Between Two Worlds - A Solangelo Story Chapter 1: Episode 1, Prologue, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't the characters, they belong to Rick Riordan. I don't own the plot, it belongs to MBC. I just joined them for fun.

Writing Styles:

- Normal description.

- "Normal conversation."

- Important event / place.

- "Reporters from TV."

- Thoughts.

- 'Screams from extras'

- "Information from the event."

Episode 1: Prologue

What if I told you that there's a parallel world living inside your own?

One you have no idea it's there?

Of course, you don't believe me... In that case, I'll show you...

Athens, Greece / New York, United States - 2004

"Shall we take a look at different events of the 2004 Athens Olympics?"

Houses, streets and different workplaces were hearing these words right now. People didn't want to lose the moment when one of their own could be holding a gold medal. The moment of pride was about to come, though, as presenters focused on just one person.

"There is some very welcome news from the shooting team. Right now at the shooting venue, the 50-meter range finals are being held for men. Our American athlete Nico di Angelo is showing unexpected growth."

"Yes. He is very young, yet is showing us great skills."

"He is only in his junior year in high school, yet he is overcoming a great thing in the Olympics. I think we can look forward to something surprising."

"Yes, we should cheer him on."

"Yes, as we look forward to a surprise gold medal, we will turn the screen over to the shooting center."

All eyes of the nation were now on the shooting range, paying attention to just one young man, ignoring the words of the journalist that were explaining it for everyone at home.

"Yes, this is the Markópoulo Olympic Shooting Centre. The men's 50-meter pistol event finals have already begun. American athlete Nico di Angelo is aiming for the gold medal. Coming in at 5th place from the preliminaries, currently, after shooting his 7th shot, Athlete Nico di Angelo is leading at first."

"Nico di Angelo, Line 3. 10.6"

All eyes were now on the young yet-of-age Nico di Angelo. Although wearing his uniform paid him no favors, his young face was showing how relaxed he was. He could even be considered a rebellious man in terms of rules, not only for being young in a group of older competitors, nor because of his hair falling slightly over his protection glass, but by the way he would stare at his competitors with a smirk in place. Girls around the world would be swooning for his beauty, and that smirk, no doubt.

"Ukraine, Ivan Asimov, Line 4. 9.9"

Unlike Nico, his Ukraine counterpart, Ivan Asimov, showed the seriousness and respect his competitors and the sport deserved. He looked focused and proud of using the colors of his country. In fact, all the rest of the competitors were looking the same way.

Nico di Angelo was the odd one.

And everyone had noticed that.

"Honestly, in the beginning, Nico di Angelo wasn't an athlete we were expecting a gold medal from. The athletes next to him are currently 1st, 2nd, and 3rd in the world."

"That's right. It seems like Nico di Angelo has become a national representative for the first time and this is his first experience on an international stage."

"Yes, it is. This 17-year-old young athlete is doing very well amongst the internationally ranked. [...] We'll see as Nico di Angelo athlete has been doing a very good job so far."

"For the next competition shot, load."

A pin could have dropped and everyone would have turned to it demanding silence. The tension would be felt in the air as the competitors did as asked and loaded their weapons.

"Attention."

Everyone's arms and eyes were focused on their lines and aim respectively.

"Three, two, one. Start."

Everyone takes their time.

"Now, it is the 8th shot."

Bang.

"10.2. A 10.2 came out! 10.2!"

Behind the lines, Nico di Angelo's coach and father could be seen celebrating this while his Ukraine counterpart looked slightly worried.

"Asimov got 9.5! 9.5. Now if this happens, it won't be very easy to catch up."

"That's true, but Athlete Nico di Angelo can't celebrate prematurely. Until the end, until the end, he must stay calm.

The only words Nico could hear at the moment were from his father on the sidelines. Unknown to him, he was repeating exactly what the sports commentators were saying.

"Until the end, calmly with concentration."

"Yes, it seems like the coach is telling him to be calm right now."

"Yes the person you're looking at now, Coach Hades di Angelo, this man is Nico di Angelo athlete's father."

