Hi!
After a couple months of absence I decided to write another fic (yay) It's Solangelo. Again. It seems that this is the only pairing I can truly write. Anyway, this is a Gang AU, inspired by the Thalico OS I wrote for my AU-collection. I give you a small warning, this is rated T because of fights, language, blood and suggestive themes later (nothing explicit) on. Maybe more if I find something.
I hope you enjoy!
PS: The title is inspired by the movie 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly'. It has nothing to do with it, the title just fit
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO
Chapter 1 – How Will got milk and a guest
Will Solace never thought of himself as special. In the mornings he went to college, in the afternoon he went to his internship in a small clinic and in the evening he went to his job as a waiter in a restaurant. He owned, fortunately, a small flat and had barely enough money to get by. He was a completely regular college student.
The most exciting thing that ever happened to him was a hiking trip in Canada, where is family got attacked by a moose and he later fell into a lake.
Since he was young he wanted to be a doctor, just like his parents. During his high-school time he volunteered in a clinic for children and helped out the school nurse, apparently that was enough to get him into a pre-med program in a respected college in New York. It was called Olympus College and was located in the south of Manhattan. His flat was about three blocks away from it.
Closing the door behind him, Will skipped down the stairs from his building and went on his way to the nearest grocery store. It was a rather nice day in June, his break, and the exams, only a couple weeks away, and Will really enjoyed walking down the sidewalk in the last fading rays of the evening sun. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go out this late, but he really needed milk and he just got home from his internship.
Sometimes he thought that he shouldn't have taken it on. He barely had time for himself between all the work and he also had to study for his upcoming exams. Then he told himself that it was a perfect opportunity for him and that he should be glad he got it. He also really liked working at the clinic.
He rounded a corner into another street and could see the sign of the store up ahead. Next to it was a Chinese Take-Away.
Will felt for the money in his pocket, trying to judge whether he had enough for some fried rice or not.
He passed a small alley and hurried up a bit. The alley was pitch black and muffled sounds came out of it. If there was one thing Will was afraid of, it was dark alleys. It was kind of dumb, seeing as he was living in New York, with all its alleyways and darkness. Especially when it got dark, then the city was downright scary to Will. He knew what was out there, he wasn't stupid after all, and he didn't plan on ever meeting any of these things or people. It was one of the reasons he avoided dark alleys, even if it meant taking a longer route. Will had no desire to get mugged or stabbed or worse.
Walking past the alley, he briefly wondered what made the sound and hoped for a stray cat or something. Maybe two people in love. Hopefully nothing bad. He didn't dare glance into it to find out.
After he had passed the alley, he breathed a small sigh of relief. Nothing had happened. Then he immediately scolded himself for thinking like that. If he only ever expected the worse, it would happen.
He had once told his friend Cecil about his fear and the other boy had started laughing at him, asking why he even moved to New York if he was so scared of the city. It wasn't that he was scared, Will had argued, he loved the city, he just didn't like darkness. Cecil just had resumed laughing.
Shaking his head to clear his head of the embarrassing memory, he entered the store. The cashier, an elderly woman, gave him a judging look and then went back to her magazine about knitting.
Will made his way to the milk, picking up a package of butter and a glass of jam on his way. He mentally went through his fridge and the cupboards, thinking of what other things he needed. Maybe some water, and a bit of juice.
He picked up the milk, glad he could now eat his cereal again, and made his way over to the drinks.
After he got everything, he walked towards the checkout and handed the cashier his things, followed by the needed amount of money. He accepted the bag the woman offered and put his things in, before wishing her a good night and leaving the store again.
He did stop at the Take-Away, ordering a portion of fried rice with chicken and then leaned against one of the tables standing there. He cast a glance at his watch. Nearly nine in the evening. He was glad he didn't have to work today, because he was exhausted.
A young woman came up to the Take-Away to order her food and Will let his gaze travel over his surroundings. His eyes fell on a flyer of the Take-Away, with a phone number printed on it and a banner saying that you could order over the phone, too. He picked one up and stuffed it in the bag with his groceries.
