The Revenge
Of
Typhon
~ Demigods and Titans: Book # 1~
By E. G. Lenac
I am Attacked by Killer Fish-Kids
My name is Evan Matt Lenac, and I have a brother named Caeden. He’s two, I’m 9 ½. My cousin/half-brother, Jack, is 12. My dad married my Mom and my Aunt, so they both had kids with the same dad. My Mom has a new husband, John. While he was my dad (and he still is) instead of my other dad whom-I-don’t-know, mom had Caeden.
I must’ve been coughing in my sleep, because when I got out of bed and climbed down the stairs, Mom said, “Hey Ev, could you go back to your room for a sec? I heard you coughing.”
I apparently fell asleep again, because I woke up to a loud knocking on the door “Evan!” my Mom said, “Come out!” I got up, finally noticing my stomach, and bounded down the stairs.
“Seriously Evan!” Jack (who lives with me) exclaimed, “You’re acting like its Christmas!” “Oooooooh, sorry,” I said sarcastically, “I didn’t know it was a rule to not be hungry. Anyway, it’s almost Christmas.”
Mom said “Now boys… let’s all eat, I have dinner ready,” she looked at our surprised faces and said with a small laugh, “I mean…breakfast.”
We were halfway through our meal of cereal when Caeden started crying. “I’ll get him,” said my Aunt, Alison. Though John (“Dad”) was the one to get him.
Later, after we finished breakfast, I got up to do homeschooling on the loft computer with Jack. “Evan,” Mom interrupted, “I enrolled you in a new school, a public one. Allison did the same with Jack,” my Mom said, “I promise you; it’ll be a lot of fun!” She also said, “You’ll be going there tomorrow; so you can do your homeschooling for today.” I shrugged.
I struggled through Math (Jeez, long division is hard!), ate lunch (Boiled eggs, mmm…), breezed through Science (I learned about erosion in second grade!), and aced Social Studies (Ancient Greeks).
I ate dinner, then went upstairs, crawled into the bottom bunk, and passed out.
I woke up the next day when Jack cannonballed out of the top bunk, onto me.
The clock read 7:01. Can’t be late for school.
Caeden screamed something like “EWVAN! CO BACK!” as Allison took Jack and I out the door for school. I didn’t have time for breakfast.
First, I don’t like buses. I’ve only been on one once before. Yeah, the no-safety-belt part is cool, but it makes me get this feeling in my gut like I’m falling at light-speed off the Chicago Sears Tower.
Second, I don’t like to be in public all the time.
School was the best of both words, so I decided to walk there. Using street corners and smelly alleys, I got there faster than you can say “Windows XP Professional.”
Once we got to Hartnet Middle School, Jack went wacko. His eyes bugged, and you could almost say there was something cartoony about him. Were there little moons and stars flying above his head? Did his eyes glow in the dark? I saw that he was staring at the building.
That was the tackiest paint job I’d seen in my life. Bright orange, acid green and flaming, neon blue. I knew it was a crazy paint job, but not that crazy. IF you are scared of colors, it would make you act like that, but I couldn’t figure it out (especially since Jack just unfroze and stared at me back).
“What the-.” He said, looking past my shoulder, but it was too late. “STAMPEDE!” I screamed, as a parade of kids got off the bus.
“-heck,” Jack finished. “That was close,” I said. The bell rang. “We’d better go in,” I suggested.
If the outside was bad, the inside was worse. There were rows of prison cell-like lockers, a Dr.-Frankenstein’s-lab type Principal’s office, and a Dentition Center that looked like Dracula’s Castle.
Once we got to Math, there were about thirty-five guys, and twenty-five girls.
Everybody stared at us when we sat down.
I leaned over and muttered in Jack’s ear, “Welcome to Jurassic Park.” Jack snorted.
Later, after Math and Science and English and History, we went to the gym.
On my way, I heard a voice. “Elate edaw…” I was in the doorway of the gym before I realized I had understood it perfectly: “Come here.” Somebody wanted me, and I was gonna figure out who. “Elate edaw,” “Elate edaw,” the voice chanted. I ran into the gym and almost crashed into the opposing team of basketball players. “Ave,” the biggest teammate said. The others smiled and bowed creepily. I stared at them. They looked like thirteen year-olds that had been mutated with Dr. Frankenstein DNA. Once again, I had a delay in understanding them. They had said, “Hello.”
Creepy. Now they were probably going to start giving me wedgies.
Everybody was in the gym.
