YOLA! I'm back!

Stupid plot bunnies are running around in my head! .

Anyways presenting my new story...

A HERO!

Disclamer: (I spelt that wrong:3)Dude, I own nothing. Like dead serious.

YJ all goes to Cartoon Network's Warner Bros

And PJO goes to Rick Riordan

My name is Artemis Crock.

And this is my life.

OOOO

3 Years Ago…

I glanced over my shoulder as the bus rumbled into view. Seeing nothing, I jumped inside the bus before taking a seat. No one even questioned on why a twelve year-old girl was boarding a bus at 3:00am.

The engine of the vehicle gunned to life before slowly making it's way out of the trashy neighborhood. I slid down my seat and pulled up my hood, making no eye contact with anyone. On the outside to any stranger they might've saw no expression on my face, but on the inside I was spazzing out.

I can't believe I finally did it! I runaway! And without getting caught by dad! I'm free! I won't have to do one of his single stupid tests again…But what if he's following?

What if one of his cronies were following me?

I tensed, sitting up straighter, I scanned the people occupying the bus. There were only three. A teen about few years older sat towards the back. Male. I've seen people like him when following dad to Crime Alley. A druggie.

The next was a middle-aged woman and a younger child in her arms. I pitied them. The woman had giant and noticeable purple bags under her bloodshot eyes. Indicating she was exhausted. They must've been homeless.

The last person on the bus was an elderly woman. But she wasn't like those sweet elderly grandmas who offered their grandchildren free candy. Oh no. This woman had graying thin hair and permanent scowl on her face. Her eyes were like an icy black abyss that was set in a glare. She wore a leather jacket; even though it was summer, combat boots, and jeans that were splattered in a suspicious red/brown substance. She looked mean enough to run someone over with a Harley.

As if sensing my stare, she turned towards me.

My breath hitched.

Definitely had to be one of dad's workers.

Sinking even lower in seat, I put my head to the window. Closing my eyes, I listened to the faint rumble of the bus.

I wasn't completely free yet.

OOOOO

It took three hours and ten stops before I reached my destination.

New York City.

The place I dreamed of since I was three. It was exactly how I imagined it. Never sleeping and always moving.

Even though it was 6:00am, there was jam pack traffic and people strolling the streets to work. Skyscrapers reached towards the sky, the sun glinting off of them. You could even hear all the different profanities the taxi men were shouting.

It was beautiful.

I gripped the railing while climbing off the bus. The old witch had taken off the moment we arrived, practically flying out the bus. We were the last riders.

I roamed the sidewalks for hours glancing at everything in awe. I didn't dare to enter any buildings though. They looked so sophisticated. I had walked all the way to Time Square when my stomach rumbled. I checked my little drawstring pack to see if I had anymore granola bars. Nothing.

Gurrrgle!

I clutched my midriff. "Shush." I whispered to it.

I trudged up and down streets trying to look for a suitable place that wasn't two overly priced. I was just about to give up and go dumpster diving when I stumbled across the perfect place for food.

Its sign read

Sweet On America

A grin slithered its way onto my face as I approached it. A candy shop! How lucky could I get! Dad never let me have candy and I was always too afraid to just slip away for just a bite of a snickers bar with him in the house.

...But now that he was wasn't here to command me around…

I could do whatever I wanted.

Grasping the handle of the door I pulled it open, to walk right into heaven.

The smell of the place was amazing! Aromas of sugar and chocolate filled the air. Multi-colored candies lined one side of the room. Blue, red, green, yellow, you name it and they had it. Everything was categorized by type of candy. If you wanted chocolate, go to the left side of the room. If you wanted gum, go to the middle. It was pure awesomeness.

There was only other person occupying the store than me was a woman. She was middle aged and kind looking. The lady had long brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to change different colors in the light. Her attire consisted of a teal top with a Sweet on America smock. When she saw me she smiled widely. "Hello, do you need any help finding anything?"

I glanced at her wearily, half expecting her to come charging at me with a knife and dragging me back to my father. "No." I replied coolly.

I scanned the shelves for the cheapest candy that I could get in large amounts. I grabbed handfuls of jellybeans and threw them into those little plastic bags, stole gum of the shelves along with suckers. When the woman scanned all my stuff I had a grand smacking total of ten dollars.

The lady looked at me kindly and asked. "Anything else?"

I spotted a Hershey's chocolate bar on one of the shelves. Thinking I should be kind to myself for once I bought it.

Taking the merchandise I began walking out the store. That is until I saw the old hag.

She looked even more evil than when I last saw her. With eyes looking straight at me, but this time she had a look a hunger in them. A sinister smile etched its way up her wrinkly skin and she started to make her way towards the store.

Unbeknownst to myself the woman behind the candy counter had made her way behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Follow me." She whispered urgently. I let her guide me all the way into the back of the store and watched as unlocked a door. Pushing it open she hurriedly locked it from the outside with a key.