"Order number 7", the guy behind the counter said and Will walked towards it to pick his food up.
Just has he was reaching for it, shouting broke out on the street, followed by a loud crash. The man was staring at something behind Will, frozen in shock and Will quickly grabbed his food, before turning around to see what was going on. Not one of his best ideas.
There was a bright flash of yellow, followed by a loud boom.
Will took a startled step backwards, slamming into the counter. His ears where ringing from the sound and his sight was disrupted by a huge bright dot. He barely registered, the people around him or the shouting that started up again, nor did he notice the elderly woman from the shop hobbling out to stare.
The ringing subsided and Will blinked to get the spot away. He looked up again and his eyes immediately fixed on the source of the explosion.
The car wreck was smashed against the wall of a house, not that far away from him, burning brightly. The house itself looked a bit better, at least it wasn't burning, but there was a hole in it. People from all around the street were yelling or running towards the wreck. The guy behind the counter was on his phone dialing 911, while a woman was storming out of her house, brandishing a fire extinguisher.
Will could only stand there and stare.
He had never actually witnessed – or in his case, heard – a car accident before, especially not one so deadly. Sure, he had seen the results of some, even helped take care of a young girl who had survived one, but he had never seen it actually happening. The people in the car must be dead by now, no-one would survive the gas tank exploding while sitting above it.
Blaring sirens and the flashing of lights pulled Will out of his thoughts. The fire brigade had arrived, followed shortly by the police and the ambulance. The police herded the spectators away from the burning car and one officer walked around asking for witnesses.
"You okay?", asked a voice behind Will.
The younger man turned around, finally tearing his gaze away from the car. The man behind the counter was looking at him, worry in his eyes.
"Are you alright? Standing under shock?", he continued to ask.
Will quickly shook his head.
"I'm fine, just a bit startled.", he assured the man.
Will gripped his groceries and took his box of Chinese food, before starting down the side-walk.
"Sir, I must ask you to stay", a voice called after him and he turned to see a police officer, walking towards him.
Panic flared up in Will. He didn't do anything wrong, did he? Did they suspect him? What does the officer want from him?
"We are trying to reconstruct the accident and would like to ask you a few questions.", he continued.
Will blinked a few times and then sighed, panic leaving his system.
"I didn't see anything, just heard the crash and then I saw the explosion", Will quickly said.
The officer nodded and asked for his name before telling him to go home.
Will started walking again, the shouting, sirens and the light fading into the background. His mind was swirling with questions. He wanted to now what happened, how many had died and much more. Obviously, the police had no clue and from what Will saw, the car was on the wrong side of the road. How did it get there? Something was off about this accident, Will just knew that, but he didn't know what.
He was on the height of the alley again and it seemed even darker than before. Probably because the streetlamps and the lights behind the windows were the only source of light at the moment. The sun had completely disappeared during his shopping trip. The stretch of street in front of him was completely empty and startled, Will realized he was the only one around. Most were either at the accident or had gone home, like him.
This time he glanced into the alley, just to make sure nothing would jump out at him. His gaze flitted over dumpsters, a small puddle of blood and someone sitting against the wall. Then the alley was behind him and he stopped dead in his tracks.
Blood? Someone was hurt!
He whirled around and walked back to the alley, peeking around the corner and into it. His gaze landed on the hunched over figure in the back of the alley, and then traveled to the puddle of blood. It was not much, but it must still be a major wound.
Will took a step forward but hesitated. What if the injured person was dangerous? What if they attacked him?
The scared part of his brain whispered worst case scenarios into his ear, edging him on to run back home and lock the door. The other parts of his brain, the confident and the worried ones, told him to move forward and help.
Will gulped down the last bit of fear and took a step into the alley. The other didn't seem to notice him. Cautiously, he set one foot in front of the other, fishing his phone out of his pocket and lighting up the screen. The person in front of him stiffened and they looked up.
Dark eyes met Will's for a second and then hardened into a glare. A clear sign that they didn't want him here.
"Uh sorry, but are you alright?", Will asked.
He internally winced at the stupid question. The person clearly wasn't alright.
