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Disclaimer: I don't own Nico or Percy! There's proof that they both belong to Rick Riordan! I swear!
Nico's POV
The pain was too extreme, too lethal to explain. And the worst part was, Percy was the one torturing me. Some of the torture wasn't legal; I don't think. It all blended eventually.
Sometimes, I remembered Percy laughing evilly, though it didn't sound like him, or human. Sometimes, I remembered the indescribable "joys" of being tortured. Half the time, I thought I heard another voice, besides Percy's, but my brain just refused to admit it actually heard a cruel voice commanding Percy to do this to me.
Corra's POV
The next morning, King and I followed our noses to Madam Joni's new house. She never stayed in one place because she said that eventually the magic would seep into the house, and that sent her bad vibes. It's weird and complex, but we are talking about Madam Joni.
King knocked on the front door; Madam Joni was the only person who actually had a front door. Madam Joni opened the door, and ushered us in as quick as a jackrabbit. She closed the door quietly, and pushed us into her séance room. Madam Joni closed the violet curtain, and plopped down in her equally violet armchair. King and I took a seat across from her on the couch.
"So, kiddies, what can I do for you today?" Madam Joni asked, directing her question to me. I had a feeling she disliked King as much as he.
King snorted. "Why don't you use your magic to figure it out?" He asked, lazily reclining in his seat. I shot King a glare, but it just caused him to shrug.
Madam Joni's eyes narrowed at him, and she replied, "I could if I wanted to, but that would just ruin the fun of your visit." King shrugged again, showing that he couldn't care less at this point.
"Madam Joni, we need your help to locate Percy and Nico. They've been kidnapped," I interrupted. Madam Joni stopped glaring and turned her attention to me with a soft glint in her eyes. She took hold of my hand, and patted it reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Corra. I'll be able to find your boyfriend, and King's," Madam Joni said. King shot to his feet, knocking over a little table with a vase of flowers. He glared down at Madam Joni's seated figure, than turned on his heel and walked briskly out of the room. Madam Joni smiled successfully.
"Good, now we talk about your nightmares, dear," Madam Joni said, turning back to me. I blinked in surprise.
"How'd you know about those?" I asked, shocked. Madam Joni gave me a tight smile, and patted my hand again.
"You started getting them when Nico arrived, right?" Madam Joni asked. I nodded, still not sure how she knew about the nightmares. Madam sighed, and lowered my hand back on to my lap.
"I sensed it when you first came to me, Corra. It was coming from Nico's memories. He must have seen you for someone else," Madam Joni told me. I looked at the floor.
"I had a dream, madam. I was in the Underworld, and they kept referring me to the daughter of Hades. Why?" I said, looking up at the witch. She had a very serious expression that seemed to be carved on to her tired, worn face.
"It must have something to do with the spell I used on you, my dear," Madam Joni replied. I frowned, remembering the day before I arrived at Nico's camp.
"Do you wish for me to remove it, my dear?" Madam Joni asked, looking at me with concern. I inhaled slowly, and nodded.
"But could you give me something so Nico will know it's me?" I asked as Madam Joni stood up. She smiled, and nodded. I managed a faint smile. Madam Joni sat back down with a silver chain holding a dark gem. She mumbled a few words in Latin, and the gem glowed.
"Here my dear, this will make you appear as you are now, but only when you want. But, before you put this on, I must remove the spell," Madam Joni explained. I bowed my head as Madam Joni started chanting in Latin. I felt my skin tinkle as the magic spread throughout me. The olive pale skin was replaced by a coffee colored tone, and I pulled the ends of my hair in front of my eyes. Still dark, but this time it was darker than Percy's own hair.
"Thank you, madam. How do my eyes look?" I said. Madam Joni clasped the necklace around my neck, and straightened the gem.
"Like the purest yellow oral," Madam Joni replied, leaning back in her chair. I smiled; relieved that the spell hadn't left any characteristic that wasn't mine. I brought my hand up to the murky gem, I now knew as an onyx gemstone. Madam Joni opened her mouth to say something else, but she was interrupted by a crash coming from the main room.
I said a hurried thank-you, and dashed into the main room. The room was completely torn apart, and in the middle was King rolling around with Nico on his back. King tried to swat at Nico, but kept missing. My eyes widened as I saw Nico wrap his arms around King's neck.
"No!" I yelled, running forward. Something tackled me from behind, and pinned me to the floor. I twisted around, trying to see who it was, and trying to escape their strong grip. I caught sight of sea green eyes clouded by hatred, and immediately knew that it was Percy. But I couldn't understand why he and Nico were attacking.
"Get off me, Percy!" I shouted, slipping back into my native tongue. Percy's face broke out into a crooked smirk I'd never seen on him before.
"No, but you'll love where we're taking you," Percy said. I shuddered as his warm breath tickled the shell of my ear. I hadn't realized he was that close! I slammed my head backwards, hearing a crack as I connected with Percy's nose.
He stumbled back, giving me the chance to stand and face him. He held his nose with one hand, his eyes burning holes into me. I waited for him to charge, but someone grabbed my arms and pinned them to my back. The person slithered their hand on to my mouth, probably so I wouldn't scream for help. The person soon came into view for me, and my eyes widened as I stared at Nico's skeletal face. His smirk was just as crooked as Percy's.
I assessed my situation. King was passed out on the floor, bruises on his neck, and my hands were pinned behind me. I took a risk, and licked Nico's hand with lots of saliva dripping off my tongue and into his hand. Nico pulled his hand away in disgust, and his grip on my arms loosened a bit. I jammed my foot on to his, and started toward the door.
Percy beat me to the punch, and smirked at me as he leaned against the door frame. I snarled at him, practically baring my teeth, and felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I grabbed it and twisted it as I turned. I had his arm twisted and pinned to his back, and Nico let out a growl to express his pain.
What the hell is up with these boys? I thought, narrowing my eyes in confusion. Unfortunately, I had forgotten all about the son of Poseidon, because the next thing I know, I'm on the floor with darkness creeping past the edge of my vision. I stilled; the last thing I saw were the boys standing over me with those crooked smirks plastered on their faces, and Percy holding his sword….
I got some big plans for that next chapter, so hope you'll continue reading! Please, R&R!
-Poison Ivy