We are told stories of Zeus and the gods around him, the legends and their power. But what about the children that they have had.
"You are special, you just don't know it yet,"
BTS Demigod AU
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They had forgotten about her once again. She had once again been left to walk home by herself. To put the icing on the cake it was raining. Hard. Hanna wouldn't say she is one to look on the bright side. She is optimistic every once in awhile. But it's hard to be optimistic when her parents had forgotten to pick her up for the 13th time this month. Just this month. So here she was, walking all the way home in the rain.
Now if she had to guess her parents were most likely having the time of their lives on bourbon street. That's usually where they were when they forgot to pick her up. The first few times it happened, back during the beginning of the school year, they had called her best friend Sehun to pick her up. But eventually they forgot even to do that.
She couldn't say that this was anything new. Her parents had never been good at parenting. By the time she was 6, she was told her parents weren't her real parents. She knew by the time she was 8 that they weren't too good at showing they loved her. She also knew that she would have to learn things on her own.
Hanna tightens her hold on her backpack. She sees the sign for her street giving her motivation to walk a little faster. With each step she takes water flies up, soaking her clothes even more. Her white shirt soaked, her pants sticky, and she can barely see through her glasses. Her long, coal colored hair sticks to her neck and face.
Upon entering her humble abode Hanna quickly makes quick work of her backpack and shoes, throwing them down by the door.She takes off her drenched socks and drops them by her shoes. She sighs contently once her feet sink into the warm carpet. She looks around the empty house, no signs of life anywhere. She reaches for her glasses sliding them off of her face. She would rather rely on her vision without them then to try and see through smudged and wet glasses. She makes her way up the stairs carefully placing her hand on the wall to make sure she doesn't fall.
Once she makes it to her room she immediately starts to peel of her soaking clothes. She stops to turn on the light so she doesn't fall before removing the last layer of clothing. She places her glasses down on her dresser and makes her way to the bathroom. She leans most of her weight on the counter, glancing up at her reflection. Her hair is bunched and matted and her cheeks are flushed. She can see the odd places where her freckles are.
She moves away from the mirror and turns on the shower. She steps in and rubs her hands through her hair. Every once in a while her fingers get stuck on a knot. The sticky feeling she felt disappears as she cleans her body.
She leaves from her shower in one of Sehun's shirts. She had stolen it from him during one of their sleepovers. He was the closest thing to family She had, sadly even closer than her own parents. The fact that he lived so close helped with their friendship as well.
She hears a quiet knock on the window that catches her attention. Walking over she instantly notices a mop of dark red hair, as well as brown eyes staring back at her. Speak of the devil.
She opens the window letting Sehun crawl through. He gives her a wide smile as he makes his way to plop himself on her bed. He looks over at her placing his head in the palm of his hands. "Did your parents pick you up today?"
She shakes her head, falling down next to him. She runs her hands through her hair again as she lays against her arms. Looking over at Sehun. He has a mischievous look on his face. That look usually meant he had an idea she wasn't going to like. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
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The sound of the piano could be heard throughout the room. The melody sounding bittersweet. There was no other light in the room other than the shining of the moon through the window. The man seats to the melody, his blonde hair shining in the moonlight. He stops playing midway through the piece, silently closing the lid.
He walks up the steps closing the door behind him. Like downstairs this door of his house was only lit by moonlight. He makes his way to the kitchen rummaging through snacks. He eventually sits to watch tv for a while as he lightly snacks on his chips. One of the few foods that actually exists in his kitchen.
He pauses the tv at the sound of slight tapping. "Who's there,"
There is no answer but the sound of tapping can still be heard. He moves from his place on the couch and heads back to the kitchen. When he makes it to the doorway something flies by his head. Looking behind him he can see a knife lodged into the wall.
Turning around he is met with a figure clad from head to toe in red. The figure throws another knife and he dodges, quickly heading in the other direction.
He makes his way back down the stairs when he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder. Taking a deep breath he yanks the knife out, covering the wound with his hand. Another knife is thrown as he quickly ducks under the piano.
He pulls his phone from his back pocket dialing the first number he sees. The phone continues to ring as he watches the red clad figure make his way down the stairs. He does his best to keep his breathing in check. The phone goes to voicemail."Damnit,"
With no other choices he clicks the button under his piano, quickly falling as the floor opens up. The figure clad in red quickly looks under the piano at the sound of the floor shutting. He finds nothing but a speck of blood.
