Hey, guys, some of my chapters will be short, but I'm totally new to fanpop, so cut me some slack. But feel free to criticize. Prologue:
Nico
Dark. And damp. Not to mention cold. Never could forget the cold.
Nico diAngelo simply pulled his avatar jacket around him to keep warm. This place was a prison. An earthy prison, and the only ones who would probably like it (if they weren't chained to the ground) would be malevolent tree huggers. Not Grover kind. Gaea kind. And who likes those kind of people who like blackened trees growing poison apples and machetes made of black mist?
Not Nico.
Usually, he'd like black, and he still did, but not so much anymore. If he was allowed out, then maybe so. But he wasn't. Nope. Nico was chained with earthen tendrils to the dusty ground and rocking back and forth silently. After being here for a few days, he'd concluded he was going crazy.
Evidence 1: he ran into the wall while pacing.
Evidence 2: he started biting on CHAINS, hoping to get out.
And evidence 3: he wanted to get out of here so he tried to write 'help' on the dirt with his finger and write his predicament as well. What he ended up writing was, 'Billy Bob Joe met Chuck Norris, the two met Santa Claus, who ran over someone's grandma two seconds later, then Mario came and banged Chuck on the head, and then Justin Bieber appeared singing Michael Jackson'.
He looked at his ravings when he was done and swiped it away, disgusted. Yep, he was going crazy. Not to mention he spelled Chuck, Santa, grandma, Bieber, and Michael wrong. Stupid dyslexia.
He pressed his knees to his chest. His cell had no bars, no windows, nothing. It reminded him of his father's jail cells, and he didn't exactly appreciate the resemblance. His clothes were tattered from torment and his face covered in cuts and bruises. A lot had happened in the past three days. Everyday, Gaea took him to the torture chamber where he would be electrified by some mysterious force. It hurt. Bad. And she never let up, nope. She came down hard as a rock. Her plan was to weaken him before his friends could find him, and if they did find him in time, he'd already be pretty much dead so he'd be useless.
Nico [i/i]hated[i/i] being useless. It was no fun to go down and tell Hades, 'Hey Dad, guess what? I got captured and now I'm dead so you get to see your son twenty four seven! Yippee!' He didn't want to imagine what would happen then. Even if he went to Elysium, it would do no good, as his father would be visibly upset. California, get ready for an earthquake.
He thought of Hazel. She'd be worried. And scared. And probably confused. He tried to think WHY he had brought her out of Asphodel, but it was like his memory was slipping. He could barely remember his father's face, much less Percy Jackson. In three days. Wow, he was weak. And Percy was going to kill him. Why was that?
He shook his head. Yep definitely going crazy.
Bang! He no longer jumped at that sound. He simply sat there and closed his eyes. Strong hands grabbed his arms and unlocked the chains. He heard the two guards shuffle around and stand oneither side of him. One kicked him.
"Move," he snapped. "The Earth wants to talk to you."
He figured it would do him no good to open his eyes. It was practically pitch dark if you opened them. And the guards kept him going in the same direction with a series of shoves. He had a lot to worry about.
But getting lost wasn't one of them.
Nico
Dark. And damp. Not to mention cold. Never could forget the cold.
Nico diAngelo simply pulled his avatar jacket around him to keep warm. This place was a prison. An earthy prison, and the only ones who would probably like it (if they weren't chained to the ground) would be malevolent tree huggers. Not Grover kind. Gaea kind. And who likes those kind of people who like blackened trees growing poison apples and machetes made of black mist?
Not Nico.
Usually, he'd like black, and he still did, but not so much anymore. If he was allowed out, then maybe so. But he wasn't. Nope. Nico was chained with earthen tendrils to the dusty ground and rocking back and forth silently. After being here for a few days, he'd concluded he was going crazy.
Evidence 1: he ran into the wall while pacing.
Evidence 2: he started biting on CHAINS, hoping to get out.
And evidence 3: he wanted to get out of here so he tried to write 'help' on the dirt with his finger and write his predicament as well. What he ended up writing was, 'Billy Bob Joe met Chuck Norris, the two met Santa Claus, who ran over someone's grandma two seconds later, then Mario came and banged Chuck on the head, and then Justin Bieber appeared singing Michael Jackson'.
He looked at his ravings when he was done and swiped it away, disgusted. Yep, he was going crazy. Not to mention he spelled Chuck, Santa, grandma, Bieber, and Michael wrong. Stupid dyslexia.
He pressed his knees to his chest. His cell had no bars, no windows, nothing. It reminded him of his father's jail cells, and he didn't exactly appreciate the resemblance. His clothes were tattered from torment and his face covered in cuts and bruises. A lot had happened in the past three days. Everyday, Gaea took him to the torture chamber where he would be electrified by some mysterious force. It hurt. Bad. And she never let up, nope. She came down hard as a rock. Her plan was to weaken him before his friends could find him, and if they did find him in time, he'd already be pretty much dead so he'd be useless.
Nico [i/i]hated[i/i] being useless. It was no fun to go down and tell Hades, 'Hey Dad, guess what? I got captured and now I'm dead so you get to see your son twenty four seven! Yippee!' He didn't want to imagine what would happen then. Even if he went to Elysium, it would do no good, as his father would be visibly upset. California, get ready for an earthquake.
He thought of Hazel. She'd be worried. And scared. And probably confused. He tried to think WHY he had brought her out of Asphodel, but it was like his memory was slipping. He could barely remember his father's face, much less Percy Jackson. In three days. Wow, he was weak. And Percy was going to kill him. Why was that?
He shook his head. Yep definitely going crazy.
Bang! He no longer jumped at that sound. He simply sat there and closed his eyes. Strong hands grabbed his arms and unlocked the chains. He heard the two guards shuffle around and stand oneither side of him. One kicked him.
"Move," he snapped. "The Earth wants to talk to you."
He figured it would do him no good to open his eyes. It was practically pitch dark if you opened them. And the guards kept him going in the same direction with a series of shoves. He had a lot to worry about.
But getting lost wasn't one of them.
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