"Yes, that's right."

"After training him to focus, he made it here within 3 years under the team."

"Wow, it seems like he's a born athlete. Now, Athlete Nico di Angelo. Okay, now it's the 9th shot."

"Attention. Three, two, one. Start."

Bang.

"What is going on? It seems like he was thinking too much. 7.9. A 7.9 came out."

Here, Hades sighed and suffered a little bit. An almost perfect score before and now, a 7.9? What was wrong? Even Nico could be getting a little nervous over the result. However, Ivan Asimov looked more relieved than anything after his shot.

"A very critical mistake has been made in the 9th shot. Ukraine's Asimov athlete got 10.2."

"So he got a 10.2. Now if this happens, he overtook him by 0.2 points."

"Ah, yes. 653.4 and 653.2. Now with a mere difference of 0.2 points, the color of the medal is at stake at the final shot. I guess the strength of age is coming out now at the last stand. Is inexperience holding Athlete Nico di Angelo back?"

"It seems so. With it being his first international competition... But still! Athlete Nico di Angelo can do more than well. He has to concentrate until the end, until the end."

"Yes."

"For the next competition shot, load. Attention. Three, two, one. Start."

Upon hearing those words, Nico grabbed his weapon and loaded it, blowing at the cartridge to calm himself or good luck, knowing that he would only have one more chance to win the gold medal. Anyone at home would consider that earning a silver medal with only seventeen years it was a proud moment itself.

"It's a nerve-wracking moment. Now, it's the last, the 10th shot."

"10.4. Asimov athlete has shot a 10.4."

"The restraint of Asimov is quite outstanding."

"Now if this happens, Nico di Angelo athlete has no choice but to shoot more than a 10.7."

"Nico di Angelo is still just holding out. He needs to shoot during the given 75 seconds, but it seems like he's very nervous."

"He needs to empty his mind, Athlete Kang."

Even Nico's father, Hades was getting worried at the non-action of his son. He didn't have a choice but to pressure him.

"Nico, shoot. I said shoot!"

"Honestly, even coming this far is a big accomplishment."

"It is. All the other athletes have shot their last bullet, but Athlete Nico di Angelo has still not shot."

"At this point, he needs to shoot."

"Now, 55 seconds have passed. He seems to be shaking, Athlete Nico di Angelo. /i

"He needs to shoot as it is."

"He has to at least earn a bronze medal."

"Now, there are 5 seconds remaining, 5 seconds. Now, five, four, three-"

"He needs to hurry!"

"-two, one."

"He's shot. He's shot with one second left on the clock. The result is... 10.9! 10.9! It really is 10.9!"

No one could believe the result! The crowd went wild while the still shocked Nico di Angelo celebrated the shot with his father, who couldn't hide his happiness- if jumping onto his son's arms were any indications. People all around the world who had rooted for the young man were jumping and screaming in excitement while the photographers were quick to join the celebrating pair and snapping pictures.

Other coaches were trying to console their athletes, knowing that it was a fair shot.

"It's really a gold medal!"

"It's a gold medal! So very impressive. Isn't he only 17?"

"It's the newest star, Nico di Angelo!"

"It works! It works, it works!"

It was a quiet afternoon in the di Angelo house. In fact, it was a soccer night! Hades was sitting on the couch of his home, along with his wife Maria and his two youngest children, Bianca and Hazel, shouting at the TV while the game was still ongoing.

You know, typical sports night.

"He's dribbling. Go! Go! Breakthrough! Through!"

"Over there over there!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Victory! This way that way!"

The house was decorated with the pride and joy that was Nico, even his younger sisters admired him. Medals and trophies were elegantly displayed for everyone to see, along with newspaper articles and pictures of the most recent event, the Olympics. And, at the center of this picture display, a family photo that showed the love of the family.

"In between, in between! shoot!"

"Shoot! In between!"

"Go Go Go."

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"It's going up, it's going up! Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"What was that!"

However, everything was about to go terribly wrong.

