A/N: Alright, I give. Three reviews is good enough for chapter four. Also, iluvpencils got after me for not doing this earlier, so: I don't own Percy Jackson and The Olympians, or any creature in this story. The only thing I do own is Alexander Summers. And I own something that will be introduced in the next chapter, something that Alex will use for his weapons that will make him unique among the demigods.

Mystery Boy:

The Alexander Chronicles

Part IV: Night of Terror

I stayed on the bus until Metropolitan Avenue in Queens, in between two cemeteries. I wasn't even off the bus five minutes before I was plucked off the road and into the air by, wouldn't you know it, a Fury. "Alright, who are you?" I asked.

"I'm an Erinyes, as if you didn't know." Her voice could only be described as hideous.

"Clearly, but which one?"

"Megaera, servant of Hades. Now, where is it?" By now, she had carried me to Forest Park and dropped me in a tree.

"I don't know what you're talking about! What are you looking for, and what makes you think I have it?"

"Tisiphone, help him remember." It was only now that I noticed that I had attracted two of the Furies. I knew I was in trouble now. I started wondering where Alecto was, but then I realized that Alecto was probably the true name of Ms. Dodds. As time seemed to slow down around me, I realized that Tisiphone was flying at me, clearly bent on torturing me until I gave them the information they wanted. Taking the only sane option I had, I waited till the last second, and jumped onto Tisi and held on for dear life. I grabbed her by the ears, straddling her like a horse, and using her ears like reins, slammed her into Meg and then guided her to the Aqueduct Racetrack. When we hit, we hit hard, but we got up quickly; and when I noticed that her wing was hurt, I leaped back on her, and using a surge of strength I felt flowing in my veins, snapped her neck. Seconds later, she burst into a cloud of sulfur, while Megaera flew off, probably to report back to Hades.

A word before you meet my mom and her current boyfriend. He is a drunk, junkie, chain-smoking gambler that can't even hold a day job. I never bothered to learn his name and just call him The Mess. My mom on the other hand, is unique, even among the others like me. She's where I get my eternal optimism from, and once you hear her story you'll understand. Her parents were an Orthodox Jewess and a Methodist preacher's kid that were disinherited when they were married, and then they disinherited her when they found out that she was pregnant with me out of wedlock, when she was 19. Then she went through a succession of boyfriends after she gave birth to me, each one worse than the last, with one exception, Dr. Charles Egan. The one time I thought she would get married, he ran off within 48 hours of proposing. That was seven years ago, and we haven't heard from him since. He was the only one that I liked, but it was soon after he left that Mom started dating men that she picked up off the street, eventually culminating in The Mess.

When I arrived at my Forest Hills home, I was immediately grabbed by The Mess, clearly on one of his dozen or so drugs, and demanded that I fork over what little money I had left from school, so I handed over what little money I had left as most of it fell out of my pocket fighting and riding Tisi and ran for my room. I had just started to calm down from the events of the past few hours, when my mom came into the room. Unfortunately for me, mom was very observant and I hadn't been able to change clothes or hide the scent of sulfur, so she immediately knew something had happened. "Alex, what's going on? What's with the sulfur dust on your clothes?"

"It's nothing Mom."

"Alexander Summers. Tell me what happened." I knew that when she used my full name, and in that tone, I had to answer. So, I told her everything, starting with Alecto's attack on Percy to Tisiphone's death. I could tell that the events of the past month had her freaked. "Alex. Get some stuff together. We're going on a short trip."

"Mom, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you when we get there." I decided to take her at her word and packed a few changes of clothes and my two favorite presents from Dr. Egan. I threw my bag into the car just as my mom started our car. Figuring it would be a few hours before we got to wherever we were going, I decided to take a short nap.

On the trip, I had a vivid dream. I was standing on the beach, where three men were fighting. They looked like brothers, dressed in the tunics of the Ancient Greeks. The first was dressed in a tunic the color of a storm cloud and wore a large crown. The second wore a tunic as blue as the sea and wore a smaller crown that looked like it was made of coral. The third man wore a tunic as black as coal, was as pale as death, and wore a crown that was the same size as the second man and was covered in gems. The first and third men were both demanding, "Give it back! Give it back!" As I looked around I noticed a scythe standing in the shadows, applauding. The scythe spoke in a voice that was powerful, ancient, and dangerous. It said, "Yes, fight! Fight until one has won! Fight, and I shall be the ultimate victor!" Then I noticed someone was standing in the shadows, at the base of the scythe. I could almost see him, when . . .

