Welcome to Hell

Random Kids and Kidnapped

So recently I've been asked about the origin of Oceana Fallen, one of the main characters in my other fanfic The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome and why I have her name on my necklace. I'm currently writing this into a full length novel with the intentions of being published, but I thought it'll be nice to show how she all got started.

"Hiya!"

I look up from where I've been sitting and stare into the face of a small, snaggle toothed boy. No more than ten, tops. A mess of black curls tightly wound, but cut close to his ears so they wouldn't give him an afro. His shirt has a MineCraft symbol on it, something resembling a green snake with legs. Probably thinks it'll help him pass as a hardcore gamer of sorts.

"Hi," I say back, looking back into my book. The library is full of people, and all I wanted to do was read my novel.

"You smell funny."

"Gee thanks kid," I said as I close my book, putting a bookmark where I left off. "Maybe if you stick around long enough you'll catch it."

He didn't catch the hint, sadly. He smiled sweetly back at me before sticking out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jaden."

"Sam. Now go back to your mom or something. I'm busy doing a project for school."

"You come in here everyday, Miss. From opening to closing. Is it really a project for school?"

I groan, putting my book down and standing up. "Listen, Jaden. I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you got to say. Please just leave me alone."

Truth was, I have been coming here everyday. For a month now. The librarian here likes me, and offered me a job last week to help stack the books. It's a small town library, a few hours out from the big city that when you hear the name "New York" you automatically think of. Rather than paying me, we've agreed that I can stay at her place down the road, and she'll give me lunch. I know most kids my age go to school, but in New York State you can drop out at sixteen with no repercussion, so she just assumed that I went with that.

"I haven't smelt your scent on a half-blood. Ever."

"Half-!" I bite back a cuss at him, as he's only ten and his mom wouldn't appreciate it if I taught him a whole new vocabulary. "I'll have you know that I showered this morning!"

He looks me back up and down once more before looking me in the eyes. His face is ten, but his eyes say he's seen the worst things anyone can see. War. Death. Loss of loved ones. Maybe I'm reading too far into things. "I never said you did."

I check my watch and start heading towards the counter. Break over. Wasted talking to a kid rather than finding out what happens to Baz and Simon in the next chapter. He follows me, like a little lost pup.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I growl. Not a deep throaty kind of talking like most people do when you hear the word "growl" next to a dialogue. This one is a literal growl. The kind you'd hear from a dog. I don't know how I made it, but it's been natural to me as long as I can remember.

"Graduated two years ago from high school. Don't suppose I look it, do I?" He laughs lightly, sitting on the counter, ignoring my glare. "I'd like to offer you a deal, Sam."

I roll my eyes. Maybe if I don't talk to him he'll go away. All I need is a pesky ten year old attempting to make deals with me just so he can touch my boobs.

I began to walk away towards a shelf, but he grabs my wrist to stop me. I consider slapping him, but instead decide on just wrenching my arm away from him and calling security. Except something stops me. A scent, something I long since forgotten what it smelled like.