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Set during The Titan's Curse
Thank the gods for Grover's clumsiness and fake feet.
Why? It meant I could trip over my own while watching the Di Angelo's and not get people looking at me strangely. Well, mostly Nico, but whatever. There was an aura around them, a deathly thing, really that shrouded them in darkness. I would've thought it intimidating if i hadn't been a tree for seven years. Being in that coma-like state really makes you bored, and... I dare say, suicidal. There was also the way all the shadows in the room seemed almost... drawn to him, like he was a magnet and they were paperclips, a near gravitational pull. But you must be a shadow, too because you're certainly being attracted to him. I shook off the annoying thought, and turned my mind to other things. Stupid voice in my head! So he must have been a son of Hades.
Drat, and there you were hoping to actually get to know him. Shut up. So, it was just another school dance at a school I didn't go to, dancing with a satyr and arguing with myself over someone I have to kill. Nothing weird about that. In my head, I reprimanded myself with an I'm just curious. After all, it's not every day you meet a son of Hades. Besides, its not like you'll ever have a chance with him. He's too young for you, and you're supposed to kill him anyways! He's your victim, not the other way around. I deflected the traitorous, daughter-of-Aphrodite-like thoughts and turned my mind to thoughts of ways to make their deaths look like an accident. As I had done so many ways before, I let myself turn off the guilt that might consume me, like I was standing at the edge of a deep precipice, about to jump in voluntarily or turn and start running. A simple push-them-into-whatever-monster-is-chasing-us which worked nearly every time. A bit obvious, but sleight of hand was one of my many talents. I'd seen a cliff behind the school that they might 'accidentally' fall off of.
Now, you must be thinking, why I'm plotting to kill the Di Angelo's. See, when my dad, Zeus turned me into a tree to keep me alive, he also made a deal with me: if I keep you alive/ save you, you have to kill the children of Hades for me. Why? Oh, how I hate stupid prophecies.
"You could never leave them behind." Zoe Nightshade, that conceited, stuck-up bitch of a girl...So now I was stuck with that Hunter who called me a scullion - what the heck is a scullion?- my idiotic Kelp Head of a cousin, Grover, who played annoying cheesy music on his panpipes, and Annabeth was still missing. Great.
And I can too leave men behind! I left Nico behind, didn't I? But Nico isn't important to you. Not like Luke was. He's just another kid of the death god you have to kill. Every man you've ever known has used you or betrayed you. Your own father used you to kill his enemy's children, Luke turned to the other side and joined Kronos. So why are you saying that?
Bianca was dead. One down, one to go. Even though I knew I shouldn't do it, (Serial killers have to be emotionless and without empathy, otherwise how would they kill innocent sentient people?) I wondered how Nico would handle the news when he found out. Bianca was... had been his only family. Now he had no one. Just like you will be if this quest fails.
Would he be in denial, or break down in tears? Would he blame us- blame me for her death? As much as I hated admitting it, and didn't understand why was admitting it, I hated, despised the thought of his pain being my fault. What Aphrodite girl, I wondered, had taken over my mind while I was a tree? Shrugging off the burdening thoughts, I trudged further thought the piles of scrap metal.
The only perk of being a Hunter, I thought, was a reason to hate boys. Or rather, one boy in particular. The arrow hit the target, a picture of a boy I most wanted to see and least longed to see at the same time if that makes sense. How do you kill someone you can not see?
A muttered "Shit" broke me out of my slumber, and I crept outside the tent to see who it was, wanting to eavesdrop but changing my mind.
"Tonto*. Of all the places to end up, it had to be here, in a place where they hate boys and where my sister left me. Stupid shadow-travelling."
I sucked in a breath. Shadow-travelling was a Hades thing, wasn't it? Which meant that the person out there was...
Nico di Angelo.
Now I knew why I had chosen to creep out instead of eavesdropping. I was always a shadow, and he would always draw me to him.
