Run

Chapter 1

(takes place at the end of the sea of monsters)

The twigs scraping my flesh were the last thing on my mind. as were the stones slicing my feet, the cold biting my face. The only thing I could think of was the chant in my heart, screaming to be free! I was so close! I couldn't even hear the sirens anymore, or even the steps of the guards sent to get me. 

just a little farther to the road, if that woman's map was to be believed.  yes, I could hear it, cars speeding by. My body surprised me, running even faster than I had before, at what I had thought was my full speed. 

If I had stopped myself only a second later, I would have been roadkill. The cars were driving too fast to stop in time to not hit me. I couldn't scream, that would draw unwanted attention, let the guards know where I was. so I waved my arms frantically, trying to get any attention I could. most cars drove past, either not seeing me, or looking at me like I was a virus and driving faster past me. Others just didn't care. I wasn't their problem.

Just as I was about to loose hope, a small red car pulled over, and a kind looking woman stepped out. 

"are you ok? God, you look like you've been through hell!" I looked down at myself, covered in scratches, I didn't even have any shoes.

I looked up at the woman "I just got lost, I was going on a hike and dropped my bag" I was lying through my teeth, but the woman either didn't notice, or didn't care.

"well my names Jane. I can give you a ride if you need?" I sighed in relief and nodded.  I sat in the front seat, muttering a thank you.

"what's your name honey?"

"Bailey" another lie

that's a nice name, where would you like us to drop you off?"

"just the nearest city is fine, I can find my way from there" truthfully I had no idea where we were. I wasn't supposed to know the location of the Pandora base, for security reasons. and knowing my location could help me escape. I didn't even know what country we were in. it was probably somewhere that English was the main language, but the lady may be a part of the minority that spoke it here, instead of the majority. 

the lady looked at me skeptically "do you need to go to a hospital? those scrapes look pretty bad"

panic rose in my throat, but I fought it off. no public places. "I'm fine, I have first aid stuff at home. plus, my mom doesn't believe in hospitals, she likes to use natural remedies" was every word I said to people from this point on going to be a lie? God, that's depressing.

The woman frowned again, "oh" I could hear the judgement in her voice "are you sure theirs not a specific place I could drop you off?"

I shook my head "no its fine, really. I don't want to put you out of your way"

she sighed, and we drove in silence for a while. she kept looking over, wanting to open her mouth, but seeing the look on my face, she would close it when she saw my face. I tried to clear my head, but I couldn't stop thinking about my mother, and Pandora. no matter how hard I tried to shut the memories out, they just kept coming back.

I could feel the blood dripping from my hands, see the dead eyes of the man before me. he had begged, pleaded with me to let him live. why hadn't I. oh right. the chair. if I didn't kill him, they would put me back in the chair. I don't like the chair. it hurts. a lot. they won't put me back now, right? I did what they wanted. the blood smells bad. i'm going to puke. 

re-wrote the first chapter, I think its a bit better. I did cut a lot so now this will just be a Harry potter/Percy Jackson crossover, because the rest of the stuff was just too complicated. I might make other stories for it later, but i'm sticking with this right now. the first chapter was still pretty short, but the others will be longer. I still thrive off of feedback, whether positive or negative. (as long as the negative is actually reasonable and meant in a helpful manner)