Disclosers: A "Giver" and "Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus" spin off. A Solangelo fanfiction. None of the characters are mine and if they are, I will announce the ownership. This will be rated M for maturity for cussing, sexual stuff, and harsh wording (Faggot, retard, etc) If those words offend you in anyway, I am sorry, but I will be using them. So either try to ignore or continue to find another story.
Nico di Angelo's point of view and will switch off to Will's at some points in the story. There will be a clear "(Nico's point of view)" or "(Will's point of view)" at each of the chapters.
Please keep reviews friendly as I am sensitive about my writing. Also understand that I have "dyslexia" and a "Unknown learning disorder" to add to that. My grammar and spelling may not be the best due to my reading and spelling disorder, but people say it's not bad. No harsh criticism, I tend to do very bad with that as I take it personally.
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Enjoy the story. ~Nivo or Ash.
Drips of salt pace down my face, entering my pores as I find myself sprawled across the dampen floor in misery. Tasteless wonders curse my heart as a sudden rush of unwanted energy enters my bloody lips, talking in the horrors around me. With each tip of the tongue across my teeth, I find my buds glossy with confusion and wonder.
With a world so contaminated and damp, it's easy to slip. Faces impacting with the concrete, taking skulls with them as they crack the joy inside. Whispering wonders as lost souls leave the lips of the victims to this world.
With my thoughts leaking from my ears instead of staying soaked inside, I find my eyes fluttering open. Entered the world once again as my pupils move back and forth, my vision darken by the people around me that don't seem to be here physically. Rattling races across my forehead as an aching pain forces it's way into my hollow head, taking my sweet mood from me.
"Tsk," I slap from my lips as my head lifts my body up, my muscles rippling with it. My fingers trace the hollowed room with only shadows inside.
The world we lived in… it was all a lie.
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"Mommy!" Little Bianca murmured under her toddler cries as she wobbled over to her dear mother. The eyes of my mother, Maria, grew as she reached her delicate arms for my sister who was filled with excitement from the recent news. "Mommy, Mommy!" She squealed again, the wind moving her long brown hair in a dance like pattern. "When are they coming?" Her curiosity getting the best of her, it brings laughter into the throat of the beloved mother of this child.
"At the ceremony, just like the other children receiving their chosen families." She whispers, carefully pushing the empty strands of hair from the childs face, her lips pink with a glossy tone added to it. "We will receive a new family member, with a chosen name. Then, it'll be your job to be a big sister to them, whatever the gender we get." She whispers, pressing her finger against the smooth skin of the young girl.
"Will they like it here?" Her intelligence shines as she grabs onto the clothes of her parent, taking a hug of her own in excitement and glory. Her mother laughs again in a hushed tone and answers the child, full of many wonders as most do before their light is snuffed out of, the candle of childhood going out.
"Of course." A man enters behind mother, making their eyes pop up to the one known as father. "No one in this world has ever dislike it. We are a utopia, a paradise. Your new sibling will be welcomed well and grateful for the world around them. The elders are never mistaken for that." My father smiles, rubbing the top of Bianca's head in a loving way. With the happy news of the small happy family, they stand up, walking along the paths as bikes pass them. Being completely unaware of everything around them. Including the lies.
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A beeping rings into the hallowed ears of the babies that lay in the cases, waiting for their new families as they grow slowly. Limbs wiggling and flailing around as their little lungs move up and down. All, but one, has a stable happy heart that moves up and down with every pump of oxygen it receives.
"He's not doing so well." Says one of the caretakers whisper, staring down my my willowed body as my lungs pop behind my ribs. "Do you think he'll make it or be strong enough for a family?" Her eyes move up to the man next to her who shakes his head and sighs.
"He just can't breath on his own. I am afraid he may have to be sent to Elsewhere. His soul will lay peacefully there." The man smiles at her, not seeing anything wrong with the idea of sending a baby to an early grave, as it was considered normal.
"He'll never have a name…" The caretaker, Fiona mutters, her eyes going sad with pity and despair. That's when the father of her old time friend, Jonas's dad, puts a hand on her shoulder and mutters something into her soft ears. "Nico." Is what he whispered, making her eyes pop up in horror, unable to soak in the truth of what was placed in front of her.
"You broke the rules again. We're not supposed to look at the names until they're handed off to their families." Fiona whispers back, causing Jonas's dad to nod, his smile turning into a small side one. Pain glowed in his eyes as he saw the child grasping for air in front of him, his dark hair and pale skin making him look sicklike.
"No one should go off without knowing who they are first, I apologize for breaking the rules… but the kid deserved this at least. To hear his name whispered once." He says, looking back at the grown woman he saw his son grow up with.
"You are forgiven." The answer you give for each apology slips, as it is supposed to by the rules of this new world. Making things fake, but considered safe in their eyes. With this, she can turn back to the child in front of her, smiling down at him and nodding slowly. "Nico." She whispers, causing the baby's eyes to flutter open, his breaths leaking from his cold lips. The caregiver laughs softly, nodding again as she slowly understands. "He seems stronger when he hears it."
"Indeed." The man replies, smiling again as they always seem to have to. "I plan to see this child go off, but at least he'll have a part of him to go off with. We all meet Elsewhere someday… for him, it's just earlier. Nothing, but the part of life."