Daughter of Hera

I Meet A Murderous Softball Coach

Hello there to anybody who might be reading this! I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Emma Rosewood and this is the story of how my life became really complicated really fast. In a matter of seconds if you wish to know just how fast. So without further ado, my story.

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     Worst. Softball game. Ever. And not because we lost, not because there were scouts there, but because there were monsters there. Not vampires or werewolves like you might see at Halloween, no these were something my friend Marco called dracanae. From what I could figure, they were mean ladies with sharp claws and snake bodies for legs. Fun right? Want it to be more fun? Sure! Let's make it five snake ladies that all wanted to kill me and no one else but me. I thought the coach of the other team just wanted to say great job or nice try when she came over to talk, not bite my head off! I'm just lucky Marco was there. He said that he only came because it was the big game, but the truth was that Marco had been acting really clingy since my thirteenth birthday a few weeks ago. He ran over to where I was talking with the coach of the other team after the game and kept waving at me like turn around, run, get out of here! I just thought he was being weird and tuned back in to my conversation with the coach.
   "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to kill you." The coach said.
   "I'm sorry what?" I replied confused and a little concerned. "Do you mean kill me as in beat me in a game?"
     I briefly saw her morph into something horrible before Marco ran her threw with a sword that looked bronze tinted.
   "What was that?!?" I shrieked.
    I watched the form of the creature that was definitely not a softball coach crumble to dust and disappear.
     "Why did she just crumble to dust instead of bleed, assuming that...that thing was a she?" I half asked, half screamed at Marco.
     "I'll explain to you later at camp Emma, I promise, just be glad that there was only one dracanae and follow me."
     He grabbed my hand and started running for the parking lot, even though neither of us can drive, but four more of those "dracanae" things jumped out from all around us and started to attack. Still carrying the odd bronze sword that seemed to glow faintly, Marco handed it to me and grabbed a set of reed pipes on a cord from under his shirt and started playing. Meanwhile, I was still trying to ask perfectly reasonable questions like how did you get a sword in here, since when do you play reed pipes, and the ever important, why do they want to kill me?!? He ignored my questions and told me to start swinging my sword and killing them so he can live to explain it to me and I could live to find out. Later, I guessed that Marco's cover of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" was making the monsters miss every time they tried to grab or claw me, how helpfully ironic, and his cover of Break Free tied them up in vines that grew up from the ground. I was really starting to like the pan flute now. I swung my sword like I've seen in the movies and made all the dracanae things crumble to dust.
   "Not bad for a rookie." Marco said as I collapsed on the ground.
     "Not bad! I just killed four monsters!" I said breathing heavily.             "Fine," Marco replied. "You did amazing; for a rookie."
   "Better." I said. "So, you owe me some answers."

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FIRST STORY!!! I know it probably sucks so far because I don't know how to write with proper grammar, structure, or write in general, but I'll find out sooner or later. Anyway, if in know you irl please don't mention this ever to anybody cause it sucks. Thanks for reading this to the very end! If you have any suggestions or English lessons, please post them in the comments. Vote, comment, and all that stuff!
-R