3 - Making History
Nico sends a grin at his longtime friend and recent lover Percy Jackson. They're at the beautiful private beach wedding of Jason Grace and Piper McLean. Percy and Nico are all dressed up spick and span in their designer tailored suits. The only difference between them are their colored ties and pocket napkins. Nico's is as black as a nightmare, and Percy's is as blue as the Aegean Sea.
Nico curls his lips as the vows start. Percy mirrors him as well. Percy's fingers twitch against his knees and Nico foot taps against the sand floor. Percy's impatient, but then again so is he. The bride, Piper, wipes away stray tears, sending meaningful looks to her athletic groom, Jason. Jason clears his throat, shifting on his feet.
They're exchanging their lovey-dovey vows. The crowd aww's, and sniffs are heard throughout the pews. Nico grabs Percy's hand in anticipation. Gods, it's so close.
Finally, Chiron speaks up. "If anyone has anything to say please speak now or forever hold your peace." The crowd of people laugh as Leo jokingly waves his hand about, ready to jump on his feet. They never notices as Percy and Nico clamber to theirs, inching out their precious babies, Abaddon and Riptide, an AK-47 and M16 respectively.
"Hey, Chiron, we object," says Nico coolly.
The mass screams in unadulterated horror trying to get away, but Percy starts to shoot as does Nico. They leave no one alive whether it is child or adult, each and every one dropping like flies unto the soft silky white sand, forever staining it a scarlet red.
They leave three people alive, Piper, Jason, and Chiron. Piper's authentic Aphrodite dress is splattered in the guts and brains of her bridesmaids. She's crying her eyes out; her bronze hand covered in drippy vomit is glued to her lips, muffling her wrangled sobs.
Nico and Percy walk closer, their hands are intertwined. Jason moves in front of Piper protectively, confused anger written all of over his face. He opens his mouth… to do what, Percy doesn't know. He takes a shot at his forehead, watching him slump down to the ground.
"JASON!" Piper screeches, falling to her knees. She's quivering like a leaf in the wind, her thin fingers placed on the gunshot wound. She whimpers and mutters in a sort of crazed way. Nico shows her no mercy; she too meeting her fiancé fate.
Nico and Percy step over the deceased bodies, dropping their empty firearms to the sandy dunes. They reach into each other's right pocket, pulling out simple golden bands. "Marry us," commands Percy to the horrified minister.
"I–I-I," the minister stammers, but Nico corrects the tall statuesque man, he presents a tiny silver handgun to the man. "Ok," he reluctantly agrees. "Where do you want me to start?" he hesitates to ask.
Nico shrugs, turning to Percy. "Whatever you desire, love."
"We're passed the vows, the objection part, and the staying true to each other and caring for the other in sickness and in health, just zoom past that. After that is where we start," he says. "I want to be married now."
Nico nods, motioning to the minister to start.
"Does the bride have a ring? Place the ring on the groom's finger and say: With this ring I thee wed," Chiron instructs.
Percy does as told, slipping the golden band on Nico's left ring finger. He leans in for a small peck on the lips as he pulls back, he repeats the lines perfectly.
"Does the groom have a ring? Place the ring on the bride's finger and say: With this ring I thee wed."
Nico follows what Chiron says, inching the golden ring up Percy's slim finger. He whispers the words he's supposed too, refusing to believe his voice was wavering. Nico tunes out whatever Chiron has to say completely focused on his husband.
The amazing man that changed his life for the better.
"… with the authority invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the bride."
Percy surprises Nico. He jumps on the slightly taller boy, kissing him fiercely. They passionately kiss for a while until they have to break for air. Nico catches Percy's hand, giving him a meaningful look, "Ready?" he asks.
"Yes," Percy chirps. He brings out a pistol from his pocket, and Nico has his own. They get as close to each other as possible, each holding the gun under each other's chin.
"I love you," Percy breathes.
"And I you," Nico says.
They pull their triggers simultaneously, falling to the ground; dead.
...
A young, frizzy redheaded reporter is on the beach, a dying sun setting behind the dark blue waters. Bodies are gone. The blood remains. She's speechless, but she has a job to do. She grips her microphone close to her body, ready to talk. Luke signals behind the camera that she's on air.
"What looks like a scene straight out of a horror movie, have two deceased boys, Perseus Jackson and Nico di Angelo forever engraved in history… "
