'Ello
So.
I should be writing my Maximum Ride fanfic but ._. oh well.
This is major feels so here it is: MAJOR FEELS WARNING.
Enjoy; for now.
I do not own Heroes of Olympus.
Gone.
Nico di Angelo sat on the bed, holding the bottle of the amber liquid godly children drink. He was in his bedroom, and the hour he stayed then, it was too overwhelming how it was clearly his bedroom. It smelled of the ocean breeze, and the smell of it put Nico into a greater depth of depression every minute. They were gone.
Hazel and Piper had tried to be comforting but they both were too grief-stricken to make him feel better, if not worse. It had been wonderful to see Hazel again, but the feeling had been stolen and replaced by despair when the warship attacked the cove of the Mark of Athena. Jason was lost in his own world, set in stone and refused to socialize with anyone other than a few words of acknowledgement. Frank tried to comfort Hazel but nothing he did seemed to help. And Leo, well, Leo was trying to everything, everything but think about them.
They were really gone.
Nico choked out a sob.
When would word reach camp that two of their greatest demigods had plummeted to the greatest depths of Hell?
How would they take it?
Nico ran a hand through his messy black hair and tried to fight the memories of the two. He remembered how he had slowly became a brother and she slowly became another Bianca.
Nico took another swig of the nectar. The warmth did not put him a better mood though but he tried. He began to feel a little more than warm, and slowly became hot. He ignored it.
Would the others hate him for letting them fall? Nico knew they would. It's how he had felt, how he blamed him for his sister's death.
But it was his fault. If he hadn't be so damn pathetic, so damn weak, so damn stupid, they wouldn't have had to come to Rome to save him.
But they had.
And they payed the price.
Nico shut his eyes, trying to stop crying. He took a deep gulp of the nectar. Maybe it would make it go away.
He felt hotter than before, slowly faint. He heard a distinct knocking sound but it didn't seem to be important. He saw flashes of them and how they would make him feel better, then eventually everything was blurry and fuzzy. He faintly recalled a door opening. He wasn't sure, but he was sure he heard a scream. Oh, what happened? He was too sluggish to find out. He dropped the bottle and clenched his eyes shut, but instead of blackness it only got brighter and brighter. He was burning now, but he knew it would stop.
Because Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase really were gone.
Sooooo, whatchya think? Leave a review; please, and tell me if you liked it or not. I'll be posting another chapter in the thoughts of another character soon.
-Firelily