I woke up to the sound of my mom saying, "Alex, it's time." I sat up, and nodded, letting her know that I was listening. "You know the Greek myths? Well, they're not myths. Every story actually happened. And the Olympians are real, and one of them is your father."

"What? What happened to our faith? What happened to believing in Adonai?" Mom had taught me the faith of her parents since the cradle, teaching me to believe in the God of Israel, and that Yeshua was the Messiah we had been looking forward to for four thousand years.

"Nothing has changed. Think of the Olympians like this: they are gods, but only in the way that Superman or Star Trek's Q are gods, they are nearly immortal, and have powers beyond those of mortal men. They aren't even as powerful as angels. Now, your father is . . ." She would have continued, except for the fact that something landed on the hood of the car, driving us off the road. "Alex! Get out of the car now!" I jumped out as quickly as possible, only slowing to grab my bag.

I looked around and noticed two creatures nearby. The first was one that I wasn't surprised to see, Meg. But she had brought a friend that I recognized, but I knew that was not from any Greek myth, er, history. This monster had the body of a jaguar, the wings of a condor, and the head of a giant snake. "Alex!" I turned from the monster towards my mom. "Listen! You see the lone pine on the top of that hill?" She pointed towards a hill that had only one tree on it, a pine that could have passed for the giant Times Square Christmas tree. "Get to the top of the hill and you'll be safe!" I got ready to run when she grabbed my arm and said, "Alex, your father. Know that he is the reason I named you Alexander."

As I turned to run towards the hill, I saw the monster dive towards me. It just missed me, but instead of turning around for another pass, it pounced on my mom, and bit her, the 18-inch long fangs passing straight through her lungs. I screamed and charged for Meg, who was making her own pass at me. I grabbed her head and broke her neck as easily as I would a twig. I then jumped on the back of the monster, grabbed it by the fangs, and flew it towards the hill. As I was riding the beast, I felt a change occurring inside me. It wasn't the thrill of flight, or the sadness of my mother's death. It wasn't the change I knew happened in my eyes, the change of color from the blue that matched the sky so perfectly that you couldn't tell where the pupil ended and the white began- to the black of the worst storm cloud. No, it was the power that coursed through me as some small part of me realized who my father was, a power that demanded release. Without knowing how I did it, I grabbed the neck of the beast, and released the energy, which coursed through the beast, killing it.

It crashed into the ground just beyond the pine tree, and it slid down the hill all the way to the base, where a large group of people had gathered. Three stood out from the rest, two girls and one boy. The first girl was a beautiful blonde with grey eyes who appeared to be my age. The second girl was unattractive at best and mean looking and a couple of years older than me or the blonde, she actually reminded me a little of Nancy Bobofit. The boy was also unattractive (not that I'm like that, mind you) and huge. They were the last things I saw before I collapsed, exhausted from the release of energy that had killed the beast.

While I was unconscious, I heard a beautiful voice say, "Chiron, what do we do with him?" I knew it had to belong to the blonde.

"Take him to the Big House. We'll see what happens after that." I could have sworn that Mr. Brunner had said that.

"And what about his mom? We saw that thing kill her just outside the camp." Hmm, he sounds nice.

"Bury her by Thalia's Tree. As for the creature, put it near the kitchen. Hopefully Alex will be able to tell us what it is."

"Ahh, you mean we can't use it for target practice? And what do we do about the teeth he has?" Ugh, she sounds as mean as she looks.

"Sorry, Clarisse. But the beast will not be used by Ares to slice to pieces, we need to study it. As for the teeth, Alex earned them the hard way. Annabeth, take the teeth out of his hands and put them in his bag. We'll let him decide what to do with them when he wakes up." With that, I felt someone pick me up, carry me a short distance, and place me on a bed. After that, I heard no more.

A/N: Well, that's chapter 4. The beast's name and origin will be revealed next chapter. And I welcome guesses as to who Alex's dad is, but I won't tell you if you're right. IF someone does guess right, I will say so, I just won't name who. Also, if someone has a half-blood or monster that they'd like me to add, please let me know and I'll try to work them in. And the monsters don't have to be Greek.