Poor Perlia

Poor Little Children

To say that Percy ran would be an understatement. Percy scrambled to his feet and dashed out the door as fast as his nine-year-old legs would take him. Percy kept running, falling, getting up and running again, he knew that Gabe wasn't behind him, smelly Gabe, mean Gabe, murderer ......Gabe. 

It was an entire day of running until Percy could think of anything but Gabe, his words, his smile, his knife. By then Percy was in Connecticut hiding on a bus to Massachusetts, as far away from New York as possible. The bus broke down in Rhode Island, and when it did Percy knew that it was Gabe's fault, It had been Gabe who'd broken the buss, and tripped Percy, just like Gabe had-"NO!" Percy clutched his head, "NO! NO! NO! NO!" An elderly couple approached him, "excuse me, young man-" Percy looked at them and screamed, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Percy ran again, his feet sore, his vocal cords sore from all the screaming. 

That night the monsters came, as Percy tried to sleep in an ally way located in Blackstone Massachusets he herds a scrape. Then there was a squak and suddenly the creak of bones. "no.no.no.no.no.no" Percy huddled against the trash can he was lying next to. Percy watched in horror as a figure approached him, "nononononono," It wasn't Gabe, Gabe the killer, Gabe the murderer, Gabe the monster. No, the figure wasn't Gabe, it was something more benevolent, something nicer. The harpy's stomach rumbled and it screeched, it could smell and hear the quivering meat, it knew where it was, a small morsel but enough to get it through the night. Percy was calmer, Percy was less afraid, the monster wasn't Gabe, the monster wouldn't hurt him, The harpy unhinged it's massive jaws and cried out, advancing on the small child. Percy knew the monster couldn't hurt him, the monster wasn't real, no matter how scary it looked, the monster didn't exist. The harpy screeched in delight, it's prey wasn't even trying to escape, an easy kill.

Percy wasn't afraid

The monster got closer

Percy stared at the monster

The Harpy's saliva dripped only two inches from Percy's leg

Percy thought about Gabe

The Harpys tongue reached out and stroked Percy's cheek

This Monster Wasn't Gabe

The Harpys tongue retracted

THIS MONSTER WASN'T GABE

The Harpy placed their claws on Percy's neck and prepared to bite

THIS MONSTER COULDN'T HURT HIM

The Harpy lowered its salivating mouth until Percy's head was inside its jaws

THIS MONSTER COULDN'T HURT HIM

"You're not real," Percy whispered, and the monster stopped to listen. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME!" Percy screamed, his head inside the Harpy's gaping jaws. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME! You're NOT REAL!" Percy cried out, and suddenly he could see. 

The harpy stumbled back and collapsed as the remains of its head splattered all over the alleyway they were in. Percy, age nine, got up, looked at the monster's corpse and spoke to it one last time,

 "You can't hurt me, you're not real!" 

The next day, Percy Jackson would be wanted for the murder of a nice old lady from Blackstone Massachusets.

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Thalia, age ten, laughed and played with her friends; Luke, age 13, and Annabeth, age 7. They'd run away from home together, away from the awful parents, away from the crazy step-parents, and away from missing family members. Off to the side, by the campsite they'd set up Thalia's little brother Jason, age 6, watched. His lip was bleeding badly from a recent fall and Thalia, being the older sibling, and insisted that he sit the next game out. Luke was "It," Luke is the oldest ran slower than the rest of them to give them a fair chance, but in the end Luke always got them. Jason chuckled as luke picked up Annabeth in a big bear hug and yelled, "Your It!" as Annabeth playfully squealed. Thalia loved her family, just the four of them alone in the woods.

When Thalia woke up the next day everything was different, she shot up tears and blood still streaking her face, her ears still ringing, her nose still covered in blood and snot. They'd gotten Jason first, blood coming out of his lip attracted the monsters like moths to a lamp. They'd snatched him up silently and devoured him behind their campsite. They'd gone for Annabeth next, but luke was faster. As soon as their sharp talons dug into Annabeth's flesh the monster squealed as its arm was sliced off by Luke's claws, his massive, claws. "I̧͓̲͙̟̹̺̻̠̋̓̉͆̐͜ ț̶̦̞͎̩̫̀͌́̽͞o̷̱͇̙̗͉̅̀̑͊͜͠l̢͔͍̮̟̒́͐͞͞d̨̩̦͉̺͕̪͊̆̏̄̾̂̄̂͌̉ y̦̩̗͚̬̤̫͈͛̉̽̀̅̀͌̔̚͜͠ò̷͚̤̜̰̮͔̪͈̇̿̾̎̊̉̓ư̶̢̲͓͐̉̃͑͑͗̇͟͟͡͝,̨͎̭̟͇̆̔́̈́̿̒̎͟ ţ̶̧̡͎̹̖̭̐̾̾̃͂̚̚͠h̸̙̹̼̻̭̖͈͓͓̆̆̊̿̓̋͒̕̕͜͝e̡͖̯͍̩͍̟͙͋͌͆̓́̋͟ g̗̞͕̤͛̎̈́̋͋̂͢͡͞ḭ̡̝̲̠͚͖̲͋̀̇̓̀̾̚͢͡r̛̦̺̱̘̟̭͌̀̔̍̓́ͅľ̨̝̫͔̹͋́̿̚ ị͈̳͕͍̪͐̔̉̂́͟͟s̢̡̠̦͙̖̭̜͛̃̎̕̚ m̵̧̤̜̯͇̤̦̫̓̀̀͊̓͛̃͆͞ͅĭ̛̗̯̪̦͎͓̓͂̒̎̋͑̚͟ͅn̨͉͎͎̱̮̟̋͌̊̔͒̎e̸̞̠̟̻̼̥͙̥̒̿̾̓̈͛̈́̍̓̂͟͜ t̨̛̗̹̟͚̯̯͂̀̐̿͊͘͞͡ǒ̡̤̪̹̭̖͖̩͗̐̾̇̾̿͠ ę̢̘̣̯̜͍̟͉̥̂̐͌̂̐̐̐͞a͔̩̥̫̰̥̓̽͊̉͋̿̈͝͡ͅṭ̡̙͇̗̩͍̽͌̓̂̒!̷̗̹̻͚̖̋͑̽̃̈̈́̍͢͜" Luke screeched in a voice that rattled all of Thalia's bones. Luke the monsters looked at the crying Annabeth. Luke then sighed and ripped Annabeth's head off with his giant unhinged jaw. Thalia covered her mouth so her screams wouldn't be heard, stumbling to her feet she began to run. A monster chased her but Thalia was faster, Luke called out to her so she'd "Come back," his words followed her, "It's all a big misunderstanding!" Thalia wasn't dumb, Thalia was ten, Thalia was smart, Thalia never looked back.