(A/N: /- means it happened in the past or is a flashback. -\ means the flashback is over. Title belongs to Panic! At the Disco)

Chapter Two: If You Love Me, Let Me Go

/- "I know what you do, Nico." The words sent shivers down my spine. This was it. I was caught, I would be sentenced to death. But certainly my best friend wouldn't do that, would he?

"Look, Percy, you don't under-"

"Nico."

The air froze.

"Nico, I need you t-to do something for me." His breath hitched, I froze, and the silence of Percy's empty apartment grew louder and louder.

Percy stood across the room, his body shaking, his sleeves pulled up to show the scars and fresh cuts I had seen a hundred times. He knew I was a murderer, and Percy wanted someone murdered.

Sweet, sarcastic, depressed Percy, wanted me to take someone's life away because he knew he couldn't himself. He knew I had done it before.

And then it hit me.

He didn't want someone else killed.

I should have known.

"I want you…" Percy pulled in a deep breath, then released slowly. "I want you to kill me." -\

I look away from the corpse and begin filing my school supplies into my backpack. I place the suicide note underneath Percy's slightly swinging body.

A single cold tear rolls down my cheek.

"Are you alright?" A voice cuts through the cold silence. The other man is standing over me now, towering over my crouching body.

"Yeah," I wipe the tear from my face, "I'm fine. Are you done with… whatever you were doing?"

"Saying goodbye to my friend who begged me to kill her and tryin' to get over the tremendous amount of guilt I feel because I enjoyed the feeling of the knife sinking into her chest?" His voice cracked on the last word. "Yeah, I'm done."

/- "You k-know, Percy," my voice faltered. "I d-do charge money for this kinda thing." My Italian accent came out. I was shocked, I was upset. What did you expect?

"I know. I'm willing to give everything I have. I'll be dead soon anyway..." His voice trailed off.

As a murderer, I should see him as a client, do my job, but he was my friend. Of course I would try to convince him not to.

"Annabeth will never forgive you." He flinched at her name. "She'll be devastated! Piper, Jason, me, that Will guy, your mother... We'll all be devastated! You can't just throw your life away!" I started to shout, but I didn't care. I would shout all I needed to convince him this isn't what he needed.

"I'm just a burden! None of them actually love me anyway! It's all a lie! If you really loved me, you'd end my suffering. Right here, right now." He whispered the last few words and being the one who knows me the best, he knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted from me.

I pulled the knife from the belt on my leg. He handed me the money.

"I'm so sorry, Percy. I did love you, for years. I always had, always will. Please, please forgive me. Goodbye, Percy."

"Thank you, Nico."

He died with that stupid grin on his face, the one that hid his pain. I cried over his body for hours before I realized it was time.

I had to hide a body once again. -\

I stand up, throwing my bag over my shoulder and I stare straight into his eyes. "I did it too. You aren't the only one who feels guilty. I killed him with my own hand. It's that first kill that feels the best. Savor it." The anger combined with the harsh words must have been too much. The other boy takes a step back.

"You don't have to be a twat about it. Other people can have feelings too, you ass!" He covers his mouth, realizing how his voice has risen.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. It was-"

"No, no," I interrupt. "I was being inconsiderate. You're right, let's just… let's just go." I turn and start to walk out of the forest.

The leaves behind me break and as I turn I face the other murderer, his face inches from mine.

"Wait," he says and pauses for a moment. He looks as if contemplating what to say, looks down and then pierces my eyes with his. "What's your name? Maybe we could… you know… be friends? Maybe?"

I stand dumbfounded. How can two murders think about friendship? I thought about it earlier and this man is asking me now to be his friend. Why is this so weird to me?

"Nico. You don't get my last name." I say and furrow my brows at the grin he gives me.

"You don't need to give me your last name. Annabeth would tell me stories about you and Percy and sometimes just you, Nico di Angelo." He drawed out my name as if it were his lovers.

"Fuck," I curse. Of course he would know me, our best friends were dating. "Who are you then?"

"Will. Will Solace."

I did know him. Percy's description lines up with him perfectly, how could I not have known immediately?

"You /will/ be getting lots of puns, I hope you know." I smirk and narrow my eyes.

"I already love you," Will states and another smile tugs at my lips.

I start to walk in the direction I came North, this time without an incredibly heavy, limp body. Will follows not far behind.

"You better, I am a very lovable person." I laugh out.

"I beg to differ," Will laughs and then stops immediately. I turn to look at him and his eyes are wide, mouth agape.

I was confused until I look in front of me, seeing what he saw.

My mouth dropped open as well and I felt Will grab my hand and run to the left.

Away from the horrifying sight.

And that's a lot, coming from a murderer.

(A/N: Cliffhanger! Codename for I have zero clue where I'm going with this. It's my story and I'll write what I want to. Review and follow, there will be more story to read. Have a good day~ :33)