"Is it Nico?" Maria was the first one that heard the door being opened. Soccer game being forgotten, she got up from the couch where she was seated and went greet her only son, the only way a worried and loving mother would do. "Why are you coming now?" Upon hearing his wife, Hades decided to send a friendly jab to his son.

"Where have you been going around, missing such an important game? It's the ending."

Maria's face changed from happiness at the jab of her husband to son to fear when seeing the person in front of her. To pure shock.

Not hearing his wife or son talking or even walking into the home for a few minutes, Hades started to worry about. Especially when hearing a loud noise, as if someone or something had fallen to the ground. He got up and shared a last glance at his girls who were enjoying the game.

"Climax! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

"Pass, pass! Come on!"

"Goal!"

Seeing his wife on the floor only gave him more questions than answers.

"Honey?"

The blood pooling under her head stunned him, but not more like the weapon being pointed at him.

"Shoot, shoot."

Hades di Angelo knew no more.

"Goal!"

The set of parents ignored that the intruder wouldn't leave yet. He calmly walked to where the girls were, enjoying the game and ignoring the whole situation. Right now in their minds, soccer was the most important thing"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

Bianca di Angelo saw his first. Her surprised face was short lived as she fell onto the floor the same way that her parents did. With a bullet to the head.

"Let's go!"

The youngest, Hazel, had just realized that her sister had fallen to the floor and, curious and fearful turned around from her seat, watching the frightening sight of a gun being pointed at her temple.

She didn't have time to run or do something else.

"Today's news. Two days ago we reported the murder case of a whole family in Putnam Lake. The police determined the most likely suspect of the case is the son Nico di Angelo, the Athens Olympics gold medalist. Let's go to the scene."

People could not believe what the reporters were saying. Not long ago, the entire country had been celebrating the winning of the young man and now, his life would be turned upside down because of this.

"Yes, I'm here at the Putnam Police Station. A little earlier, national athlete, Nico di Angelo was just arrested on a charge of murdering his parents. di Angelo arrested as a suspect in Putnam family murder case. The national shooting team coach Hades di Angelo and his wife Maria di Angelo, their daughters Bianca, and Hazel were found shot in their living room on the morning of the 15th."

The gruesome sight of the young man being dragged from a police car and into the police station. Nico tried to hide his face but the shock was obvious as the photographers and journalists wanted the sight of him. Group of forensics was working on his family home, processing it. Thankfully, the bodies of the di Angelo family had been removed.

"While the police were interrogating Nico di Angelo, who was not at home during the time of the incident, Among the trash bags located 500 meters away from the murder scene, the pistol the culprit used was found."

The police were quick into making a statement for the hungry reporters.

"With the 5.5 mm pistol that was found near the crime scene. There we found the victims' blood as well as the fingerprints of the son, Nico di Angelo."

"The pistol used in the crime was confirmed by the police to be the pistol Nico di Angelo used in the Olympics."

"Yes, there is no way but for this to be a shocking case. Reporter Kim, don't many of the citizens remember the touching moment from the Athens Olympics? That youthful appearance when running into the arms of his father is still fresh in our minds. If Nico di Angelo is really the culprit, what could have been his motives?"

"The exact motives have not been revealed yet, but according to surrounding witnesses, after the Olympics, he quit shooting, and enrolled in a computer engineering school. They say this created tension between the father and son."

"Still, I don't think that reason alone would be enough to explain this horrific incident caused by the Olympian."

"That's true. For that reason, there was plenty of backlash against the prosecutor for so hastily arresting him."

While this was happening, Nico was sitting on a chair in an interrogation cell, hearing the prosecutor asking- no, demanding answers and painting a picture of him being the murderer.

"We have two witnesses saying they saw you in the front of the building. How are you going to explain this?"

Nico kept quiet, not even looking at the prosecutor. However, prosecutor Zeus Olympia was only getting started.

"A week before the incident, you fought with your father, and you said you're about to die because he kept picking fights with you whenever he's annoyed. You told your friends while drinking that you wished your father would disappear, right?"

