails. "Yeah . . . no." I said, I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I'd advise you to stay out of my way unless you want a one way trip to Tartarus buddy."
He laughed. "Such bold words." He said. "But you cannot live up to them. Now stay out of my way, or else."
He probably meant to sound scary and intimidating but I just yawned. Monsters with big ego's is something I deal with a lot. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Fail me?"
I scooped up my pocket knife and closed it, slipping it into the pocket of my jeans. "Look, I get it. You're hungry, it's in your nature to eat people. But have you ever heard of a vegan diet? I hear tofu burgers taste good."
Mr. Fizz ran at me but I easily sidestepped and tripped him. In an instant I had a dagger in my hand, ready to end it but he wasn't willing to go down without a fight. He roared and backhanded me, sending me flying down the alley and almost rolling onto the street at the other end.
I carefully picked myself up and shook my head at him. "You shouldn't have done that." I said and I waited for him to charge. Waited for him to get halfway down the alley before summoning my bow and aiming at him. He was too big to dodge in this small alley and he knew that, but unfortunately (as I said earlier) he's smart.
Right before I fired he stopped and grabbed a manhole, throwing it at me like a Frisbee. I yelped and flattened myself to the ground as it caught my arrow and he made a hasty retreat into the darkness below.
"Oh no you don't." I growled, running after him and jumping down into the sewer.
I landed lightly on my feet, pulling out another arrow and loading it, using my wolf senses to listen for him in the dark. I started taunting him.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "To afraid to show yourself? Are you afraid of me? And you said I was all talk."
Yeah, some things (like my insults) just never improve.
I crept forwards a bit, not wanting to be a standing target in the light. "Here boy." I called softly. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
This felt like a deadly version of hide and seek. I was almost tempted to let him leave but . . . no. He'd kill her, I had to help her.
But one tip on aggravating a giant monster in a dark sewer: don't. It was never on my bucket list and I never want to experience it again.
The Cyclopes roared and I felt a giant hand smack me in the chest, and I let go of the arrow in shock as I flew backwards and crashed into the wall, hitting the back of my head painfully hard.
I loaded another arrow but now it was pitch black, I saw the light and knew that he was probably in between me and the exit but that was my best shot. I ran forwards silently, my senses on high alert for any noise.
I heard a small whoosh in front of me and I knew he was going to slap me. So I jumped up and flipped over his hand, twisting in midair to shoot an arrow in the direction I thought he was in. He roared in pain so I figured I did my job well.
I hit the ground rolling and I stood up, sprinting to the circle of light. He gave chase so I stopped and crouched low, spinning and sticking my foot out.
Unfortunately he didn't trip over my foot: he stepped on it.
I gritted my teeth to hold in my scream as I fired arrow after arrow at him. He bellowed and staggered away from me and I summoned my throwing knives, biffing one in his direction. He roared in pain and then a giant hand grabbed me, throwing me as hard as it could.
I tried to slow my fall, or stop it, but I was flying to fast. My forehead connected with one of the rungs with a sickening crunch and I collapsed in a heap in the pool of light, my head swimming.
I gasped in pain, to out of breath to scream and clutched the bar, heaving myself to my feet: big mistake. The moment my right leg touched the ground I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming in pain. Broken without a doubt. I used the rungs to turn around and I saw him stalking towards me, bleeding from multiple stabs and arrow wounds. My hand clenched my dagger but I didn't know what one to throw it at.
He chuckled.
"Go to Tartarus." I croaked.
"That's where you're going." He said, a wicked gleam in his eye.
I pulled out the dagger and lunged forwards, trying to stab him but was easily swatted to the side where I rolled into the darkness, but that was my plan. "Epoulo̱thoún." I whispered, touching my head. I poured all of my magic into it but it wasn't fast enough. Still, I lunged at him and stabbed him in the foot, causing him to howl and jerk away from me, buying me a couple more seconds.
I let my senses take over, almost to the point where I became a wolf, and I knew where he was. I pulled out my bow and an arrow, loading it and aiming it at the breathing. Then I fired and I heard the dust hitting the floor as he crumbled. I slumped in exhaustion, my magic fading and the throbbing in my head coming back. I touched my leg and repeated my earlier command and felt my leg begin to heal, but it would probably be days before I could run again.
I passed out in the sewer as my bones mended themselves, spent from my magic.
Chapter 2, so in case you were wondering that was the Greek word for heal off of google translate so if it's not correct . . . oops. Also, I want to thank Stormrunner74 for the review and compliment. :) But also, I wouldn't mind constructive criticism. I'm new at this so help would be appreciated, I'm not saying you have to. Anyway, hopefully I'll keep the internet and post another chapter in four days!
