The Day I Accidentally Stabbed Someone

Now now now, I know what you're thinking. "How do you accidentally stab someone?" Well, to be fair, it's not that hard when you're fighting a bunch of tiny bull-headed infants and some random dude decides to walk in front of a person holding 2 kitchen knives.

"Why the hell is this person stabbing infants with kitchen knives?" To that I say, how the hell do you expect me to kill the infants that are trying to kill me without dying myself?

"Why the hell are the infants trying to-"

Shut up.

Anyways.

So my day was pretty normal. At least for me. Wake up, grab some food to indulge, and leave for school. On the way to school, try not to get killed by bull-headed infants, hide the blood on my hands and clothes from my classmates, zone out in school, maybe fight some more on the way back and walk home.

The usual.

Today, RNGesus wasn't so kind.

I did the normal stuff. Today's breakfast was grain soup (or as the "cool" kids call it, cereal). Once I finished with that, I dramatically opened the door and said, "Good morning, time to start the day" in a tone that did not fit the words I just said.

I swear I could hear my mom uttering "Theatre kids" on my way out.

Not even a goodbye. Fun.

Hey, it's not my fault I spend all of my time listening to random musicals instead of being productive. It just comes to me naturally to listen to and make music. It just feels right.

Anyways, on my way to school, I didn't encounter much, thank god. It's not easy to run into the school with blood on your hands.

School was boring. Like usual. If it wasn't, my life would be in utter disarray.

The only notable thing that happened was the new kid, Jeremy. I had a silent laugh when attendance was called.

"Jeremy?"
"Here!"

Being a loner, I didn't really have any friends. That's what being a loner means. Don't get me wrong - I was perfectly fine with being alone most of the time. I didn't really need human interaction to stay alive. But considering how Jeremy had the name of the main character of one of the 29 musicals I listen to, I decided to take a shot and get on good terms with him.

After school had ended, I approached Jeremy. I don't know why, but I have a knack for noticing small details. For example, when he reached to take off his blue baseball cap, he hesitated and decided to keep it on. The way he walked was kind of… I don't know, off. It looked like his feet were refusing to bend, and he tripped often because of his lack of balance.

To him, I said "Elo."

He looked surprised that someone had actually approached him. "Oh, hello," he said.

Now what do I say?
We both kind of just looked at each other, standing awkwardly. Desperate for an excuse to break this intense eye contact, I pretended to check a text on my phone.

Jeremy, for some reason, looked at my phone in horror.

He made the first move. "What's up?" he said, kind of nervously.

"I was just gonna, y'know, try to introduce myself to you, and, uh,"

If I had to rank my great introduction, I think that deserves a number 1 on the leaderboard.

"Oh! Well, that's kind of you, I guess."
More awkward staring.

"So, my name is Jeremy, what about, uh, yours?" he let out a nervous laugh that sounded like a goat bleat.

"Avery," I said simply.

Even more awkward staring.

"Well this isn't awkward at all," I said sarcastically.

"Actually, I think it is very awkward," he said.

Dude.

A ping from my phone diverted my attention back to it. It was my mom. She said,

"Come home. Now. We need to talk."
A happy end to a happy conversation.

"Well, I need to go. My mom's calling me," I told Jeremy.

"Oh! Well, see you tomorrow, I guess."

"See ya," excluding the fact that today was Friday and, thank god, there was no school tomorrow.

On my way home, I made a silent prayer. Please, let there be no monsters.
And of course, just as I say that, monsters appear.

These were different monsters from the ones I faced before. Instead of the big burly ones who scream way too much, there were about 5, 6 small bull headed monsters who probably couldn't touch my knee. But the axes they carried could and probably would touch my knee as well as some other, more vital places such as my neck.

Sighing, I reached for my knives, only to remember I put them in my bag.

Well, that's slightly unfortunate. Probably more than slightly, but whatever. Now I had to find an opening to open my bag and look for my knives, if I even had them on me.

One of the bull-headed things, by the looks of it, the leader of the pack, charged forward, swinging their huge axe with barely any control. Being caught off guard, I barely dodged the swing, but my bag wasn't so lucky. Some of the contents spilled onto the floor, such as my binders, pencil case and (thank the GODS) my knives.

