Fan-Fiction... Bullseye

   Bullseye

   I knew I wasn’t normal.

   It wasn’t just the fact that I was adopted, or because I was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD. I saw things, weird things like creepy people and monsters. They usually sneered and smirked their snarly smiles at me. To this day, I had been hoping to meet someone like me.

   One afternoon my prayers were answered.

   Hallelujah!

   It happened the day I took a shortcut down an alleyway. One minute I was alone with the curious cats and rotting rubbish, then he appeared. Eight feet tall, crooked teeth, discoloured skin, and if I’m not mistaken, the cause of the atrocious aroma. It was like the worlds gases amassed into one place. His superior presence didn’t last long.

   A burly girl sprinted onto scene. The girl with the camouflage jacket had her hair float, caused by her spears tip. The moulded metal furiously flashed with energy as she charged. As quick as she entered, the monstrous man was dead. A little acrobatics and a flick of her wrist, the warrior held her trophy. The spear sat vertical as crimson blood wept down the shaft marking her hand. The tip now supported the monsters one and only eye the size of a tennis ball, a perfect hit right through the pupil.

   My eye refused to twitch as I looked upon her.

   “You need to come with me.”

   Those words bought me to camp. Camp Half-Blood.

   They gave me a debriefing, sugar-coating the facts. In the end it was just, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to be fighting for survival for the rest of my life.’

   Like the other campers, minus the satyrs, dryads, and nymphs, I was a Half-Blood. Half mortal and half God. Somewhere in the sky Mount Olympus sat high. To be frank, the Greek Gods were very much alive. Until I was claimed I wouldn’t know which God was my parent. I had no proper place.

   They set me up for orientation the same day I arrived. Rush, rush, rush.

   He had jet-black hair and murky green eyes. “Percy Jackson.”

   I shook his hand and introduced myself.

   “I know it’s a little mind blowing but you’ll get used to it,” he said.

   I rolled my eyes as I watched the Loch-Ness monster slink silently through the lake behind him.

   Percy laughed, “I can show you better than I could tell you.”

   I followed Percy Jackson, the legendary hero other campers mentioned, who had saved the world countless times. He showed me the fields of vines that birthed red infants. He showed me the big house, which had a mummy in the attic. He also showed me the stables, the pavilion where we would eat, and his cabin.

   “This is my cabin, I don’t have any half siblings to share it with yet.”

   A salty breeze brushed my hair as I gazed at the shells decorating the exterior. A small trident flowed along the doorframe. I wondered if he was good at surfing.

   We trekked back around the twelve cabins shaped like a ‘U’. Percy’s sat at the base as one of the three. He walked ahead hunched over.

   “Hey, guys!”

   We turned to see Grover the satyr trot towards us. His hooves clipped the ground trailing a dust cloud. His lower half gave him the ability to climb any hill like a goat. Grover slapped an arm over Percy’s shoulder, “Good seeing you both. Has Percy shown you the archery range yet? Com’on, let's go.”

   Grover jumped up and down dragging Percy as his tiny horns led the way. I followed like a child.

   Yellow straw were packed into bales, which leaned on brown crates. They lined along the backing shed, thick red lines indented the straw face. The bright leaves overhead blocked out the orange heat and the shadow cast a cool cave.

   I looked at the closest target while Grover sorted the equipment. I started to search for Percy when I spotted him. He sat in the darkest part of the shade, most of his features hidden from me. His eyes were dulled, almost hollow.

   I caught Grover's eyes as he ambled towards me with a long curved wooden stick. Its pale brown held strength as  it was imprisoned by a white string. I admired it thoroughly, "This is so cool, I've always wanted to do this."

   He handed over a quiver, arrows and finger tab. Grover ran me through the basics, making sure my performance was right. "You're a natural. Keep aiming. I'ma talk to Percy."

   Grover loped over to Percy and sat next to him. "You ok, Percy my man?"

   Reaching past my shoulder I grabbed an arrow by the nock and fletches. Percy's sigh filled the silence, "I don't know, Grover. After showing the newcomer my cabin, I saw her."

   "Annabeth?"

   "Yeah. Grover... I feel like there's something pushing us apart. It's like she's avoiding me, or maybe I'm not..." I set my arrow and pulled back, my elbow led the way. With my finger rested at the corner of my mouth the feathers brushed my flushed cheek. I aimed down the shaft of the arrow, then released.

   "You're not what?" Grover piped in. "You don't need to be anyone. Just be you. Maybe what's happening is that your words aren't hitting her right."

   My arrow split the red and straw gave way.

   I heard Grover's hooves clop against stones, "Maybe you need to hit her in the right spot."

   "You know, Grover." Percy voice wobbled. "You're a good friend. You may be right, I should talk to her."

   "There she is now," Grover said leaping to his feet while Percy scrambled to get his bearings.

   I stared at my protruding points then looked to see where Grover was indicating. The anxious hero was wiping dust off his blue jeans, "Where?"

   I could just make out a slim blonde under the shade of the stables roofing. What happened next surprised me.

   A burly girl sprinted towards the stables. She was wearing a camouflage jacket. Both girls embraced.

   Grover pointed his finger, "There. She's kissing..." He dropped his arm.

   Percy slid his hand through his hair, "Oh, man. I should have known."

   Grover slapped him on the back, "Sorry. You are so screwed. Clarisse is more in her league than you are."

   "Thanks, glad to know I have your support. I think she just needs a little space. Titans are easier to understand then girls." Percy smiled at me, "No offence."

   I grinned and took another arrow from the quiver. Both boys turned their back on the display. Grover trotted over and observed my shot, "Whoa. You split your own arrow. When Percy shoots he does Percy Jacksons. You just did a Robin Hood."

   Percy chuckled and slung an arm over my shoulder, "Nice shot, Robin. You'll fit in better than I ever did."

   I laughed, "Thanks, Percy. I could help you bullseye your girl."




   Most people do Fan-Fiction between Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, [Percabeth]
   I decided to break that. I then paired Annabeth with Clarisse who she usually doesn't get along with. And not many people do Fan-Fiction about them.
  
   Some Fan-Fiction links....
   Not all of them may be great, but it's just to establish how the characters are perceived. As well as knowing some of the relationships between them.

 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8261054/1/Something-New
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7213702/1/The-Jealousy-Game
 [R16] http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5822770/1/Turnabout-is-Fair-Play
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5909984/1/Sarah-grover
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6424505/2/The-Titan-s-Curse