So...I finally have my first story up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and this is going to be universal for this story.
Nico sucks in his breath and spins around to see the ten-foot tall mirror facing him. The glass is foggy but he can see inside the mirror clearly enough. And what he sees inside is worse than anything the souls of the Underworld can conjure.
"Come, Nico," the voice inside croons eerily, "Come and join me. I've been waiting for you."
He staggers back a few steps and nearly falls over. "Bianca?" he whispers, sounding like the little boy he had first been at the Lotus Hotel. He realizes his voice is shaking. This isn't his sister. This is all an illusion, a mere trick of the mind. This can't be real. That horrible creature facing him in the mirror looks nothing like his sister. Her clothes are torn and ragged, her hair messy and falling in uneven layers on her face.
"Do you not recognize me, brother?" she asks, "I am the one who raised you. I am your only sister." She stretchess her arm out but it refuses to surface from the glass.
"You're not my sister." he says, talking slow steps backwards. "You're a monster!" He continues to walk away slowly, failing to notice the shadow that dance on the walls of the dark warehouse.
That is his biggest mistake.
A sharp object suddenly pierces his side. Pain explodes inside of him but and he falls to his knees. He won't let himself scream, he won't allow himself to. In one quick movement, the object—which he recognizes as a knife—is yanked out of his side. He can feel the blood pouring out already.
"Hello, Nico," a voice from behind suddenly calls.
Nico freezes. That voice—it can't be. No, it can't.
"Who are you?" he questions, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't you know who I am?" the voice says and this time Nico issure he knows who it is.
"A trick," Nico chokes out.
"Good job, Nico," the voice muses, "Your skills have gotten infinitely better since the last time we met. And to be specific—it was a poisoned dagger. The poison came straight from the waters of Styx."
"Why?" Nico coughs and he knows that he can't hold out much longer; he can feel the poison slowly reaching every bit of his body, sneaking up on him, taunting him that he, son of Hades, Prince of Ghosts and Souls, is about to die.
"Oh, don't play dumb!" the voice snaps snarkily. "Do you ever hear girls swooning over me anymore and commenting on how hot I am? No! And you know why? It's because you stole all the attention! All the girls at camp now scream, 'I love you Nico!' instead of calling out my name! Do you know how long it took for me to establish all of that? And you just barge in all of a sudden and freaking take it away." he barks.
Nico feels his head spinning. The world is about to go black soon; he knows it deep inside.
It takes all his remaining energy to do this, but he looks up and sees his killer smiling evilly, light shining from behind him and Nico can see his face for the first time in an all-too-clear perspective. "Good night, Di Angelo," the culprit says with mock sympathy, "Sweet dreams."
Nico closes his eyes for the last time and all he can remember is the thing he last saw—the face of Jason Grace, his killer
A/N: Okay, guys, first of all, I made Jason the bad guy here because 1.) No offense to Rick Riordan but Jason is Gary-Stu (at times) and 2.) I wanted to make a parody where he was actually celf-centered and conceited. So if you are a HUGE Jason Grace fan, I'm sorry if you were offended somehow. I'll try to update this story when I have time...
And one last thing, reviews would be good.