The Hidden Hero (Heroes of Olympus/ Percy Jackson fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I heard a loud thudding noise, which grew louder with every thud, as though something massive was walking towards me. I held my breath as an extremely large man walked through the beaded curtain. Or at least I thought he was a man at first, on closer inspection, I saw he only had one massive eye in the middle of his forehead, about the size of my fist.

"Yummy demigod," his voice boomed.

"Oooh" chimed Larry, "you better run girly,"

I didn't need any more encouragement, a grabbed my backpack, and sprinted out of the building. I ran at top speed through unfamiliar streets in a desperate attempt to loose the Cyclopes.

I looked around, but didn't see him. I breathed a sigh of relief and stopped to try find something that could help me. I saw a sign for Central Park, and decided that it could be a good place to hide for a bit.

It was very beautiful. I was feeling tired, so I decided to take a nap in a tree, I assumed that people weren't exactly allowed to climb the trees, but hey, dyslexic, so for all I new, the signs could be telling me to climb the trees as much as I want.

I climbed as high as I possibly could. I didn't really want to tell any officials my granted, kind of stupid reasoning.

The tree was amazingly comfortable. I stretched out on my back with my backpack on my chest, and fell asleep.

I woke up extremely confused by my surroundings, then it all came back to me. I was nearly in a plain crash, two talking fish, there was a Cyclopes chasing after me, then I woke up in a tree.

Talking animals was one thing, but a freaking Cyclopes? That was insane. I was sure I had gone mad, either that, or I had died in the plain crash and this was my own personal hell.

I jumped down from the tree and started walking around aimlessly.

I found a quiet spot by a pond, and tried my hand at shipping stones. I found out I was actually quite good at it. I zoned out, and just focused on the plink-plink-plonk of the skipping stones.

I saw three homeless women approaching me, but didn't pay much attention to them until they were right by me, and I noticed that they weren't human. They were strange birdlike creatures with wings for arms and razor sharp talons.

They took flight, and started scratching me all over, all I had to defend myself with was the flat rock that I had been about to throw. Blood rushed down my body, and my muscles shook at I tried not to collapse. Using all my might, I tossed the rock at one of the bird creature's heads.

Alone, the rock wouldn't have done much damage, but the blast of water that propelled the rock forward was a differed story. It was like as super powered water gun that blasted her out of the sky. The other two turned to watch as their companion was catapulted out of the sky.

While their backs were turned, I took the opportunity to blast one of the others.

The last one turned to me and squawked "Dude, you're voice is as ugly as your face," I yelled at her right before blasting her away.

I collapsed in a heap of blood and sweat. One of my hands fell in the cool water of the pond. The coolness of the water seemed to trickle up my arm and spread to the rest of my body.

I looked down at my wounds, and saw that they were completely healed. In fact, it looked as though there had never even been a wound there in the first place. The only proof I had that something had attacked me, was the bloody tears in my clothes. Luckily, I had spares in my backpack.

I looked around, but no one had seemed to notice anything. My clothes got a few strange looks, but that was it.

I had often heard of what a strange place New York was, but it was getting ridiculous. First a cyclopse, then scary bird women, and I could control water?

I decided to fill up all of my water bottles. If any other magical creatures were going to attach me, I was sure as all hell going to be ready this time, even if it did make me feel a bit like Katara from Avatar (the amazing series, not the blue people movie, or the movie that shall not be mentioned because I refuse to acknowledge its existence).

I changed into fresh clothes, and started walking around not knowing what to do with my life, however short it might be with all the impossible monsters after me.