Daughter of Hell {A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction}

Hello! Howdy...Bonjour? Anyway, Hi! My name is Hope, I'm a 12 year old girl that lives in Alabama with my Mother. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. 

Well, I have long blonde hair with black streaks, that reaches my elbow. It is dead straight. I am really tanned although I love the darkness. I'm super tall and very skinny. My birthday is on the 3rd of June, so I expect presents from all of you, know that you know. Umm... I am very mischevious, I love pranks, and I also get angered easily. I also am very good at getting revenge. 

My story started when I was 11, it was my birthday the next day, and I was happily celebrating it with my mother. I don't have many friends, so I didn't have a party. We were sat down, it was late at night, and I was in my mother's lap. Thunder and lightning was crackling outside of our house and wind whistled into the dark night, pushing around trees and bushes. I lived out on a farm. It was really big, and isolated from the other neighbours. I walked outside, to calm down our cattle. The horses neighed angrily and I walked over them, trying to settle them. Secretly, I think that I can hear them sometimes, in my head. It's like they talk to me, but that can't be possible, so I shrug it off. I patted Connor, my favourite horse. He was a black stallion and was the fastest horse in the district. I closed my eyes and patted his mane. He slowly, calmed down. The other horses followed his lead. Together, we walked back to the stables. I grabbed some food and threw some more hay into the enclosure. I shut the door, so the horses would be warm, inside, and ran back into my house. 

My mum was waiting there patiently. It was 10 o'clock, when we heard a pounding on the door. I didn't know anyone who would come around here this late, and I was too lazy to get up. I fidgeted with my fingers on my knee. I was Dyslexic and had ADHD. Not a good combination for school. Especially when most teachers hated me anyway. Well maybe only 3/4 but there was this one teacher, that tried to kill me everytime she saw me. Seriously, who takes a class of 11 year olds to a zoo and lifts them up higer so they accidentally fall into the lion enclosure!? I was mentally scarred. If my ADHD hadn't of kicked in, I would have been dead. 

I could hear the people walking around the farm. I grabbed my special pocket knife that my dad had given me before he left. It was made of a special metal that he said was very rare and should not be used incorrectly. This knife was the only thing I remember about him, and I planned on keeping it that way. I was pretty independant and didn't need a desparate father running around trying to fix our relationship that had gone on far too long for it to be mended by a simple 'sorry'. 

I walked towards the door, knife in hand, ready to scream at the people on our property. The door swung open with a slam and I gripped my knife tighter. I could see two figures, that couldn't possibly be human. They were massive! They had to be ten feet tall, easily taller. They were muttering to themselves, in a deep, croaky voice. 

"Where is she?" One of them asked the other

"I don't know" The other replied. I stepped forward, mad at these intruders.

"I'm right here, and I'm saying that you need to leave." They spun forward faster than light and glared at me. I stood in shock, instead of two eyes, they had one massive one in the middle of their forheads. They moved closer to me, grinning evilly. 

"Hello deary" They cooed "We're here to kill you" They screamed and jumped at me. I thrusted my sword at the closest one, golden sand flew from it's stomach and it groaned in pain. I walked away from him, marvelling at the blood when I heard my mother scream. I looked over at her, one of the beasts was holding her in the air, grinning evilly. I was furious. I raced towards her, as fast as I could. He squeezed her, a strangled scream erupted from her mouth before she whispered something, so quietly I almost didn't hear it. Happy Birthday Honey  and then she hung limply in his hand. Rage over took me and his eye widened in shock, but I was too mad to care. I jumped on his arm and stood up on it. I drew my sword back, he started shaking his arm, trying to fling me off, but I was determined to stay on. I stabbed my knife as hard as I could into his stomach. His breaths were uneven and he bellowed in pain. I walked over to him, stepped on his nose, hearing a satisfied crunch and chopped off his head. I looked at the other beast, he was trying to sneak away when I saw him. He broke off in a run, but I was in so much pain and anger that I sprinted after him. I caught up with him every step I took, furious that they had killed my mother. When I was close enough, I threw my knife and with insane accuracy, it him the monster right in the back of the head. He collapsed into a puddle of gold sand and I kicked it around, taking my anger out in it.