10 years later

So I'm sitting in world history listening to another boring lecture from Mr. Young. Not making that up that is a real name and let me tell you he is old enough to have three generations of family under him. Oh yeah, but you barely know me. My name is Jake. I'm a half black, American, about five foot seven and am pretty skinny looking compared to my friends. Right now I'm stuck in 8th grade world history listening to how the civil war again. I'm waiting anxiously for the bell to ring when something even better happens. The intercom turns on and we hear six great words.

"We are having a fire drill" Said the monotone voice

So I get up and grab my Fedora I was wearing for hat day and go outside. The weather outside was pleasantly warm and as the teachers were covering their eyes from the bright sun in the clear sky. When we get back in our classes after the drill was over we find our class trashed with books and papers everywhere. I immediately try getting all my stuff with lots of my homework and other papers on the floor. I notice that some of my stuff was ripped but nothing too important. Our teacher looked around but not in shock rather he seemed like he was assured of something. He quickly shuts the door and I start to see some minor changes to our teacher so puny anyone would miss it usually but one look and I saw it. His ears pointed ever so slightly I almost didn't see it. I ignored it thinking it was some trick of the light.

"Now clean up this mess I'll write you a pass to you next class," He said smiling a little for a second before turning back to normal. I sit near the back of the class and while picking up some pencils that had fell I hear a faint thud from the other side of the wall. I start to feel more suspicious from the situation I'm in but ignore it again thinking someone just dropped there book or something on the floor. After most of the class is cleaned up our teacher gets a call that lasts a couple seconds. After he puts down the phone he looks at us and says.

"Well now it seems I don't have to hold this cover up anymore," He said, confusing most of the class

I did say most of the class right. Over the last five minutes I had noticed small changes until all I saw was a giant monster with horns. The only way to describe it is to call it a minotaur but my mind wouldn't let me believe it. I slowly move back as he grabs an american flag.

"Oh no it seems there's been an organised school shooting, I hope all of you get out safe," he said in a mocking tone as the flag turned into a gun.

I do what I know best I try to make a run for it but I looked at the closed door and realize he could shoot me before I leave. He pulls on the trigger and most of my classmates are already panicking so he can't get a clear shot on anyone. I look around and find a pack of cards had fallen on the floor from the supply closet. I quickly pick up the deck and started throwing cards at the monster in a last ditch attempt to distract him. I am no professional so my first 10 cards got nowhere but on my 11th throw I had managed a card flying and hit his face and he stopped shooting for a second trying to find who had thrown the card. I throw all caution into the air as I throw as many cards as I could and one of them hit the monster in it's eye. It fell in pain as it dropped the gun. I immediately look around and try to bust open the door with anyone who lived. As soon as I opened it I saw a site that horrified me. Nothing at all, like give me monsters roaming the school or police but nothing scared me. We all look to each other realizing that something is up. We go towards the window and open it to try getting somewhere with cell phone coverage because whoever had called our "teacher" had to be from the school and that was a bad sign. We made a mad dash and quickly found ourselves with an obstacle of one cyclopes? I'm going to guess it's a cyclopes because of the lack of a second eye. I throw another card at him and he holds his eye in pain. I look around for a second to see who is in our group of survivors. There is Ashley a nice girl who's my friend. She tends to speak her mind though so she ends up making some enemies. Samantha is the shy girl who is nice too but can never be mean to is my best friend who is a beast at video games and athletic. And there is Michael a person I talk to but not really a friend. One of the survivors from our class say what's on all our minds.

"What the fuck is going on here I am sure that wasn't a criminal it looked like something out of a fairy tale?" Ashley says

"I don't know but we need help and we can't stay around here come on guys we have to get away from here." I say trying to assume a leader role.

"Agreed but when the cops come we will call these people some freaks in a costume. No point in getting all our asses sent to a mental institution for this thing." Michael said

We all silently agreed to that and started running down the cornfields surrounding our school, until Samantha said the greatest words ever.

"I got a bar," she exclaimed

We all stop and watch her put the 911 call on speaker phone.

"911 what's your emergency," a man said with a slightly monotone voice

"There has been a school shooting at Hamilton Junior High." Samantha says quickly

"Where are you know and are the shooters near?" The man asks quickly

"We are at least half a mile from the school because that area doesn't have enough coverage for us to call you. We ran through a lot of cornfields until we got signal" Samantha replies

"Okay we have tracked this call and we will send a police officer to pick you up until then stay on the line we'll have police at your school in 5 minutes.

Within a couple minutes the battery showed a warning and the 911 operator told us to wait by the side of the road until the car came. Within the next two minutes we see a police squad car show up but as soon as we take a step forward we all notice something very wrong the driver was missing an eye. He looked exactly like the monster that i had taken out. We all had noticed this and started to move back until he had stepped out with a broken stick that looked sort of like a sword but my mind couldn't figure out which was real. I stepped in front of the group to try drawing its attention so that the rest of the people could back up. I had manage to dodge most of its attacks until it did something crazy. It just charged at me and threw the bronze sword. One of my friends managed to pull me away while before the sword struck but the flat side had hit my head causing me to be a little dizzy. I started to head back with my friends but these monsters wouldn't give up. After we all dodge them for a good 5 minutes they got us trapped by a pond.

"Nowhere to run now little demigods," The cyclopes said

We all looked in confusion but when he comes towards us nothing but the sound of a heartbeat could be heard. That and some goth girl who was probably curious to why we were here was watching us.

I yelled "Get the fuck out of here" at the girl knowing I directed it at her

Surprisingly all she did was pull her backpack off her back. Scratch that she pulled a bow and arrow off her back. It is official if I live through this I need lasik eye surgery and glasses. Then in classic 300 style a large volley of arrows all hit the monster with some missing only inches to the left or right of the beast. I look at the fields around us and notice at least 50 other girls who are around 5 foot 5 inches to 5 foot 8 inches. Most of the girls were wearing black clothes lined with silver and were giving us a glare. A taller girl head toward us and looked us over.

"Um Thanks for your help now if you don't mind i'm gonna head home," I say respectfully trying to find a way around all the girls

"You and your group are coming with us and that will not be negotiated," The taller girl says a bit angrily

She starts to try leading us to some place in the woods but Ashley says "Who are you and why in the world should we follow you?"

The other tall girls tone shifted to a nicer tone but still carried some of its previous hate "Because you are being chased by monsters and you happen to have caught the eyes of a couple of gods"

With no way to respond to that we follow them warily with me absorbing every detail of them in case I ever needed it. They had worn clothing that was mostly black and silver. I had to guess that the tall girl was some type of leader or general because they all respected her greatly. They also seemed to use primitive weapons such as bows and arrows while some of them carried swords. By the time we had reached this camp they talked about my legs were nearly giving away, with a 3 mile walk at the minimum, while the archers seemed fine. So they are following a leader or general of some sort and have pretty good stamina, these guys were good. They tossed all of us guys in a tent that seemed to be falling apart but still had enough space for a bed in it.

A.N.: I deserve all the hate I get for updating so late but our school is just tossing projects around like crazy. And another note I will tell you this now don't expect this to be some story where Jake becomes some great hero and becomes this badass and wins a war or something. I don't roll like that I will tell you that this will not be a very black and white story. Until next time.