“Okay, basketball time.” The coach had a metal ball cage full of basketballs, and emptied it into an enclosed area, like a ball pit. “Your goal is to lift all of the basketballs out, and at least try to get one in the hoop,” the coach said, “In one minute.”
Then something happened. The other team grew considerably larger, five foot ten, six foot three… but it didn’t stop there. They kept growing until they were seven foot two. The coach said, “C’mon, thirty seconds! Jeez you haven’t moved at all!” like he didn’t see anything wrong.
Then the strangest thing of all happened. Like a humanoid lake monster in a Sci Fi movie, they sprouted shark tails and dorsal fins.
Now let me tell you something. What is worse than a five foot ten teenager with bloodshot eyes and the air of someone who wants to give you a wedgie, is a seven foot two teenager with bloodshot eyes, shark fins, very sharp teeth, and the air of someone who wants to give you a wedgie.
I did the only logical thing. I screamed, “AAAAAAAH! HEEELP!”
They started stalking forward, shark tails thrashing. I started to become woozy. I didn’t have a weapon, will, or conscience.
***
“Oh, you’re awake at last!” I heard someone say, as I regained conscience. “I wonder how long he’s been awake.” Someone was hurrying into the room. “Wh- where am I?” I croaked. “You’re just in the school doctor,” she said.
Without warning, she put a needle in my arm that worked as a tranquilizer. My head hit the pillow, hard.
I woke up in my bed. I looked at the clock. Midnight. I looked out my window. I felt a strange urge to get out there and find a safe place. That sounded nice. I decided to pack. I scribbled a list down on a piece of paper: Food, Water, assorted blankets, precious things, and a box of cookies. That sounded nice. I thought, hesitated, and scribbled pen, paper, and envelope.
There. Now the trouble was getting it, getting out, and getting past Jack. Jack followed me secretly downstairs though. Once everything was in the pack, I flung myself outside.
It was cold. It was windy. It was… Jack!Of
Typhon
~ Demigods and Titans: Book # 1~
By E. G. Lenac
I am Attacked by Killer Fish-Kids
My name is Evan Matt Lenac, and I have a brother named Caeden. He’s two, I’m 9 ½. My cousin/half-brother, Jack, is 12. My dad married my Mom and my Aunt, so they both had kids with the same dad. My Mom has a new husband, John. While he was my dad (and he still is) instead of my other dad whom-I-don’t-know, mom had Caeden.
I must’ve been coughing in my sleep, because when I got out of bed and climbed down the stairs, Mom said, “Hey Ev, could you go back to your room for a sec? I heard you coughing.”
I apparently fell asleep again, because I woke up to a loud knocking on the door “Evan!” my Mom said, “Come out!” I got up, finally noticing my stomach, and bounded down the stairs.
“Seriously Evan!” Jack (who lives with me) exclaimed, “You’re acting like its Christmas!” “Oooooooh, sorry,” I said sarcastically, “I didn’t know it was a rule to not be hungry. Anyway, it’s almost Christmas.”
Mom said “Now boys… let’s all eat, I have dinner ready,” she looked at our surprised faces and said with a small laugh, “I mean…breakfast.”
We were halfway through our meal of cereal when Caeden started crying. “I’ll get him,” said my Aunt, Alison. Though John (“Dad”) was the one to get him.
Later, after we finished breakfast, I got up to do homeschooling on the loft computer with Jack. “Evan,” Mom interrupted, “I enrolled you in a new school, a public one. Allison did the same with Jack,” my Mom said, “I promise you; it’ll be a lot of fun!” She also said, “You’ll be going there tomorrow; so you can do your homeschooling for today.” I shrugged.
I struggled through Math (Jeez, long division is hard!), ate lunch (Boiled eggs, mmm…), breezed through Science (I learned about erosion in second grade!), and aced Social Studies (Ancient Greeks).
I ate dinner, then went upstairs, crawled into the bottom bunk, and passed out.
I woke up the next day when Jack cannonballed out of the top bunk, onto me.
The clock read 7:01. Can’t be late for school.
Caeden screamed something like “EWVAN! CO BACK!” as Allison took Jack and I out the door for school. I didn’t have time for breakfast.
First, I don’t like buses. I’ve only been on one once before. Yeah, the no-safety-belt part is cool, but it makes me get this feeling in my gut like I’m falling at light-speed off the Chicago Sears Tower.
Second, I don’t like to be in public all the time.
School was the best of both words, so I decided to walk there. Using street corners and smelly alleys, I got there faster than you can say “Windows XP Professional.”
