Misfits (PJO and HOO fanfic)

Chapter 2

*Sam's POV*
I walked down Main Street, uneven shaggy hair and covered in dirt. Danae walking next to me, her hair in a ponytail, also covered in dirt. We were 18 again. Both of us wearing oversized leather jackets, hiding our rusty guns. The ragged backpacks we carried on our shoulders, were stuffed with stale bread and crackers, old vegtables, and ripped up blankets. We slowly entered the bakery on our right, the smell was amazing. We started walking towards the three rows of freshly baked loafs of bread and other pastries.

"Jack pot." Danae whispered. She went to the far left row, while I went to the opposite side. I walked slowly and looked through the different kinds of bread. I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and quickly shoved two loaves of fresh whole wheat on top of three bruised apples, then quickly zipped up the bag. I started strolling back towards the entrance.

"THEIF! THEIF!" A man's voice rang throughout the store. I looked towards the back of store just as Danae ran around the corner, being chased by the store owner. I grabed her wrist and bolted out of the store, just as the man yelled for his wife to call the police. We slammed the door open and ran through the crowd of staring people on the streets. The distant sirens starting five minutes later. We raced down the street as the cop cars got closer. I knew Danae was getting tired, she was drastically slowing down. I panicked and pulled out the rusty pistol, spinning around as I did. The leading cop car was 8 kilometres away and getting closer by the second. I aimed at the driver. BANG! I glanced over to my right, Danae stared at me in shock. The car spun around and caused all of the other cars to crash into the first. I just killed someone.

"Come on." Danae grabed my arm and we continued running down the street. We made several turns, and finally reached the warehouse. Charlie stood in the old run down kitchen with a wrench, trying to fix the crappy sink. He was 20 at the time. We stood at the door heaving, trying to catch our breath.

"What happened?" He ran over.

"The police chased us, after we stole bread from the bakery... Sam used his gun." Charlie looked over at me.

"What's going on?" Kya walked down the rickety steps that we hadn't fixed up at the time. She was 14.

"Nothing... Kya." Danae spoke between breaths and walked over to her.

"Whatever happend, I swear I've been through worse." Kya looked at us worried.

"I killed someone." I was still trying to understand my actions. She looked at me, not even fased.

"Last month... I killed 8." She quickly brought out her knife and started throwing and catching, as she turned around and walked back upstairs.

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My head ached as my eyes fluttered open. I heard voices, but they were distant as I woke up.

"... So you really couldn't get the other one?" Male.

"She was no where in sight. We didn't have time to check the rest of the room though." Female.

"Guys, wait I think he is coming to!" I different male. I was fully awake now, but my eye sight was still blurry and my head still ached. I could make out two people at the end of the bed, one person on my right. Wait bed? Where am I? I bolted up right, knowing something was wrong. I was back to being 23.