I was curled in a ball beneath a sleeping bag that wasn't mine, close to the beach where James and Destiny were. I didn't see them and to make matters worse I also had the unfornate oppurtunity to share a tent with two very creepy people. One being a pink person and the other being a death-aura person. It was scary.
First of all, Bermuda should be called the Island or Thieves and Murderers because that's all that actually happens here. We heard on the news that people are being murdered and there have been twelve murders this week and IT'S ONLY SUNDAY! Why did James and Destiny have to decide on such a muderous place to stay. Second of all, three of our tents have been stolen so we were only left with two and seeing as no one wants to be killed we all had to squeeze three of ourselves into the puny tents. Last of all, Nico had been acting extremely weird ever since we landed here. He even said that I could have his sleeping bag considering that I've already had to suffer in the cold and boy does it get cold in Bermuda. I mean not as cold as New York gets but cold for a place that is supposed to be so hot. I tried to tell him no but the boy just had to be a gentleman and inisist. Idiot boy. You just had to be born in the nineteen twenties, didn't you? Evil world! No, dumb, pathetic, ridiculous idiotic and evil world.
I had almost fallen asleep but a slight movement jolted me awake. A cold feeling rushed over my arms and waist. Shivering, I closed my eyes and swirved around, leaning my head down. Disappointment and extreme shock set in as I felt a flat, hard yet squishy chest hit my forehead. More in shock then anything else I jumped up, my left arm slamming against Jessica who immediately shrieked and slapped me across the face. Huh. So it is a girl's natural defense to slap the person that scares them. Interesting. Anyway, Nico was now pretending like he didn't wrap his arms around my waist like he loved me so he opened his eyes and glowered at the two of us to make it seem like he had been asleep this whole time. Liar, I wanted to yell at him. I wanted so badly to get Jessica on my good side that I was tempted to tell her that what he had just done and that he kept trying to lure me for some reason, that I had no clue what he was doing but didn't. I don't know why I didn't. I'd already had all the words in my head but something held me back. Maybe it was the vicious look on her face or maybe it was the fact that I knew she wouldn't believe me and that Nico probably would put on a good show and deny everything and be honest, people in my brain, who do you think she'll believe; an annoying deaf girl that happens to have some mental problems or a sweet gentleman that happens to be her wonderful boyfriend? Those who picked the first one you are all too kind but extremely wrong. Those who picked the second one you are all MEANIES but extremely right. I muttered sorry and hid back in Nico's stupid sleeping bag.
Eventually we all got back into comfortable positions and soon Jessica fell asleep. Once again I was on the brink of sleep when Nico wrapped his arms back around me. I could feel his breath coming out at odd times. Sometimes they would be fast and quick; other times they'd be slow and peaceful; a few times they were going out at different times like one would come out three seconds earlier or seven seconds later than the first one. Eventually I found myself settled against him with the belief that he thought I was Jessica.
I was just falling asleep when BAM! my back hit the floor with a painful thud. I didn't move though. I was too tired to. I am such an odd child. Oh well. My eyes searched for the source of the zipping. They landed on Nico who almost ripped the zipper off of the tent. Wondering what he was doing I got up and guess what I did. I followed him outside. Damn it was cold. I snatched my jacket from where it was hanging. Nico walked a long distance and when he was done I yelled at Hermes through my head. Funnily, the sky didn't rumble. Myabe Greeks really aren't allowed here. I shivered at the very thought and sighed, hiding my body behind a tree. Heaviness fell over my ears. My body jerked at a voice, causing the tree to shake but thankfully the wind blew and a bunch of other trees shook too. I didn't know the voice but felt a strange longing for it, to hear it again.
"You did as I said I see," the voice murmured.
Nico's voice was hard when he spoke. "Yes but Shadow I don't-"
"I already told you, you don't need to know or understand. She has to be yours or else life will be a complete mess. After all, who wants to hurt the child," the voice, Shadow, hissed.
Nico didn't answer but I had feeling he was thinking up a bunch of names of people and monsters who'd want to hurt whomever they were having a nice long chat about.
"Don't be abrupt. Move in on it slowly. Don't force the feelings. If you mess this up all will be lost and He will have won," Shadow said. "Understood?"
"Understood. What about Jessica though?" Nico asked.
I heard a twig snap, indicating that something moved. I shifted my body and got a tiny glimpse of Nico and the person he was talking to. A boy that resembled the boy in the picture that Emily had taken. If he was that boy he looked so alive, so pulsing with life and yet he looked miserable, cold and sad like someone and had taken away his most favourite toy. I being the confused person I am didn't bother in questioning it. Greek gods existed. For all I knew Hades felt generous and was giving his son some guidance. I tried hard to figure out who this kid was but couldn't so I gave up. Shadow didn't answer Nico's question but snorted as though he found it funny that Nico cared about her.