The woman grabbed my arm and briskly starting walking faster. Tugging on my arm I snapped. "Who are you?!"

Glancing momentarily at me she answered. "Sally Jackson, but call me Sally."

Thinking it was slightly weird calling middle aged woman by her first name I replied. "Well Sally, would you mind telling me why your trying to pull my arm socket out?"

Loosening her grip slightly, Sally stated. "It's not safe for you to be here."

I rolled my eyes, taking back my arm. "No duh."

"We need to get you to camp." Sally said hurriedly.

I was slightly confused on what camp she was talking about. Juvie camp, an Assasins Camp, Art Camp…it could be any of those! So I went with the more logical answer. "Oh… do you mean the hide out for the you know," I scooted closer to her. "criminals?"

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "What?!"

My face flushed. "Nothing, nothing! Forget I said anything!"

We speed walked in silence after that. I really didn't know what the problem was with this woman. She was too hard to read, the only thing that I could tell was she had this panic stricken emotion on her face.

Something clicked in my head. "Are we running from the old lady?"

Sally's eyes darted nervously over her shoulder. "Yes."

"Um, why?"

"I'll explain in the car."

"You expect me to go in a car with you?...You do realize there's a little thing people teach called 'Stranger Danger'?"

She didn't reply.

We walked all the way up to Fifth Avenue, then took another block and ended up at an apartment building. Without wasting time, Sally headed right towards a car that was parked along the street. Throwing open the passenger door she gestured for me to get in.

I raised an eyebrow. "Two words: 'Stranger Danger'."

She copied my face. "Three words: Get in, now."

I glared before crossing my arms and getting into the seat and buckled. Sally slammed the door before getting in the driver's seat and situated herself. Grasping the wheel she backed out then stepped on the pedal.

I have to give it t her, Sally knew her way around New York. Whenever we hit a traffic jam, there was some secret short cut she seemed to find. Once the car was out of New York did she looked less tense.

"So, why am here?" I asked.

Sally sighed. "This might make no sense, but you're a demigod and that old lady was a Fury, a monster."

I crossed my arms. "How could I be a demigod? I have two parents."

Sally smiled sadly. "One of them might've had an affair."

My nails dug into my arms, I refuse to believe this crap. Life at home is already crazy enough. With mom in jail, Dad being the blood crazy criminal who wants me to become his little assassin, and with my sister Jade gone, probably in the criminal life too. I did not need to find out I was some type of half-god being.

"I don't believe you." I spat through gritted teeth.

She sighed again "Believe what you want for now. I have my own question for you." Sally glanced at me wearily. "Why did you assume I was talking about a hideout for criminals?"

"It's nothing." I lied.

She nodded almost to herself. "Okay, I won't push you. You can tell me when your ready."

OOOO

We arrived at the camp almost two hours later. But I was still skeptical.

"There is nothing here." I stated, dully kicking the grass.

Sally smiled at me as if there was something funny about this whole ordeal. "We're not there yet. It's at the top of the hill."

I rolled my eyes and followed. We were half way up the hill when it happened.

A sharp screeched filled the air and suddenly my feet left the ground.

I screamed.

The sensation of flying never really scared me. But this right here, was absolutely terrifying. The only things keeping me afloat in the air were two clawed hands wrapped around my arms.

We were ascending slowly up, whatever was carrying me wasn't used to having extra weight to its flight. Estimating that I was only about eight feet in the air I contemplated my choices.

a.) Do some major kickbutt to this, er, um thing (?) right now and risk breaking an ankle.

Or…

b.) Let it drag me up higher and drop me to my death.

I pick option a.

Swinging my legs for momentum, I brought them up over my head and kicked the creature with both feet in the face. Its gripped loosened and I took this opportunity to twist out of its grip. While falling through the air I did a series of complicated flips and turns until I landed in a crouched position.

Huh, guess I didn't break my ankle.

Not waiting for that monster to come back, I took off in full on sprint. When I was in an arms length of Sally I grabbed her wrist and took off.

"How did you do that?! I've never seen-"

"Can we talk about this later!" I screamed in panic.

That thing was still behind us. I could hear it. That little move I did didn't even sound like it affected it.

Come on Artemis! Dad's made you run from fight dogs before! You can outrun this thing!

With a new sense of determination I sped up my stride.

Come on, come on, come on…! YES!

"We made it Sally!" I cheered throwing my arms in the air. I spun around to look for Sally to find only air. My arms fell. "Sally?"

Behind me, Sally was banging on what looked like a force field. Whenever her fists bashed into it an array of gold appeared. I reached outside of the force field and grabbed her hand trying to pull her through. "Sally!" I shouted.

"No, no, no, no!" I whispered to myself. I couldn't get her through and that creature was advancing on her fast. Why wasn't she going through!

Making a split-second decision, I muster up all my breath before let out a sharp and loud cry.

"HELP!"

Not waiting for the results of my scream, I plunged outside and took my stand next to Sally.

END!:3!

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