"No... I didn't..." Nico admitted. Yes, he wouldn't deny that his father was not happy that he would stop practicing the sport he loved, but not to kill him. However, Zeus was not even convinced.

"Alright. You must've wanted to become independent. Alright." Zeus getting up and facing around the interrogation room didn't help the already scared Nico. But that was his goal. "That's probably what happened. It doesn't mean that you should shoot your father." It was then when Nico realized that this was a man was dead set into blaming him for the murder of his family "When you were stopped you even shot your mother. As you were shooting, you didn't give a fuck about anyone and decided to shoot them all. Why? Were you suddenly afraid to die after you shot them all? You ran away and came back crying in front of the memorial portraits of your parents." Nico fought against the hold of Zeus, but Zeus had him tight, showing his control. "Do you know what they call bastards like you? Human trash. You need to be forever eliminated from this society. That's my job. Do you understand?"

It was then when Nico started to blame himself for the death of his family.

Between the arrest and the trial, while confined in prison, Nico only had one visitor: an old friend of his father called Chiron Brunner. Sadly, the man was in a wheelchair, which made it impossible for him to provide more than moral support at the moment.

"Nico... About that prosecutor in charge of your case, Zeus Olympia, he seems to harbor an overwhelming ambition." It was plain obvious for Chiron that Nico was innocent of his charge. "He is planning to go into politics. He seems determined to use your fame to further his position. You've been seized by the wrong person." Nico seemed to understand that however, neither could do anything about it. Sadly, Chiron wasn't finished. "And... it couldn't be postponed anymore so the funeral was held."

For the first time since his imprisonment, Nico di Angelo showed his emotions to someone else as a tear rolled down his cheek upon hearing that he couldn't and had missed his family's funeral.

"I made sure were all place in a sunny place where they would be the happiest, so don't worry too much. You can't get weak. I'm trying to find a way in over 100 possible ways, so have strength." Chiron tried to cheer him up, knowing it was a lost cause. That last information was too much for Nico as he began openly crying as his uncle in all but blood talked.

He was alone now.

The day of the trial had finally arrived and Nico was in front of the judges, hearing the argument of Zeus Olympia who was trying to blame him for the death of his family. Chiron was there, witnessing the trail but could do nothing.

"When the time and manner of the crime are considered, it is difficult to say it was unpremeditated. Without leaving out a single precaution, he flawlessly plotted to kill his family. It is a shocking moral abomination that shattered the first basic relationship in the Confucian school of thought- that's it, the relationship between parent and child. In addition, the defendant is a public figure. As a role model for youth, the shock that he caused to society is incomparable to any other case."

Nico slowly was comprehending what was happening. They- no, not they. Zeus Olympia alone wanted to use him to not only further his own career at politics but also make of himself an example for society, an example of what would happen if someone else commits the same horrific crime.

"As a way of arousing social moral consciousness, I recommend the most severe punishment under the law for the defendant Nico di Angelo; capital punishment. I strongly request this of you, your honor."

Except for Chiron Brunner in the front row who looked a little pale, the rest of the present at the trail were actively supporting this path of action. Shouts of 'He killed his family!', 'Die!' and 'How are you still a human after doing such thing?' were heard.

However, Nico was slowly putting pieces of a small puzzle together. Uncle Chiron had warned him about Zeus wanting to use him for furthering his career. Obviously, he had to ask for extreme punishment for it. But Nico knew he was innocent and by the looks, Zeus was giving him, he also knew that as well.

Which lead Nico to a horrific yet reasonable conclusion.

Zeus Olympia simply didn't care.

Ignoring that he was in court, Nico only had one goal in mind, to make the guilty pay for what they had done. And no one was more guilty now that Zeus Olympia. He pushed the table he was sitting in front of and launched at the prosecutor. To his shame, security guards stationed on the vicinity had acted quickly and restrained him, not allowing him to do anything more than to scream at him.

"You crazy bastard! How can you do this?" The smirk on Zeus' face was enough for Nico to accept his theory. "How can you do this?! You bastard!"

And here, it's when the real story begins...