"What about her? Does she really matter? No. So you aren't going to do a thing about her. Do you unde-" he stopped short, peering over Nico shoulder.
Nico turned to face my direction. "What's wrong?"
"Stay there, don't move unless I say you can," Shadow snapped without answering Nico's question which continued to hang in the silent air.
As the boy began to shift in my direction I looked down and then glared at the moon, muttering curses under my breath. The moon had reflected off of me thus causing a shadow to form therefore getting me caught. Damn it. When I turned back in the direction that my shadow had been facing I saw the boy. Now that I had a better view of the boy I realized that he was the boy from the picture and at that point I began to freak out. He had the same light, misty, chocolate brown eyes that seemed so beautiful I could probably stare at them all day. His hair was still short and midnight black and his skin was still paler than me and Nico's combined. He slapped one hand over my mouth and yanked my body closer to his, stepping behind the tree. My left jacket's sleeve was pulled up and I noticed he looked once at it before letting go and stepping from behind the trees. There was a sadness that I couldn't explain in his eyes and he looked at Nico.
"Made a mistake. There's a minature tree in front of it," he muttered. "Keep You-Know-Who protected. Love her. Care for her. Never let her go. Ignore Jessica. She doesn't matter."
After he said those nice words about keeping someone or the actual Voldemort protected - which would be strange considering the Voldemort is supposed to be a fiction character - the boy turned into mist and shot into the green earth like a bunch of pelting bullets. I slid around the tree slowly while Nico walked past it. If he noticed that the shadow of the minature tree disappeared suddenly he didn't do anything about it. I followed him ten feet behind him carefully and quietly back to the tent and upon entering I muttered something about going to pee in the nearby bushes when he gave me a questioning glance. He watched me as I shuffled back into my sleeping bag. A cold blast of air slammed into my face as I was turning my body to get comfortable. Nico got up and zipped up the tent because I had forgotten and just as I drifted off his arms encased me again but he didn't move or breathe in funny patterns. He just laid there with me, rubbing slow smooth circles on my arm with his thumb. As my mind hit the land of my father I wondered what Jessica was going to say in the morning.
Nico's POV
After my dear talk with Shadow I went back to the tent. The whole way there I felt as though I was being followed but didn't bother to see if i was. After all, Shadow did say some times demigods get that feeling in Bermuda but oddly enough there aren't any monsters that would want to hurt our type of religion. I didn't bother to ask him what he meant by that. I knew he wouldn't answer me anyway. Upon entering the tent I went into hyperventalation mode and freaked out. Where the freaking hell was Emily? BY the way, no matter how old I am, I don't exactly like to or always use disgusting words as that. I was brought as a good boy in the 1920's. Kids who were younger than sixteen weren't exactly allowed to use language like that though some did.
My head snapped up to the tent door as the zipper pulled down. I was about to grab my sword when her head popped in. Before I could say anything she muttered that she'd been in the bushes, releasing some inner fluids. I watched her for a long, my hands twitching nervously from where it was laid on lap. My head spun like crazy as thoughts ratlled and rushed around it. When the wind blew and brushed against that goddamn lusious hair I was hit with a wonderful scent of oranges, lavender and lilies. Now normally I'm not much of a flower person because, well if you got turned into a dandelion by your stepmother you wouldn't be so keen on making sure flowers stay alive but when it came from her it was wonderful.
Once she'd settle down in her - formally mine - sleeping bag I waited a few minutes then got comfortable against her. Her warmth surrounded me and overpowered the deathly coldness of my own skin and for once I felt almost human, almost normal. To demigods, actual gods, and mortals who can see through Mist my skin is close to the feel of a dead person's skin and to regular mortals my skin is pretty normal with a slight sign of coldness, like I shoved my hand in a bunch of ice for a few minutes. I always felt abnormal about that even though it is normal. I mean if I have to have freezing cold skin why can't the Thantos kids suffer as well? Why is only Hades kids have to have the funny skin? I waited for a minutes to see if she would do anything but she seemed to snuggled her body closer and I, smiling like Percy does whenever Annabeth agrees to a date, pulled her even closer. I'd figure out an explanition for Jessica later. Maybe tell her that I was asleep and thought that it was her. She'd believe me. She always did. It was more of obession for her rather than love though. Soone after I had Emily closer into my chest I fell into dreamland and awaited the next memory Shadow'd give to me of my past.
