A/N: Sorry this took so long but I had stuff to do and a huge case of writers block. Well I think it will be worth it cus there's lots of action, which I find hard to write but still awsome. Enjoy and dont forge to review

What was going on? They had found me already. I had only been introduced to this world the day before and now I was being harassed by dudes who wanted to kill me. Can't anyone give me a break? Can't I at least catch my breath? After all I've only just come to terms with my being a demigod and now I was supposed to fight to survive.

The man grimaced and I looked at him feinting innocence as I reached into my bag.

The man leant down and I could smell his rancid breathe "you'll be lucky, dying here. It'll be a picnic in comparison on what's going to happen to your precious camp" I was more surprised, if it was at all possible.

"What are you talking about?" I replied icily, giving my best death stare. Then I really looked at him and realised that something was changing; his two dull watery eyes had somehow morphed into one, large and boodshot.

The Cyclops growled, a clear strategy of intimidation which would have been reasonably successful except for the fact that I had to lean back to dodge the onslaught of spittle. That was the moment that I suddenly realised that I might actually die. I wasn't going to let that happen. Not on purpose anyway.

I was clearly not going to get any more information. At the point when he raised his mop menacingly, in that second I knew I needed to act.

I pulled my free arm from behind my back, grasped in which was my little weapon but as I swept it around it grew to full size. A split second later there was a large pole in my hand, a small smirk spread across my lips.

The Cyclops eye widened, letting go of my arm and grasping the mop with both hands in a defensive position. I wasn't really sure what to do next but my instincts took over and I swung my staff with all my might.

The mop was no match for my deadly blow and was soon thrown sideways in a couple of splintered halves. The adrenalin was flowing now and moment later I swing an arc towards the huge cleaner, who caught the end in a large dustbin lid sized hand. He immediately dropped it with a shout of pain, he had obviously caught a few barbed spikes, how stupid could you get?

I had no time to think, I had to take advantage of this clear idiocy. I raised the staff once more and levelled a pointed end. Hesitating for a moment to wonder whether this was right; of course it was, if I didn't kill him he would most certainly kill me.

With that thought clutched in my head I plunged the staff deep into the monsters chest.

There was a horrible moment where nothing happened, the monster switching its attention from his injured hand to the wooden staff protruding from his chest,

With a last loathsome look and a frown of almost irritation, the monster burst into a cloud of dust.

I fell backwards, my back slamming into the wall. The sudden non-existence of my assailant had unbalanced me and I slid to the floor. I just sat there as the dust cleared, breathing evenly, just staring into the distance.

I had done it. I wasn't dead, I had to check that I was still solid because I felt so detached but sure enough I was still there. I took a deep breath and stood up but immediately bent over in a fit of coughing. I had just taken a mouthful of deceased monster dust. Gross or what?

Stumbling a little I stepped forward and picked my staff up out of a large pile of monster, shivering as I brushed it off.

It had all had seemed to take so long, when in reality it had been less than a minute and now everything was catching up with me. Someone must have heard and would be coming to investigate. I didn't think the mist controlled sound but I wasn't sure, better to be safe. I didn't really want to be around when all the questions started flying.

I also had somewhere to be because I didn't think this was over, not yet. After all I wasn't the only demigod in the school although I would be if I didn't get to the sports field, sharpish.

I took a few shaky steps and steadied myself then began to run in earnest. I pulled my hood up and my scarf over my face so I wouldn't give away who i was, I didn't think that it was the 'right time' yet. They didn't need to know too much as I was only just getting it myself.

I crashed through the outer doors and began to sprint towards the grassy pitch where I saw figures running and I could hear screams that weren't the normal hatred of physical education.

I quickened my pace, discarding my satchel as I went, it would only get in the way. As I got closer I could make out two large figures closing in around a small group of girls in white polo shirts and blue shorts.

I sized up my next opponents although their tracksuited backs were facing me, I could tell that they were also Cyclops but these were a little better armed than the last one. One had a blacksmiths hammer that could have knocked a hole through five foot of steel, the other seemed to be holding a battered and old-looking hockeystick but as I approached he pulled the shaft away to reveal a wicked looking blade.

That stopped me in my tracks, this would be a lot harder than the one armed with a mop. My emergency stop had alerted my presence and both turned to see me standing there.

"RUN!" I shouted to the group, in which I noticed a pale and trembling Sam and a blank looking Grish.

The smaller one with the hockey swordstick frowned then grinned "Ah-ha a challenge, I was wondering when we would face a proper hero?" he commented at his partner "you may have killed our brother but you will face your match with us" he addressed me. how had he known that? probably the major amount of dust still clinging to my hoodie and jeans.

The other bared his teeth at me, only just working out that I had killed his sibling. He seemed to be as dumb as a bag of wet mice. His anger overtook him and he rushed at me, hammer raised.

I leapt sideways as he rushed past like a steam engine, whipping up a wind but I still managed to put my staff just above the ground and tripped the giant Cyclops. He fell flat on his face creating a mini earthquake that was strong enough to floor me.

The other monster bellowed laughter at me which gave me time to pick myself up and increased my ire. I turned to the girls who still hadn't moved yet, caught between fear and fascination. I had to keep the attention away from the them long enough for them to snap out and get away. who else was there to take the attention? Only me, great. I clasped my staff harder, my knuckles were turning white.

The stupid one tried to push himself up out of the small crater he had created in the centre circle of the pitch but with one smooth movement I relieved him of his head which fell to the floor with a THUD.

Now that got the other Cyclops attention,his large eyes wide, almost popping out of his head. unfortunately it didn't help because the girls were entralled too

A collective gasp rose and a few girls screamed and ran for the hills, not noticing that the person who had just been killed was no longer there but was now being scattered to the winds. I noticed the two girls were still standing stock still and had been joined by the my other two charges, run for heavens sake their after you I scream at them in my head.

The last Cyclops screamed with rage, his brother underestimated me and paid for it but that didn't mean this next one would be easy. He edged closer to just outside striking distance and somehow we begin to circle each other. Very dramatic.

"Very skilful for a newbe, I don't think they expected so much from you but now I know exactly how to kill you" he snarls, clearly clever enough to watch and learn.

"What's going on with camp?" I ask, trying to disguise my voice so that the shell-shocked girls wouldn't recognise it. I went for a gravelly sound but it came out squeaky, very heroic.

"Wouldn't you like to know, little hero" he says, swinging his blade threateningly, trying to ward of my question with it "Well lets just say that it would do better business as a graveyard than a child's summer camp" he bellowed laughter again.

I took that opportunity to thrust a spiked end of my staff at him but he was expecting it and easily deflected my strike. This took me offbalance and I toppled to the side.

He slashed his hockeystick at my chest but I turned and caught the blade on my upper arm. Pain seared down the large gash and I gasped in agony.

Another roll of laughter echoed in my ears as I clutched my wound, blood seeping between my fingers but I still managed to stand upright. Until he struck again, this time he went for my shins causing me to fall to the ground with a shriek.

I tried for one more swipe with my staff but there was no power in it. The monster used his swordstick to flick my weapon out of my unresisting grip. Now I was defenceless and would most likely die on the centre spot.

The Cyclops strode triumphantly toward me and I flinched a little, god this was it. I had a good run I guess, one day must be good in this world.

I saw the blade glint evilly in the muted sunlight, a few spatters of my blood indicating what was to come. I heard it whistle through the air and then...

dun dun duuuuun

well I like to leave it on a cliffhanger, mwahahahaha