A/N Hey! So, I haven't been writing much and I'm so sorry! I'm just really busy! But, look forward to a long term story in a couple of months. ;)

Yeah, I know it's not really about Kit-Kat's but it was inspired by it. Don't ask me how. I just sat down and started writing and this is what came out! :P

Thank you guys so much for all the favorites and alerts! But, I wouldn't mind any reviews. ;)

Also, there's a very tiny, subtle easter egg in this! Tell me in your review if you find it!

Dedication: Silvertounge90 for being my 50th reviewer out of all of my stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians.

Kit-Kat

Step, step, hide.

I have been doing this for a while now. It's been a long time since I left home, and I've stopped trying to keep count of the days. What's the point, anyway? It isn't like my mother, "the amazing Scarlet Grace", wants me back. This is the rest of my life, and I should get used to it.

Running the streets while moonlight shines on my face, hiding out in the daylight, scavenging for food, and defeating the irritating monsters are just everyday things I do now. I rub my hands against my arms in futile attempt to warm them, as the wind chills my bones. The branches are stripped of their colorful leaves, leaving the trees bare and lifeless. The streets are the same, not a soul wondering outside. Everyone is inside enjoying the comforts of a home, drinking hot chocolate, soaking in the warmth of the fireplace. I feel myself get weaker as my stomach growls. Food has been scarce recently and I haven't had a decent meal in days.

Just as I am about to sneak into McDonald's back door and "borrow" some cheeseburgers, I see a dark figure staring at me. I curse under my breath in Ancient Greek. I've been trying to make this annoying person lose my trail. I tried running away at first, but it would just catch up with me. Now I'm trying to sneak away, but every way I turn I see it in the distance irritating me.

Wait! What about the dark alleyway by Third St.! I make a split decision and sprint towards it. The ground is covered in ice and incredibly slippery; as I run to the alleyway I slip and tumble down, scraping my knees and elbows. Vlacas! Why does this have to hurt so much? I brush my hand over my leg and feel some sticky liquid, and it's then that it hits me that the pain from my leg is nothing like my knees and elbows. NO, no, no! I must have dropped my knife and then fallen on it! Wow, this would only happen to me. I seriously have the worst luck. Then again what demigod has good luck? The searing pain in my leg hurt too much to even try to walk. I had very little ambrosia in my backpack that I kept for emergencies. I had dropped my backpack a couple of yards away. I tried reaching for it, but it was no use. It was too far away

Thump, Thump, Thump. I totally forgot about the creep following me around! What is it now? Murderer, empousae, manticore… What am I going to do? I can't defend myself if this thing attacks! I'm much too weak! What if –

"Hey, are you ok?" asks a concerned voice. I look up and see that my stalker isn't very far away. This creature doesn't sound very threatening, but I won't let my guard down since I can't move around much. I squint through the darkness to get a better image of whatever the thing stalking me actually is. It's a human. I can just make out an outline of boy my age with shiny blue eyes. What can he want?

"Hello? You're not going into shock, are you?" he asks. This snaps me out of my thoughts. I try and scramble away from him, but to no avail. The pain in my leg just increases. Ugh! If I could only get my ambrosia.

"What do you want?" I ask frantically.

"Nothing, I just saw that you were hurt and wanted to see if you were okay," he replies tentatively.

"Stop lying, I know you've been following me around!" I protest. I wince while putting my hand on my blood covered knife in case I need it to defend myself.

""Okay, okay. Calm down. It's just that I can tell that you're a half-blood like me and I was curious," he explains. His eyes flick to my leg then, and he draws in a quick breath. "Oh no," he says. "That cut is going to get infected."He gets something out of his pocket and stuffs it into my mouth before I can stop him. Ambrosia. Slowly and steadily, I feel my energy returning to me. The cut slowly starts to close and turns into a long scar. I haven't completely recovered, but I am feeling much better than before.

"You really are a demigod," I mutter. "Well thanks for the Ambrosia, but I need to get going." I get up and wearily push past him.

"Wait, don't leave! You can't go alone in this weather! You're already weak from your leg, and you look like you haven't eaten for days!" he pleads, holding my shoulder in a clinging fashion.

"Great," I think, annoyed, "he's not going to leave me alone."

"Here, come with me!" he says, and drags me to a nearby street lamp before I can protest. With the orange lights shining on us, I can finally get a better look at the half-blood. He has windswept, sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a sloppy grin. But, when I look closer, I notice that his eyes are droopy although bright with excitement, and his clothes are tattered with dirt. He is obviously on the run, too. He opens up his bag and shows it to me. I peer in to look at the contents. There are lollipops, Sour Skittles, M&Ms, Hershey's, Dum-Dums, Tootsie Rolls, Snickers - anything you can think of! I look at him in shock. How did he get all this stuff?

"I'm Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, god of travel, messengers, and thieves." Luke smirks at me. Hermes? That explains it. He probably stole all this candy from some store.

"Thalia," I answer, cautiously.

"Come on Thalia, I'm not going to hurt you. Here have some Kit-Kat." he says, sensing my unease. As he speaks, he rummages through his bag, looking for the chocolaty delight. When he finds it, he breaks it in half, and offers me some. I suspiciously look at him, but when I see that encouraging smile, I take it. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.