The Son Of Poseidon (boyxboy) (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Mother?

   My name is Micah Collins and last night I was attacked by three demons, and I mean literally, demon Pit Bulls but I dispatched them and finally made it home but that's a story for another time. This morning I wake up to what I thought would be a normal day but, with me normal is never an option. I've spent my whole life running from foster home to foster home, I've never known either of my parents, and the worst part is I'm constantly on the run from various sorts of monsters ranging from the size of dogs to the size of houses. I've had to learn to protect myself I taught myself various types of self defense and once had a teacher for sword play, since I have a sword that seems to follow me every time I lose it. The best part about the sword is that when I'm not using it it turns into this convenient little pocket sized coin. But this particular morning I wake up to my foster mother looking, very creepily, down at me her face inches from mine. I grab my coin from my shorts pocket and slowly extend it to my sword and hold it under the covers.
     "You left yesterday, I didn't hear you come in." She says as she stands and moves to sit at my desk.
     "Yeah." I say "I got here pretty late last night and I didn't want to wake you so I climbed in through the window."
     "Where were you?" She asks calmly.
     "I was just out taking a walk and I must've lost track of time." I lie because I can't tell her that I was fighting a monster and didn't want to lead it back home.
     "Oh well that's alright breakfast is ready come down when you're dressed." She says while walking out of my room.
     I relax some when she leaves because I can never truly drop my guard completely. I get out of bed and get dressed in a pair of blue jean shorts, a short sleeve black tee shirt, and my all black nike Air Force shoes. I look back to my bed for my sword but it's already transformed back to a coin and in my pocket so I make my way out of my room and start down the stairs. "How could I even think that my foster mother could be a monster trying to kill me. The lady that has watched over, and fed me for 6 months, the longest I've ever stayed at one place. Sometimes I really need to trust in people and let my guard down..."
     My thoughts are abruptly stopped in the process because as soon as soon as I make it to the bottom step my "Foster Mother" tries to tackle me but I backflip before she can reach me kicking her a ways up the stairs in the process. "What..." I start to say but was shocked Speechless as I got a look at her or whatever it was standing on the stairs. She was completely nude and covered in skin that resembled tree bark, she had, claws on her hands and feet like vulture talons, her teeth were all as sharp and thin as needles and to bring it all together she was unfolding a gaping pair of wings that were just as scary, scaly, and green as the rest of her. My amazement was cut short because as soon as the wings unfolded she used them to fly straight at me like a speeding bullet. She slashed out at me with her left hand but I was quicker rolling away from her, throwing my blue coin up in the process. I was in my feet in a flash catching my now 4-foot long, blue-gold sword in mid-air. As I caught it the hilt still fit perfectly in my hand it's as if it's tailored every day to fit me perfectly. I was surprised when she seen it, hissed as loud as a train whistle, and flew directly out of a closed window shattering glass everywhere.
     Not a second later my best friend Devin walks in the front door and looks at me. Here I am sword in hand, standing in the middle of shattered glass and my foster mother is nowhere in sight, so altogether I'm looking very suspicious.
     "Micah?" Devin asks " What happened?"
     "Um. Me and my foster mom got into an argument?" I lie. He looks at me skeptically then asks.
     "where did she go?"
     "She flew out of the window." I say

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