Due to the small source of light in the otherwise dark alley, Will could make out more of the person in front of him. He, Will decided it must be a 'he', was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood up and shielding his face from view. On one side, the fabric was torn to shreds, blood staining the torn pieces there. There was also blood slowly dripping out of a wound just below his right shoulder. It looked a bit like a stab wound, but could also be a bullet wound. It was hard to say in the dim lighting.
In response to Will's question, the guy shot him another death glare.
Instead of turning around, Will etched closer, determined to help the guy, whether he wanted or not. A muffled sound came from the boy and he tried to scoot away from Will, resulting in him falling over and letting out a cry. Will wondered what was blocking him from speaking. Or getting back up. Where the wounds really this severe?
"Calm down, I will call the ambulance. Just...don't die", Will said, trying to be soothing, but the oncoming panic was clearly noticeable in his voice.
An alarmed shout was heard, not loud or clear enough for Will to make out any words, but the message was clear enough. No. Why wouldn't the guy want to go to the hospital?
"I don't care that you don't want to, you need to go to the hospital!", Will told him sternly.
He angled his phone towards himself again and tapped the 9. Before he could tap the 1 however, the boy kicked out, sending his phone flying out of his hand. It clattered to the floor a couple feet away and bounced a bit, before landing in the blood. Will let out a surprised yelp and then stared down at the guy. He had shifted a bit and was struggling to sit up again.
"What the- Why did you do that?", Will exclaimed, completely confused and a bit angry.
That phone had been expensive and now it was covered in the blood of some random guy in some random alley who refused help.
Will was sure, by the look in the guy's eyes, he would have gotten some smart ass answer, but apparently he was unable to speak at the moment. That was still a little confusing, but he had to worry about that later.
"Do you want to die?", Will asked him.
The boy shook his head.
"Then why won't you let me call the ambulance?", Will asked, still not understanding this guy's problem.
The boy didn't say anything anymore, not that he did that before, just let his head drop down. For a moment Will thought he had fallen unconscious.
He jumped to his feet and ran over to his phone, picking it up. It had a few specks of blood on the display and the phone case was completely red, other than that it seemed fine. He freed it from his case and cleaned the front on his trousers, before running back to the other one. He crouched down next to him, lighting up the phone again. He was ready to dial 911 again, when he shifted his head and looked at him.
He was still alive.
Will nearly let out a whoop in joy. The boy hadn't died on him, he could still help him.
Then Will looked towards him again, freezing in shock and fear. Due to being a lot closer to him, the light of the phone actually was bright enough for Will to see the boy's face. However, there was something blocking the view. Until a few seconds ago, Will had thought, the hoodie's shadow was the reason he couldn't see anything of the face of the boy, but now, he actually knew what was there, obscuring the view. It was a dark green bandana, covering everything except for the eyes. It looked a bit crooked, as if it went through something rough, and had some swirls in different shades of green and gray, but what was the most shocking was the pitch black scythe in the middle of it.
Will gulped. No wonder the guy didn't want to go to the hospital, he would probably get arrested as soon as he stepped foot into it.
Not knowing what to do, Will awkwardly looked around the alley. He wasn't sure if he should still help. The boy was a member of a gang, it was obvious and the scythe showed Will what gang.
He had heard about the Titánio Kai Gígantes, a group of ruthless, unpredictable murderers. It was hard to believe that this boy, who looked so skinny and fragile and was currently bleeding to death, was a killer.
He looked towards the boy again, who was blinking to keep his eyes open. From what Will could see, the boy was extremely pale and starting to loose focus, a clear sign of too much blood loss.
It was a split second decision, he didn't even think about it until it was done. Will picked up the boy and lifted him in his arms bridal style. He could hear some sounds, probably of protest, and the boy tried to wriggle out of his grip. Will, however, wouldn't let go, and started speed-walking towards his flat, glad it wasn't far.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the scared voice was yelling at him for bringing a potential murderer into his home, but he ignored it, set on saving the boy's life.
Titánio Kai Gígantes is Greek for Titans and Giants, by the way
I wish you a Happy New Year, see you in 2016!
~thegoddesskym
