All characters and character right belong to Rick Riordan. All I own is the plot and the parts of this story written by me (which is all of this book)

I groaned, peeling my head off the headrest in front of me. We'd swerved into a ditch. Great.

I looked over and saw Grover slumped against the seats. I shook his furry hip, panicked.

'You may be half farm-animal, but I can't lose you!' I thought desperately. He let out a low moan, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Food!" Grover muttered again. My mum was slumped in the front. My relief at Grover's life turned to horror as I saw the large piece of glass sticking out her abdomen. The shirt around it was soaked red, and blood was dripping on the seats. I scrambled into the front, desperately shaking her shoulder.

"Mum," I said, "mum, wake up! Please! Mum! Wake up!" My voice cracked, growing louder as I realised she was already gone. I screamed her name, but she refused to stir. Grover rolled over in the back seat, starting to wake up.

"Please, mu-" I sobbed, but a roar cut me off. I looked out the window at the beast that made my morning living hell.
He had coarse, chocolate-brown hair that grew thicker as it traveled up its chest. Meaty fists swung at its size, and it looked like it could easily crumple a BMW like I could a page of paper. His lower body were shaggy hindquarters, not unlike Grover's, but at the same time, nothing near his. While Grover's were smaller, and more nimble-looking, the beast's were large and meaty, and could've easily crushed a car by simply stepping on it. He was wearing nothing but a fuzzy loincloth that had started out white, but was now splattered with mud, and what looked to be suspiciously like blood.

His head was a sight for sore eyes. Instead of a face, he had a large snout, very similar to a bulls, but slightly human-like. A giant - was that bronze? - ring protruded from the snotty nostrils, the gleam it was casting in the morning sun obscured by the blood dried on it. He had beady black eyes, which glared at me with such a deep hatred you'd think I'd killed him before or something terrible. Curly brown hair covered his head, falling in his eyes.

The bull-man roared, and started clomping towards the car. Instead of feet he had large polished hooves, that could crush me in an instant, flattening me into a red Percy-Pancake. I really didn't want to be a Percy-Pancake.

My eyes widened as the monster ripped off the roof of the car like it was made of butter, throwing it behind him, where it decapitating several trees. I had a random thought about cans of tuna. I laughed at the craziness of the idea considering the current situation.

The man-bull hesitated as I chuckled, his meaty fists inches away from squeezing the life of me - judging by the smell of his breath, I was probably going to become his Mid-Morning snack - and his beady eyes glared, as if to say 'you dare insult me, puny human?'

He reached forward again, and I edge away from his hand, until I was squishing Grover against the car door, desperately trying to escape the fate that awaited me if he got his hands on me.

And then, as he was inches away from touching me face, there was a sound disturbingly similar to a gunshot, and the man-bull exploded in a shower of golden dust.

--//READ THIS//--
So. How was it, Guppies?
Should I change anything?
Yes. It was a cliffy. I know, I know, I'm evil, it's one of my best qualities.
A few things:
1. This is a version of the start of 'the Lightning thief,' all from memory. I haven't touched the book in about a week.
2. Percy's 9 years old here, not 12.
3. I know I killed Sally. Don't kill me.
Comment any mistakes I made, constructive criticism and feedback is always welcome!
Also, I'm looking for a cover, so if anyone could make that, I'd be SUPER grateful.
This is my big project, so I'll only start a new story when I'm finished or give it away, cuz I ain't giving this up. It's not getting abandoned, going on hold, any of that bullshit.
I don't care if you vote on this.
Can I have one comment before I update?
Please not an update comment.
Feedback. A funny remark about something. Suggestions on how the plot could go. A death threat for killing Sally. I'm all ears (and eyes?)
Bye, guppies!
~Merboy