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A/N and here is chapter 1 of Uprising!

Lizzie

You know what? I really like being stuck out in the desert with three people I still hardly know. I really do. Especially with Mr. Sunshine over here complaining about how we're lost and he's stuck with a bunch of girls who, apparently, cannot find their way out of bowl—which I entirely do not understand—but I could honestly care less about him right now because we've now got bigger problems.

Maybe I should back up first though. Let's start with an introduction that isn't very angry and depressing.

My name is Lizzie Murray and I have officially concluded that my life is screwed up. Until a couple weeks ago, I could have told you straight up that I was a normal fifteen year old girl without breaking into complete laughter. Of Course, that was a couple weeks ago. Now, as I stated before, I am stuck in the middle of nowhere. But I am still getting ahead of myself.

You may be wondering just how much my life can be screwed up. Believe me; it's probably worse than yours so don't try to tell me otherwise. There is only one person in this world that I blame and he is sitting right next to me. If he or anyone else for that matter hadn't shown up in my life, I wouldn't be here right now.

Okay, okay. I'm backing up now. Let me explain all this to you because you are probably entirely confused right now and have no idea what I am talking about. (Let me tell you now though, I do that a lot.)

It was a late afternoon on the 8th of June and I was walking home from school when I stumbled across an old run out apartment building. There were dozens of them across this road, but this one was distinctive because it was the only one that was really close to ruins. It was that kind of place where windows were missing and the paint was peeling off the sides of the building. There was no more furniture in there. As far as I knew, some people cleared the place out after the fire three years ago. It was just the shell of what used to be someone's home. I pass it every day actually, along with the diner down the road I sometimes have a slice of pizza at, but today, the building was different. The always boarded up door was sitting wide open.

I looked up and down the empty streets of the city. Why was no one here to stop me from going into this place? It was dangerous for a girl like me to go waltzing into places like that unarmed. But I'm just that kind of girl. I'm curious. I need to know these types of things.

So what did I do? I walked right up the old steps and popped my head inside the dark building. "Hello?" I called softly. I almost cursed myself. Isn't that what everyone says before they are slaughtered and killed in horror movies? Well I just jinxed myself. I'm dead.

No one answered me so I took a step into the building. The floorboards let out an old ear piercing screech. I wasn't really in the mood to be discovered. Too late for that because a shadow of someone came upon me and in the little bit of light I could see with from outside, I saw a blonde haired guy, tall muscular and totally pissed looking. I turned abruptly as the boy's eyebrows rose. "Hey," he said and grabbed my arm.

"I am not in the mood," I said ripping my arm away, "to get abducted and brought to some crack house." The guys hands were on my shoulders now and I glared at him impatiently.

"Kat, what are you talking about?" he smiled and brought me into a hug. I stood there, an awed expression on my face, but just for a fraction of a second. I shoved myself away from him.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled desperately looking up and down the road for a little help. I took another step back but the guy followed. Great.

He looked at me more closely now leaning towards my face and raising an eyebrow. I cringed and stepped away again this time taking a tumbled down the stairs. The boy attempted to reach out to me but failed to grasp my hand. Good. He didn't need to touch me again.

I rolled to a stop on the pavement and sat up to find the guy was right next to me attempting to help me up. "I can stand! Get off me!" I slapped his hands away and stood. "What do you want?"

I now had a better look at the kid. He was wearing a filthy old orange t-shirt with worn writing that I could barely make out. The larger letters were still there though. There was a C an H and a B. He had on grass stained jeans and old black converse. His stupid blonde hair was sticking up on its ends and his blue eyes wouldn't stop looking at me. What marveled me the most was what was slung over his shoulder. What looked like a quiver was hanging around his back and a bow rested on his shoulder. Now, I just thought this guy was crazy. His face suddenly flushed.

"Oh," he said rubbing his neck. "you're not who I thought you were. See, I thought you were someone else and—hey! Where are you going?"

I had started to walk away. I wasn't in the mood to listen to his excuse. I just wanted to get home to my dad. He was probably worried sick. I had already been late as it was. The guy took hold of my shoulder but I shrugged it off. "I'm not supposed to talk with strangers," I said in a sing-song sort of tone. This guy seemed harmless as it was but I still had the feeling he still thought I was someone else. Why else would her still be following me?

We had made it only a couple yards away from the building I still wanted to explore when the guy's footsteps suddenly stopped. I didn't look over my shoulder, I just kept walking. I was glad he stopped I had already been trying to think up ways to ditch him. Punching him in the face was my first option and I was looking forward to it, but he saved himself. It wasn't like I cared.

But looks like he'll be getting that punch anyway, because he suddenly took quick steps towards me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me the other way. Unfortunately he grabbed my right hand so hitting with my left hand was weak. I threw the punch anyway, which he caught with his other hand with ease.

"Stop it," he said, "do you want to get killed?"

That somewhat shut me up. I knit my eyebrows together as he looked behind us again. Something was standing over us, casting a long and large shadow. I slowly turned my head in unison with this guy's. Before I could scream he clamped his hand over my mouth. The large man hadn't really noticed us yet for even standing a couple feet away, his shadow was still cast over us and Mr. Helpful didn't do a thing about it. So I dropped my backpack and ran, with him, and the very large guy right behind me.

"Please don't tell me that guy had one eye," I muttered as I sprinted away. The large thing had hesitated before following us but was catching up easily screaming something about dinner and demigods. I had no idea what demigods were, though I had a good idea, but dinner did not sound good.

"Well that answers that question," The guy muttered. I looked at him oddly but he shook his head. "Questions can be asked later when we're not running for our lives. The name's Seth if you were wondering."

"Not like I really care," I said, "but I'm Lizzie and not Kat."

"Yeah sorry about that," and that was the last of what we said until Set pulled me into the building we were in before by sliding in through one of the half windows on the basement level floor. It was dark and dirty down there, neither of my two favorite things.

I dusted myself off and stood to my feet. "Well now what?" I asked impatiently. The one eyed man shoved his hand through the window and tried to grasp at us but we were far enough away from it to be snatched. The roof let out a faint crumbling and some dust fell from the ceiling. In the dark I couldn't really make anything out but the subtle outline of Seth. I wondered if he could see my glare that totally said, 'Why did you drag me into this?'

"This place isn't very stable," another voice said. "Thanks for leading a Cyclopes here."

"Alec," I heard Seth's voice say a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"So there is more of you?" I demanded throwing my hands in the air.

A/N Hehe :D there is chapter one! Hope you guys liked it. So it is 10:40 in the morning now and I don't have school today or tomorrow. I think I can get five more chapters in by the end of the weekend if I'm fast… xD Well tell me what you guys think! I want to know! Leave me a review! And maybe I'll give cookies…