- Begin Dream -
This time it didn't show my mother and Bianca like it usually did. Instead whoever was controlling the awesome, powerful, imaginary camera of epic and total life focused on a young boy, sitting on a tree branch in a park. He seemed to be about eight and had curly hair that bunched up around his head like an afro. It was a light shade of black that made me think of the time when the Hermes Cabin dyed a bunch of mud black and attacked other campers with it. The mud was supposed to looked like poop from the pegasi. His dark eyes were a sort of melty, warm brown that reminded you instantly of a fire. Not a blazing, raging one but a smooth, nice one like it was a cold day and someone had just started up a fireplace. His skin was a darkish kind of tan and he was wearing a purple t-shirt and blue pants. His face made me think of Percy's younger brother, Samuel, when he was a baby because it looked so cheerful and babyish in a sort of grown, eight year old way.
A boy, about the same age, hopped up on the tree branch and grinned a the other one. In a way his features reminded me of Percy, making him look like Percy's minature. Black hair, tanned skin, green eyes, a michevious smile that makes people think they've done something wrong, etc. The boys both kicked their legs back and forth and looked around, waiting for someone. I couldn't help but feel that I knew them from somewhere.
"He's not coming, is he Benjamin? Ben? Benjamin!" Percy's minature snapped, whapping the other kid in the back of the head.
Said boy fell from the tree and somehow landed on his back even though he was three feet in the air and falling face-forwards. A girl that now looked like Thalia's minature stepped out from behind the tree and rolled her eyes. Benjamin groaned from where he was currently laying.
"Hitting on your boyfriend again Fish?" Thalia's minature smirked.
"Shut up Alexis," Fish growled. "At least I don't complain about how irritating normal human beings are!"
Before they could murder each other Benjamin rasied his body from the ground and screamed, "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FREAKING HELL UP! OR I'M COMING UP THERE AND MURDERING YOU BOTH!"
They did shut up actually. No matter how small the boy was or how non-scary he looked I was just the tiniest bit afraid of him. Boy, did he have a powerful voice. They all seemed to be waiting for someone. I noticed that on her shoulder Alexis had a small scar that resembled a bite mark. My dreamself examined the others closely only to find that they had them too. To be honest it worried me because like them on my shoulder was a bite mark that I had always assumed came from Bianca biting on me when we were younger, considering the fact that I had no clue as to what happened in my past and preferred to make things up. It was the only joy I had in life, watching my sister squirm while trying to deny everything I said without revealing that we knew nothing of our past. The only people we confided in were Grover and my teddy bears. Yes, I like teddy bears and I always will. Anyway... Eventually Fish dropped from the tree and looked around. When his eyes landed on a large black dog and a young boy about the same age as the rest of them he burst into a grin.
The dog had black fur that shimmered in the sunlight giving the clear immpression that he had gotten a bath recently. The fur though was short so it had to be close to or already summertime. The dog also wore a collar that said Michael. The boy that accompanied the dog looked immensely annoyed. His hair, which was black and hung an inch or two off of his shoulders, was wet. Despite being wet it had a shaggy, messy qaulity about it, giving me the immpression that either it was so unruly to the point of being immposible to straighten or that the boy really could care less about his appearance. He had a pale sort of olive skin tone. He wore an aviator jacket even though he was exactly old enough to be one. Hidden beneath the jacket was a black t-shirt and to complete his wonderful outfit he had on dark blue jeans and a shoulder bag slung over his shoulder. His black eyes landed on the kids that were smiling at him and his face lit up immediately.
If you haven't figured it out by now I should probably tell you. I was that boy. That boy was me. We are one in the same. He's my past and I am his future. Those of you who were smart enough to have already figured that piece of information out, kudos to you. May the luck of Tyche power you until death.
Anyway, me and my friends - I think they were - were having chats about school and how we didn't want summer to end. I found out Fish's real name was Daniel and that either he and Ben were both homosexuals which I do not have a problem with or that they like to pretend to be in love with each other, something Travis had talked me into doing with him for three weeks. It was an amusing three weeks. Finally, we came across a subject I found sudden interest in. The subject did not last long though.
"So when are you returning to that camp your parents sent you to?" I - creepy - asked, looking slightly upset.
Apparently they needed an excuse to tell me, seeing as they couldn't tell me that they were deimgods. They didn't exactly think of a good one.
"Um, we're not going back anymore," Fish said.
"Yeah, it's gotten a little boring and well, we're not exactly three anymore," Alexis added.
I just nodded and we went back to our previous converstion about school. I had to have the most dull life in the history of people with dull lives and that's saying something. I mean there are bunches of people who have dull lives, like Percy for example. His life just got boring after the war. We were still conversing when Michael saw a squirrel. Had I known that he wasn't interested in the squirrel rather than the person behind I probably wouldn't have been surprised that my dog was a murderous, bloodthirsty wolf. But I didn't so I was surprised.
