The Story of Luke Castellan
Chapter 2: Exodus
A/N: I've had this chapter written in my notebook for the last few months but haven't found the time to type it up, or actually post it. I just haven't been in a fanfictiony mood, I guess you could say. But nonetheless, I'll shut up and let you continue reading this garble of how I imagine Luke's childhood. Oh, and this chapter was based off Evanescence's song Exodus.
Disclaimer: Since I doubt that I remembered to write this one my first chapter, I do not own any characters that Mr. Riordan created. But I do take full credit for Mr. Cuddles – the teddybear that Luke ever-so-loves.
"I'll be back for dinner," I lied as I slipped my black backpack onto my shoulder. Mr. Cuddles was gripped tightly in my small fist, silently being strangled. A soft kiss landed on my forehead before mommy ushered me out the door.
"Have fun at Robby's house!" Mommy called as I slipped out of the door and onto the cobble stone walkway. The door closed by the time I reached the last of the beanbags. My Nikes touched the asphalt and I broke out into a sprint, leaving my house behind.
On the other side of the street, there was a grassy hill that led up to the highway. On the other side of the highway was an abandoned train track. My teacher had once told us that people followed those tacks to get to a city. I somehow managed to remember the vital piece of information. I looked both ways before dashing across the street. From there, I glanced back at my old house.
It was a pretty large house: 2 stories tall with an attic. I used to play hide-and-seek with my friends in there, until my friends found out that my mommy was crazy and stopped talking to me. There was a trampoline on the side of the house, but it hadn't been used for a while. Most of my extra energy was spent trying to avoid mommy.
I turned back around and started to run up the hill. It was a lot higher and steeper than it looked from my bedroom window. I sighed and sat down for a moment.
A car pulled up in front of my old house and the guy who stepped out made my breath catch in my throat. He looked just like me, only a lot older. Like Mommy's age. He turned to look up the hill and it was just my luck that he saw me.
Everything around me seemed to slow down. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Thinking impulsively, I sprinted up the hill and across the first half of the highway. I turned around to see the man looking sadly at me, and a few people in cars sticking up their middle finger. The man didn't attempt to cross over.
My sudden rush of energy left me tired, but I couldn't go back – Not to the place with my crazy Mommy and the man. I turned around and I could see the railroad tracks across the two lanes of traffic. For a moment, there were no cars on the highway and I sprinted across, barely making it to the side before another car came right behind my heels.
I stepped on the railroad tracks and slowly started towards the direction of the setting sun.
A/N: So how was this chapter? I hope I didn't fail too epically. I might have typed a bit more, but it's early in the morning and I was desperate to get out another chapter. I hope your eyes aren't bleeding yet! And I need to suggest a few authors! Denim Jeans is a beginning writer and has a few fanfictions up! mrslukecastellan is my wifey (we're both married to Luke 3)! Finally yet importantly, Empty Thoughts, who wrote a wonderful fanfiction about Octavian being pranked!