Traitors

Hopefully it's good. ^^ Title gives a hint to further in the story... -wink wink-

by Bluestar1776.

Chapter 1
“Hi,” I muttered as someone walked by. “Hi. What’s your name? Nice weather we’re having.” Most of the people just ignored me. Well, ignored me or looked at me like I was a total freak.

Which I didn’t mind, probably because I was.

When I was little – four or five at the oldest – my parents had abandoned me. So, I pretty much lived on the streets now.

I lived in an abandoned grocery store. It was pretty nice, in all truth; hadn’t been abandoned for long. There was still some cash in the register when I first found it, enough to get me about a month’s worth of cheap food. They had a I-CEE machine, and a fridge full of Dr Pepper.

Pretty much all I needed to live on.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. There was only one person it could be.

“Knock, knock,” Brock muttered. He walked in and set down several carry-out boxes. They smelled like Chinese food.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” I asked. “I’m starving.” I opened up one of the boxes. Each of them had been stuffed with food.

“How did you get this much?” I asked him in amazement.

He shrugged. “Took some cash out of the register, went to Super China Buffet, told them I wanted seven buffets-to-go, stuffed ’em with food.”

He plopped down on the couch we’d brought in about a week ago. He looked over and grinned at me.

“Hey, while I was there, I saw something weird,” he told me. “They had a sign that said ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service.’ Well, that doesn’t mention a thing about pants. Do they think as long as they got a shirt and shoes on they can walk in and eat? I think seeing a person without pants on would be a lot more disturbing than seeing them without a shirt,” he pointed out.

I laughed. “Maybe they thought it sounded catchy because all of the words started with ‘s’. They thought it was so clever, they completely forgot about pants.”

Brock was my best friend. He was about two years older than me. He’d been abandoned too, and we’d often helped each other shoplift or beg for food. Naturally, when I’d found the grocery store, I’d offered to let him stay with me.

“So,” he said, taking a bite of eggroll, “I met this weird horse-thing today. Said it was a ‘centaur’ named ‘Chiron’ and that he was going to take me to a ‘special place’ for ‘people like me’.”

“What you do?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Called him insane and slapped him, naturally.”

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door.

“What do you want?” I yelled in my best friendly manner.

A man with pale blond hair and ice-blue eyes stepped in, followed by several other dudes in stupid-looking armor. The blond dude was like, seriously hot. Which was weird; I usually wasn’t attracted to guys with blond hair and blue eyes. I hated dudes who looked all pretty-pretty and talked about how awesome they were, and they usually had blond hair and blue eyes. I usually went for the shaggy-brown or black hair, funny, treats me like I’m a friend not a girl who he’s just being around because I’m hot.

The man smiled coldly. “Another bunch of half-bloods, eh?”

I smiled back. “Another insane dude, eh? You with the horse guy?”

He frowned. “Not in the least,” he growled. “My name is Luke.”