Once we got to Hartnet Middle School, Jack went wacko. His eyes bugged, and you could almost say there was something cartoony about him. Were there little moons and stars flying above his head? Did his eyes glow in the dark? I saw that he was staring at the building.
That was the tackiest paint job I’d seen in my life. Bright orange, acid green and flaming, neon blue. I knew it was a crazy paint job, but not that crazy. IF you are scared of colors, it would make you act like that, but I couldn’t figure it out (especially since Jack just unfroze and stared at me back).
“What the-.” He said, looking past my shoulder, but it was too late. “STAMPEDE!” I screamed, as a parade of kids got off the bus.
“-heck,” Jack finished. “That was close,” I said. The bell rang. “We’d better go in,” I suggested.
If the outside was bad, the inside was worse. There were rows of prison cell-like lockers, a Dr.-Frankenstein’s-lab type Principal’s office, and a Dentition Center that looked like Dracula’s Castle.
Once we got to Math, there were about thirty-five guys, and twenty-five girls.
Everybody stared at us when we sat down.
I leaned over and muttered in Jack’s ear, “Welcome to Jurassic Park.” Jack snorted.
Later, after Math and Science and English and History, we went to the gym.
On my way, I heard a voice. “Elate edaw…” I was in the doorway of the gym before I realized I had understood it perfectly: “Come here.” Somebody wanted me, and I was gonna figure out who. “Elate edaw,” “Elate edaw,” the voice chanted. I ran into the gym and almost crashed into the opposing team of basketball players. “Ave,” the biggest teammate said. The others smiled and bowed creepily. I stared at them. They looked like thirteen year-olds that had been mutated with Dr. Frankenstein DNA. Once again, I had a delay in understanding them. They had said, “Hello.”
Creepy. Now they were probably going to start giving me wedgies.
Everybody was in the gym.
“Okay, basketball time.” The coach had a metal ball cage full of basketballs, and emptied it into an enclosed area, like a ball pit. “Your goal is to lift all of the basketballs out, and at least try to get one in the hoop,” the coach said, “In one minute.”
Then something happened. The other team grew considerably larger, five foot ten, six foot three… but it didn’t stop there. They kept growing until they were seven foot two. The coach said, “C’mon, thirty seconds! Jeez you haven’t moved at all!” like he didn’t see anything wrong.
Then the strangest thing of all happened. Like a humanoid lake monster in a Sci Fi movie, they sprouted shark tails and dorsal fins.
Now let me tell you something. What is worse than a five foot ten teenager with bloodshot eyes and the air of someone who wants to give you a wedgie, is a seven foot two teenager with bloodshot eyes, shark fins, very sharp teeth, and the air of someone who wants to give you a wedgie.
I did the only logical thing. I screamed, “AAAAAAAH! HEEELP!”
They started stalking forward, shark tails thrashing. I started to become woozy. I didn’t have a weapon, will, or conscience.
***
“Oh, you’re awake at last!” I heard someone say, as I regained conscience. “I wonder how long he’s been awake.” Someone was hurrying into the room. “Wh- where am I?” I croaked. “You’re just in the school doctor,” she said.
Without warning, she put a needle in my arm that worked as a tranquilizer. My head hit the pillow, hard.
I woke up in my bed. I looked at the clock. Midnight. I looked out my window. I felt a strange urge to get out there and find a safe place. That sounded nice. I decided to pack. I scribbled a list down on a piece of paper: Food, Water, assorted blankets, precious things, and a box of cookies. That sounded nice. I thought, hesitated, and scribbled pen, paper, and envelope.
There. Now the trouble was getting it, getting out, and getting past Jack. Jack followed me secretly downstairs though. Once everything was in the pack, I flung myself outside.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Following you!”
“Fine, come with me to… wherever we’re going.”
“You don’t know?”
“I’m working on it!”
We continued in our negative conversation for the next block, until Jack said, “Fine. Just stop snapping.”
I suddenly cut across an alley. There. That red building. That place seemed safe. “D’you wanna go there?” I asked Jack. I figured he’d take it rhetorically, but he said, “Sure.”
We walked over. And…
“It’s deserted,” Jack said.
I muttered ‘great’ and moved on.
“Y’know what? This was a crazy idea anyway,” Jack said. I agreed.
"Evan… Evan!" Someone was shaking me.
“Wh-what?” I asked dumbly.
I was in the gym room, surrounded by teenagers that were out cold, and a very surprised coach.
The venture had been a dream.
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