I lunged for the 2 kitchen knives that lay on the floor and barely managed to pick them up and dodge another swing.

By now, the other bull-things started to look impatient and decided to join in on the fray. Well, that was no fun. It was a 5 on 1. They had speed and weapon mass on their side. As for me? Well, nothing probably.

Without warning, 3 of them charged at me at once. Well, obviously I would have to dodge the axe blows, otherwise my head would've hit the ground, attached or not to my body.

I'd like to say I was like that Keanu Reeves guy in the Matrix, dodging and weaving through all of the axe swings. In truth, I probably looked like I was caught in a net and thrashing to get out.

Miraculously, I managed to not get hit. That's when I heard some voices behind me.

There were 2 guys, non-monsters by the looks of it, shooting me looks like "Have you lost your mind?"

To be fair, I was kind of dancing around with 2 kitchen knives.

I'm not sure why they weren't focusing their attention on the bull-babies with 10 pound axes behind me, about to kill everyone and thing around them.

Speaking of which, I probably should've focused my attention to said bull-babies too. All I heard was a little scream, and when I turned around, I saw that one of the bull-babies had thrown their axe.

I didn't have time to react. Well, I had plenty, but let's not dwell on that fact.

Hey, give me some leeway. You probably would've froze if you saw a bull head throw a spinning axe coming for your head.

Unmiraculously (is that a word?) instead of being hit by the comparably-less painful handle, I got hit on my arm by the comparably-more painful axe head.

Ow.

Probably a lot more ows than just one.

Well now, I was probably about to bleed to death from the pretty nasty looking wound on my arm.

So I tried to make my last stand against the monsters, because right now, I was in no condition to run.

But for some reason, the 2 guys walked in between me and the bull things just as I threw one of my knives.

I watched in horror as the knife sailed through the air and landed right above his knee.

More oops.

Ok ok ok, let's pause here and take a look around our surroundings. In front of us, we have a guy screaming about a knife implanted into his thigh, and 6 (oh god where'd the 6th come from) bull-headed infant things carrying axes. Behind us, we attracted a crowd because they probably think I'm a child murderer and the screaming guy's buddy is holding a phone, probably calling the police to throw me into jail or something. Did I forget to mention that my arm wound is probably gonna get infected?

Just another terrible day.

So I did the only logical thing someone would do in this situation.

I ran.

No, not the country, the action. Well, it wasn't much of a sprint, more of a stumble cuz I was kinda bleeding, probably to death.

But I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.

I didn't have a specific location in mind, but when I finally stopped running, my watch told me I've been running for almost 40 minutes.

A wave of grief washed over me. I was probably going to be a convicted criminal, because for some reason, the crowd didn't see the 6 bull things, nor the axes. They were probably gonna somehow dig up my records and interrogate my mom, and I'd never see her again.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't let myself cry. That was just a waste of time, and besides, there were more important things to address.

First and foremost, the most obvious one: my arm. It was on my right arm, which thankfully wasn't my dominant one. I remember that I still had my bag on me. I looked inside the back pouch, and I had 1 binder, 2 notebooks, and 2 stray pencils. I also had 1 knife on me right now.

Very useful.

"Look around, look around at how lucky you are to be alive right now," I muttered to myself.

"Avery?" a voice whispered.

Now that made me jump. Who the hell, 40 minute run from my town, knew my name?
I turned around and came face to face with a short guy with curly brown hair wearing a blue baseball cap.

"Jeremy?"

"damnit avery why did you run for half a freaking hour in the WRONG direction of camp now we need to run for another HOUR or so what were you THINKING-" he muttered angrily at me.

I blinked. That was not the response I was expecting from him. He seemed to be the timid, awkward type, not the one to scream at someone for running for their life.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I chucked a knife at someone's leg, a bull kid thing threw an axe at me and the police are probably coming after me. But how's your day so far?" I retorted.

To my confusion, he didn't even respond to that comment. He looked me in the eye, dead serious, and said,

"Avery, where are your parents?"
That caught me off guard. But I felt like questioning his motives was just a waste of time, so I told him the truth.
"Well, my mom is sitting at home right now, probably getting interrogated by the police, and my sister is with her."

"And your dad?"
Silence.

"Well-"
"You don't know who he is, do you."

