Chapter I

The boy swept his loose hair off his face. He looked upon the raging war around him, they were losing. They can't kill something that won't stay dead. They can't win this fight unless… unless he closes it.

He started to walk towards the front line, where most of his friends are desperately fending off the monsters. Step by step, closing to it.

"Get back to formation!" a gruffly voice ushers behind him. But he completely ignores it. He just continues to walk, determined to finally put an end to this nightmare.

"Nico, what do you think you're doing?" a feminine voice asked behind him as he almost reached it. It turned out to be this huge, black as night doors, etched with golden carvings of somewhat an ancient language. Green flames scorched at its sides illuminating the wearied faces of his companions, still fighting the never-ending chain of monsters.

"I'm gonna close it, Hazel." The boy replies, "It's the only way."

"Are you crazy, death boy?" a second voice says, this time male, "Do you really hang out with the dead enough for you to be brain dead? Or is it the Tartarus rubbing on you?"

"I'm not crazy, Percy" the shot back, rolling his eyes, looking at him. "I just really need to do this."

"You do realize that it's a one-way ticket, and no turning back, right?"

"Exactly. More of a reason on why I should do it and not any one of you." The boy says touching slightly the door, which sends chills to his bones, making him almost back out. Almost.

"But why should it be you?" the first voice asks. "I mean, shouldn't it be one of the seven or something? Why couldn't it be Percy, the great hero. Or me, the one that is supposed to be dead."

"That's the thing, Hazel" the boy smiled grimly, "All of you had done so much already to save this world. And you deserve a second chance. But me? I have done nothing but be a burden to the lot of you. Besides, I have nothing to lose, whereas you have Frank, Percy has Annie, Jason has Piper, even Leo has this thing with his ship."

The girl – Hazel – walked towards the boy and held his hand. "You don't have to do this. There must be another way!" she shouted, her voice quivering lightly.

Nico just smiled at her and said, "I hate to do this, but there's nothing else I could think of. And, hey, at least you made my last few days happier than any other person did. You made me remember the feeling of having a sister again. I'm sorry, Hazel."

The boy shook off the poor girl's grasp and advanced towards the doors despite the shouts of protests. It was only until he finally reached it when he looked back to his friends – his family.

"Oh and one more thing, Percy!" He shouted to the male, who was being held by two other males from snatching the back down. "Take good care of Hazel for me. And this time, please don't screw up."

The other male scoffs and bit back angry tears, "Really dude? Those are your last words? No 'Team Leo' or 'Leo is Awesome!'"

Nico smiles, "Scratch that. Take good care of them – all of them – for me. Leo is AWESOME, only with me!"

And with that happy note, the boy closed the doors, separating him from the outside world. Leaving him all alone in hell.

The boy woke with a start. He took in his surroundings, tall trees, plants growing, birds chirping, people chattering, in short, he's in a park of some sort. He remembered last night's events which he fought another demon and eventually found his way to this place. Too tired from the fight, he immediately snoozed down on the nearest bench.

The boy held his throbbing head and thought that same dream again?

Why, is it bugging you? a voice in his head said.

He rolled his eyes, Why yes, it's bugging me. I always dream myself closing the oh-so-important doors but I don't know why or what that even means. Ever since I woke up from what you said is a very long sleep, with no memories of some sort or maybe a few names to hold on to, I've been dreaming the same dream over and over and watch myself die over and over again. Now I'm also stuck with you, oh-great-and-annoying voice in my head.

Watch your tongue, the voice said irritatingly, You know I've been a great help to you since.

Yeah yeah, whatever. Where to, now?

Just go to the Brooklyn Bridge.

And how am I supposed to get there?

By feet?

That's not what I meant.

You could try the old-fashioned ask-for-directions way.

The boy just sighed and shrugged on his aviator jacket and went on his way.

After a few frustrated dead ends and more twists and turns later, the boy finally reached the mouth of the bridge.

I told you, we should've took that last left turn. Then we could've arrived here earlier! The boy said to the voice.

Well, I am sorry. I am not the one not asking for directions.

But if we just trusted my instinct we –

The boy's thoughts were interrupted by an ear-splitting screech. A shadow of a bird the size of a car loomed over the boy.

Summon your sword. The voice ordered, Immediately.

The boy very much obliged and summoned his sword like he had done a thousand times before. He reached his hand on thin air and opened his somewhat-Duat Locker, and held out a three-foot black blade that radiates coldness and fear. He resumed to battle stance, waiting for the demon to make the first move. The first move that never came.

"Well, well, well" a voice said above him. "What do we have here? Another one of those Western scums. I thought I told your gods to stay away from us!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy bird brain!" the boy shouted back to the voice.

"Huh. Even so," The owner of the voice leveled down so the boy could see its face, which has to different eyes and a shaved head except for one lock of hair. "You don't belong here, Necrophoros."

A/N: uhm, hey! We're the Emosewa Sisters(yeah, they figured out that much)and we're new here and we're making this as a kind of an experiment. First story ever made, so yeah we definitely know it's suckish, so please bear with us! Read, Flame, Review! We don't really care on what you do! xD