Here's what happened: We were still talking amongst ourselves, arguing actually about which teacher was the better one when Michael began to stalk the person. Unfortunately the person was feeding a squirrel so the person was copying the squirrel's movements. Michael pounced on the person and almost ripped out the person's throat until I, being most amazing, walked over, grabbed the murderous dog by the collar and dragged him back to my group of friends while still talking as though my dog hadn't tried to murder someone. Maybe I was more clueless than I originally thought. I was beginning at that point to wonder what in the name of my father's most foul smelling gym socks was wrong with me. Michael seemed be at least one hundred pounds stronger and I was dragging the damn thing ten feet towards my friends. Scolding him, I pulled out a piece of meat that looked like a human heart out of my shoulder bag and threw the piece of meat to him.
When he was finished digesting it I walked over to a secluded spot and they followed. After we got there I then tugged out pieces of, what I'm pretty sure were, human flesh from my bag and threw them towards the dog again. If I wasn't asleep I'm pretty sure I would've fainted. Hopefully I wasn't vomiting all over Emily right now. After a while, my younger self was leaving to go to his part-time job at a grocery store. Cool, I had a job when I was like eight. Now I can insult Percy some more. In your face, Percy Jackson! Whoo! Anyway... Michael followed my younger self and everything began to fade while the outside world snapped into focus.
- End of Dream -
I woke up about thirty minutes before everyon else despite my huge lack of sleep. About two minutes aftr waking up Emily woke half-of-the-way up. If she noticed the way my arms were still wrapped around her she made no movement to do anything. Instead she turned around, looked me in the eye and then pressed her head against my chest whilst she closed her eyes and let out a long yawn. I couldn't help but smile and slowly I raised one hand and slid it through her hair. A smile spread over her lips. She looked like an angel. An angel!
I laughed quietly to myself as I remembered a chat I had one day with a ghost who had a demigod as a brother but still continued on with his father's job as a preacher. He told me about the angels when I told him my last name and that there was one angel, an angel of protection and, sometimes, worry. Michael. I named my dog the most ironic thing in the world. Michael di Angelo. Michael of Angels. Hah!
I slid my thumb down her face and began to think seriously this time. She was an angel. In my head I could envision her having white wings out of her back and possibly sitting on puffy cloud. She was wearing a white dress that cascaded down to her knees and a ribbon was wrapped around the center of the dress. It was black with small splotches of blue on it. Damn, she looked brilliant. Her hair was longer in my mind though and flowed gently over her back.
As I thought about the dog in my dream I remembered the hellhound puppy I had when went missing when I was five. I think that was the only memory of my whole life that I had. Of course I hadn't realized at that point in time that he was a hellhound though. I'd figured it out when Mrs. O'Leary had puppies. They tried to kill everything in sight. They were like that dragon that was running amuck in the forest. The only cabins they didn't destroy were mine, the Thantos Cabin, Percy's Cabin and the Zeus Cabin. I think they respected Hades and Thantos and then they were downright scared of the other two. They also tried to eat satyrs. They were killed after murdering two satyrs that had just crossed the borderline with the demigods they'd found and protected on the way back from visiting a cousin who lived Florida. Now their souls help Cerebus gaurd the underworld from intruders.
I deattached myself from the angel beside and felt her fingers crawl over my arm, trying to tug me back. She was half-asleep when I looked back at her so I wasn't going to take advantage or the situation. No. I was better than that. I pulled her fingers gentley off of my arm and rolled to the side of the tent. I could hear her shift relentlessly but soon she stopped. Soon after I was out of the tent and off to find a source of food, not exactly wanting Annabeth to kill me for looking through her stuff. I'd only walked along the sand with pointy edged stick that I'd found when I heard a sobbing sound coming from the bushes. I dropped my stick and pulled out my sword, creeping to the bushes. Inside of them, tucked carefully in the leaves, was a small boy. He seemed to be about ten and had tears falling down his face. I was about to ask what was wrong when he answered my unsaid question.
"They took my sister! They took Destiny!" he cried.
I'd write more but I made a stupid promise to update a week after a new chapter of M&M came up so yeah. Blame DaughterofPosiedon32498. So anyway, I have abnunch of tests coming up next week and then it will be summer and I've to babysit with my 60 something year old grandmother and go to a film camp called BIFF, Bermuda International Film Festival camp. After all of that I get to have a vaction in August so don't expect a new chapter soon.
Beside all of that, you like Nico? I couldn't figure out anything for Emily so I switched to Nico. I also stole Leo's looks. I'M SORRY RICK RIORDIAN! IT'S YOUR FAULT YOU MADE SUCH AN IRRESTIBLE CHARACTER! You should look up what he looks like. He is so sexy! And adorable! What about the memorable moment of Nico. I've had that in my head for weeks now.
Anyone who wants to know what the scar means can PM me and I'll tell you if you're impatient. An REviews make me happy so PLEASE REVIEW!