"Well that was only slightly rude."
He ignored that too. I've never seen him- no, I've never seen anyone look this serious.

"Avery, your dad is a god."

More silence.

"A what now?"
"A god," he said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Repeating it isn't gonna help me understand-"

"Do you know the Greek gods?"
"Like, the, uh, the lightning guy, and the water guy-" I said, indicating my large amount of intellect.
"Holy crap, this is not gonna go well."

"Why do I need to know about the Greek Gods? In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda bleeding right now and there are monsters out to get us-"

"Like I said, your dad's a god. One of the Greek gods."

"Which one?" I asked, spooked.

"That's what we need to figure out. But right now, we need to get-"

That's when I heard the roar.

Turning around, I saw something straight out of a Godzilla movie. It was easily 8 feet tall, had one eye but looked like it wanted to and was going to hit something.

Probably me.

Something grabbed my arm, right where the wound was.

"Ow!"
"Oh! Sorry! But Avery, we need to go NOW," Jeremy said.
"Impressive deduction skills Sherlock-"
"JUST GO!" he yelled.

So we ran. Again.

But that thing was faster than I gave it credit for. It was picking up things and throwing them in our general direction.
"Dang, that guy has a better hope of hitting first base than the batter-"
"SHUT UP AND RUN!"

Big Guy did not like us running from them. They took a nearby dumpster and threw it into the alleyway we were running towards.

Oh fun, now we're trapped.

Illuminati took its time approaching us, probably cuz they knew we were screwed.

They weren't wrong.

Frantically, I scanned our surroundings. We were in between 2 buildings in an alley, One-eye in front of us and a dumpster behind us. The dumpster was too high to climb, and I didn't dare try with my arm bleeding and whatnot.

"We're trapped!" Jeremy said.

"Your deduction skills rule yet again Mr Sherlock."

That's when the dragon came.

You're probably thinking, "A DRAGON? Suuuure."
But I'm not kidding, a huge bronze fire-breathing very intimidating dragon swooped in from the sky, with a much-less-huge-and-indimitating boy riding on its back.

One Eye also wasn't sure whose side the dragon was on.

I wasn't sure if the dragon was gonna eat us or help us, so I whispered to Jeremy, "Stay still."

But he seemed ecstatic to be eaten by a bronze dragon with a scrawny guy on it as opposed to One Eye. Just as I thought Jeremy lost his mind, the dragon swooped in and completely destroyed One Eye with a single breath of fire.

Dang, dang, diggity dang dang.

The dragon swooped down and landed in front of us. The guy riding it jumped off. I almost laughed at his appearance.

He was skinny, with messy black hair wearing a camo-jacket over a brown T-Shirt that was slightly burnt. He had a huge tool belt wrapped around his waist. The thing that tipped me off was that his eyes made him look like he was gonna drive this dragon around town and start World War III.

"Leo Valdez, Bad Boy Supreme, at your service! How do you guys do!"
Silence.

"Let's start with introductions, shall we? I'm Leo Valdez, but I go by many names, such as Official Commander of the Argo II, Son of Hephaestus, and-"

"We get it Leo," Jeremy interrupted rudely. "We should probably get back to camp before more monsters try to kill us all."
"Right you are sir. But firstly," he started, turning to me, "what is your name, ma'am?"

Ma'am? That's a bold assumption. But I decided not to comment on it.

"Avery," I said simply.

"Well Avery, are you aware that you are a daughter of a god or goddess?"

"Yea," I said, though I still didn't believe it.
"Do you have a clue as to which one?"

"No."
"Well, me neither. We'll find out later. Off to camp!"
Camp? Camp didn't sound like such a great hiding spot from all the monsters chasing us.

"So where is this… camp, and how do we get there?"
"Well, the camp in question is Camp Half-Blood, a place for people like you and I! As for transportation, I thought that'd be pretty obvious!" he said, leaning back on the huge dragon.

Oh, so we're gonna be flying there. That makes so much sense.

"No, seriously," I said.
He stared at me blankly. "Yeah, seriously. Get on."
Ok, that makes less sense.

"So you're saying we're just gonna jump on that dragon of yours and it's gonna fly us to camp?"
"Yeah," he said, as if this were obvious.

Throwing my hands up in surrender, I reluctantly climbed on.