Demigods meet people

Mina Ohakim

Sorry for not updating in a while. A lot of things have happened to me, that kind of made me lose my motivation to writhe. A lot of training and a lot of injuries. I was actually hit by a truck, so yeah, that kind of sums it up. But then I started getting feedback again, more and more people read, liked and commented on my stories, so I got back my motivation. But I had a concussion, which kinda delayed me. But keep voting and commenting, cuz that's what keeps me going!

I walked down the street late at night. I was nervous, everyone I passed seemed suspiciously creepy, so I was relieved when I got out of the crowded square.
But then I realised that now, if someone attacked me, there would be no one there to help me.
So when I saw the dark haired guy in the blue hoodie I got really scared. It was an empty ally, and he stood in a corner, talking into his phone. I made sure to have so much distance as possible when I walked by, and I never took my eyes of him, but he didn't even seem to notice me.

And then it happened. Two men jumped me. The man in front of me hit me, almost knocking me out while the man behind me grabbed my hands and started dragging me backwards. I was to chocked to even call out for help. It felt like I was going to pass out from fear. He managed to drag me a couple of meters before I managed to get out a strangled scream. One off the men slapped me across the face and spit at me. And then he was tackled away.
The dark haired guy that I had spotted just a couple of seconds ago had heard my cry for help and decided to come to my rescue.
He knocked the first man over with such force that he hit the wall with a loud thud. The man behind me fumbled with something in his pocket, and then I felt a sharp, cold blade against my throat. The dark haired guy stopped instantly and slowly raised his hands. His hood had fallen down and I saw his face. He was hansome. His eyes had a deep, green color- like the ocean. He was younger than I first had thought, about seventeen.
"Don't hurt her, please just..." He was interrupted by the man holding me. "Shut your face you little twat! Do exactly as I say or you will be spray painted with her blood!" A shiver went down my spine. "What, do you want me to do? Listen, we can fix this! Take me instead of her or something, please, just let her go." It felt strange having a guy I had never met before plead for my life and offer up his own instead. I was in awe of his braveness and courage.
The man seemed to think about the offer for a second. Then he laughed. "Okey listen here tough guy, you will do exactly as I say, or I'll hurt the girl, do you understand?" He nodded slowly.
"If you turn around, you'll see a white van." The guy looked over his shoulder and saw the van, so did I. "I want you to walk to walk towards it, slowly." He complied. When the man begun to drag me along with him, also towards the van I realized that I had to do something.
So the second I felt the blade lighten from my skin I acted. I threw myself to the left with as much force I could manage.
I felt the blade touching my throat, but it didn't go trough the skin. I began running back the way I came, I didn't even see were I was going, it all went to fast. Then my foot hit something and I fell the ground.

  I fell with a scream, because my foot had gotten stuck under the thing I tripped over. I screamed out in a combination of pain and dread, because when I fell to the ground I heard a loud crack.
I had broken my ankle! I knew I wouldn't be able to keep running with a broken ankle. Then the whole world went black.

Percy's POV
As soon as the girl had gotten out of the mans grip I started bolting towards them. I watched with dread as the girl fell over the man I had knocked out. I heard her scream and saw the angle of her foot and understood that she had broken it. Then she passed out.
The man with the knife quickly got to her and I had no other choice then to go along with what he told me to do.
I got into the van and when I turned my back to him- he hit me in the back of the head with the hilt of his knife. And I blacked out as well.

Mina's POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the pain in my ankle, it was almost unbearable. I looked around and saw that I was in a small, dark, room with no windows and a barred door. At the other side of the room the boy who had tried to rescue me sat with his back against the wall. He was unconscious.