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Who am I?

The Beginning

Darkness. That was the first I remembered. I could feel my body raising but I couldn't see anything. Then suddenly, I surfaced above the water, gasping for breath. I knew two things: My name was Rosette Weiss and I had to get to Camp Half Blood. I didn't even know what Camp Half Blood was, but I knew that was where I needed to go.
I swam to the shore, spitting dirty water out of my mouth. "That was crap," I muttered, wringing out my dark hair, and my clothes. Where even was I? I looked around, but nothing about my surroundings really even made any sense, so I just picked a direction and started walking.
Nothing was really there but forest, trees, and mud everywhere. I sighed and just kept walking until a reached a smallish town.
"Williams, Arizona," I read. "Arizona? Some how that doesn't make sense."
"Oh my dear!"
I turned, and noticed an old couple staring at me. The old woman looked concern.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked. "You look like you've been through the wringer."
I looked down. I was barefoot, and only wearing worn jeans and an old orange tee shirt that was close to just becoming a pile of rags. And I was absolutely filthy.
"Come with me." The old woman grabbed my arm with surprising grip, and pulled me into a tiny old thrift shop, just a little ways down the road. Her husband only smiled warmly.
"Don't worry, little dear. We'll take care of you," he said.
There was no reason for me not to trust this couple, but for some reason, they struck me as bad. Still, I followed them. They pushed me into a bathroom, running a shower of warm water. "Now, you take a shower dear," said the old lady, and I'll bring you some fresh clothes from the shop.
The water refreshed me, as I quickly washed the dirt off my body, and ran a brush through my hair. The old lady had set out a pair of jeans and a white tank top for me, along with fresh undergarments and a pair of sturdy looking work boots, I started putting them on when I noticed a series of scars on my torso. They were faded, and old and barely noticeable, but they were certainly there. I wondered what had made them.
I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were green, and there were times when they appeared to glow, and I was wearing strange earrings. They were some sort of bronzish metal, and shaped like a weird upside down horseshoe but rounder.
"Dear? Are you done? I've got fresh pot pie for you," said the cheerful old lady.
My stomach grumbled, so I followed her into the kitchen, as we walked down the halls, I noticed something, something very very strange. The ground was covered in strange markings. There were these claw like marks all over the floor. Some of them were so old, they were worn smooth, but others were fresh, and just as we walked into the kitchen I noticed one had fresh blood.
My stomach churned. My brain screamed danger. I had to get out of that house, that was one thing I knew for certain. I needed to leave. But how?
The old lady steered me into the kitchen, and sat me down in the big chair at the end of the table, her husband sat smiling at the other end, just sitting there. She cut me a large helping of the potpie and set it before me, but cut none for herself.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I questioned.
"Oh no, dear," she said. "We don't eat pot pies."
I stared at my food. I was starving I knew that much, but I also knew I could eat this. That much was obvious.
"Is something wrong dearie?"
I gulped, and grabbed my fork. The old couple just stared at me, smiling. I moved the fork towards the pie and their smiles got bigger. There was way too many teeth in their mouths.
"NOPE!" I shouted, quickly flipping the table onto them and running for the door.
"GET BACK HERE HALF BLOOD!" shouted the old lady, her voice turning strangely deep.
I screamed, running into the thrift store, and throwing racks of clothes on the ground. Heavy footsteps sounded behind me and I glanced back. The old couple had turned into some sort of strange creepy two headed snake monster.
"THAT AIN'T RIGHT!" I shouted, horrified. I tripped backwards, falling into a rather boring looking fake garden fountain.
"You smell powerful," said the monster. "I can't wait to eat you up, dearie!"
"Uh uh," I said, closing my eyes. My stomach did flops, and I could feel the water raise up a little, then suddenly I was engulfed in a stream of boiling hot water. I mean HOT water. It was scalding. It should have burned my skin off, but it didn't. It didn't hurt me at all. It was uncomfortably warm, but it didn't hurt. The monster however, disagreed. It screamed and howled with pain, before disintegrating into a weird yellow dust.
"Okay," I said. "Now I'm really freaked out."
The water flowed back into the fountain, and I stood up, not even wet. I stared at my hands. I was shaking. I closed my eyes, taking deep breathes to calm myself down, then I got busy. I grabbed one of the nicer jackets off a rack, a black leather one that was kind of cool looking, then moved to the cash register for some change.
Was it wrong of me to steal? Yes, absolutely, but they just tried to kill me so I didn't really care about their dumb store. I used to keys next to the register, to take all of their cash, down to the last penny. Then grabbed some extra clothes, a backpack, and a blanket, and took their car keys.
I didn't know what was going on or who I was. But I knew I'd find my answers in New York.
Just maybe had to stop for some tacos first.

Notes

I'll only continue this story if people like it. I've got loads of ideas, so I'm only going to keep the ones you like going. If you want the rest, make sure to tell me!!!


-Kimi'Kiwi

Comments

I love this so much!!!!

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11/9/18