Fortunately, this monster was apparently, passive.
An amphisbaena. Collin had learned its name from the Camp Half-Blood, Snakes lesson. It had threaded it's serpent body through a rich business suit so that two snaky heads could pop through the collar. Colored green, it looked very passive. Kind of like an old businessman. But, just like businessmen, this thing could not be trusted to stay passive.
As soon as Collin found that he had teleported right above the snake's head, he tried running but to no avail. He sunk straight down, landing on the amphisbaena's head with his butt.
The creature lost balance and fell, spilling dollar bills over the concrete walkway.
Collin took out his sword only to realize that his sword was missing. When he glanced up, the sheath was stuck on a ledge of the building that was Brooklyn House. Much to far up for him to jump up. He could climb the building and get it back later.
Fist fight time.
The Camp Half-Blood instructors had given him some basic punching information. Keep balance while throwing a hit, never fight a monster with your fists only, et cetera. He had never payed attention to much of those things before now but he would have to use them.
He'd never expected to have to fist fight a monster but he was willing too for his life. The monster got up. Collin prepared for some nasty poison to be spit out at him.
Instead, the amphisbaena looked around, surprised and exclaimed, "Brooklyn? My wife's going to kill me!"
The creature bent down and tried recovering his money but the wind scattered most of them.
The snake monster stared at Collin accusingly. "Don't run into people again, young man. You've ruined my show!"
Collin didn't really care about this creature's show but if it prevented the monster from poisoning him, he'd steal a car for the snake. Priorities first though.
He climbed up the ledges of the factory building and recovered his sword.
"Look. Where's this show? I can drive you there," he offered the snake.
Collin walked towards the nearest car, a black Mercedes and smashed the windows with his arm. Then, he plunged into the driver's seat.
"That was my car! I hope you have allowance, young man," the creature said. It got into the vehicle.
"Where's this show of yours?" He asked the snake.
"Manhattan. The Tower of Nero to be specific."
"Nero..." Collin said. Nero had been a Roman emperor a few millennia ago. But the name was obviously just a random company's name now.
"Address?"
The amphisbaena told him the location.
Collin started the car using a piece of iron junk he'd found and the engine gave a strong rumbling noise. Travis Stoll had taught him some tricks. The open window made the car's internal machinery very loud to it's passengers. It sounded like the car would explode if it moved.
"Travis Stoll, you either killed me or saved me."
The car started moving, albeit seemingly much slower than the car's machinery made it to be.
Quickly, Collin and his snake friend were driving through Manhattan, navigating the congested streets. Not only was the road congested, hot dog sellers yelled at them to stop over and buy a warm, fresh hotdog. A girl in red sneakers, yellow tights, and a green dress played with people who looked like mugglers.
A quarter of the way to Nero's tower, the snake creature seemed to come to a realization. Collin saw the ugly face it was making and promptly and instinctively punched the monster and drew his sword with the other hand.
"Lay one hand on me and the cops'll be here in three seconds."
Collin slashed sideways, accidentally breaking the front window and dissolving the amphisbaena into golden dust. Outside, no police cars had been mobilized just yet. But they could bring Collin to the side if they realized how young he was.
He clamped his foot as hard as he could on the gas pedal, breaking the 100 miles per hour mark and weaving past cars. It was a dangerous endeavor but not as dangerous as fighting off police officers. Pedestrians and traffic alike yelled at him, cursed him, and threw their hotdogs at him as he went ahead, breaking several New York laws.
It seemed like he was unstoppable.
A siren began noisily approaching him, the sound of an incoming cop. When he looked out the broken side windows, he saw an officer with a megaphone, yelling at him to park his car. When the officer realized how young he was, the cop called into a radio.
Collin turned back to the front window only to now hear gunshots screaming at him. A loud Pang! was heard outside, possibly a bullet hitting the car. Another Pang! came and this time, it hit the back window, cracking the glass and letting the bullet land five inches away from Collin's right hand.
Ahead of him, he heard more sirens. If he continued on his current path, he'd be stopped.
Collin was trapped between being arrested on the sidewalk once he stopped or getting shot by a gun from a cop for a minor offense.
He chose a third solution. Recklessly, he pivoted as far left as he could, feinting a turn left. The police car followed his direction. Then, he quickly fired up the engine again and turned right, going on the sidewalk and toppling a hotdog stand as the police car ran down the road he had turned left on.
Only a temporary solution.
He needed to get out of New York City as soon as possible. Supposedly, Olympus was at the top of the Empire State Building. Apparently, that didn't mean New York was a safe spot for demigods.
While he was running down New York roads, he remembered a memory of Camden.
Camden had just been expelled from the school he and Collin had been attending. At that time, Camden had been 11 and Collin was 8. Camden had reassured Collin that the principal didn't intend on expelling Collin but that wasn't why Collin was crying. His brother had been the one who helped him through the nightmare that was school. He'd taught Colin how to write the few words he knew even though both of them were dyslexic. How could he go on without Camden?
Collin was shook out of his memory. Dwelling in the past wouldn't be useful now. Focusing on the present and solving the problem was the best way to get rid of said problem.
His car was now slowing down. When Collin glanced at the gas-o-meter, the indicator told him the engine had barely a dozen miles of fuel left. He pulled down the gas pedal but he wasn't sure if that would actually conserve fuel as his father had told him.
His father. He hadn't thought about him in years. The last Collin had ever seen of him was in Chicago when he left them to rot on the streets. He was the reason Collin and Camden had been forced to, bit by bit, make their way to Camp Half-Blood. No monsters had attacked Collin's family while he was there but his father had thrown them out anyway.
Fortunately, the car ran out of fuel just as soon as he came to a stop on the west side of the Hudson River. That meant, he was in Newark now.