Disclaimer: I don't the characters, they belong to Rick Riordan. I don't own the plot, it belongs to MBC. I just joined them for fun.

Episode 11: Part 1

Will was lucky that he returned to his world from the exact same spot where he had left.

That meant, he had access to the medical instruments and medicines that he needed to save Nico. He immediately started to search on the shelves and cupboards, pulling strange instruments- strange instruments for everyone else but those who are doctors. He grabbed all those supplies and placed them on a bag before leaving the hospital.

He only had one stop: his father's house.

He was surprised when seeing the gate opened and walked into the house, calling for Kayla.

"Kayla!" He looked around the house, looking slightly empty of people. At least, no one was answering. "Kayla!" He called again when seeing the grocery bags. "Dad?" He tried, knocking on the bedroom's door before walking in. "Dad." He sighed when he saw Apollo sat down on his chair, his back facing him. "Dad, why did you do it? You wanted to end it with a happy ending but... why did you kill all those people and why did you frame Nico di Angelo?" Will began ranting, not understanding why his father had taken that direction. "Can't you just make everyone happy?" Upon not getting a reply, Will walked around the desk Apollo was sitting next to...

Only to get the shock of his life seeing his father with no face.

Will rushed out of the room and the house, with the impression Apollo would chase him but when he reached the front garden, he realized it wasn't the case.

Realizing that could be what Kayla did, run away from the house without closing the gate, he decided to call her, to see where was she.

She answered after the first ring.

"Hello? Big Bro Will... Big Bro Will, where are you?" Kayla's voice was anxious. "I came to the hospital but you're not here, why?"

"I'm at the office and dad... What happened?" Will managed to ask, trying not to lose it.

"It's gone..." Kayla stammered, her fear coming back. "Master... His face disappeared."

"I know! What happened?" Will wanted to keep her on track.

"He doesn't have eyes... Nor a nose and lips..." It was obvious that Kayla was still in shock. "I- I passed out and I heard voices inside the room... I ran away from there but... He was d-d-drawing as what he was told to do."

"Then... The culprit is making dad draw all of this?" Will checked, connecting the dots with his theory that something had gone wrong.

"I don't know. I don't know-" Kayla muttered over and over. "I'm just- just- I'm so scared!" She sobbed over the phone.

"Then what will happen to dad?"

"Big Bro! I told you I didn't know! It's dangerous here so hurry and leave, please?" Kayla insisted.

"Nico di Angelo got shot by a gun. If I leave him like that, he might die." Will argued back.

"If the worst happens, you will die first. I told you Master wasn't Master!" Kayla repeated, raising her voice. "So... Hurry and leave. Close the door too." Kayla finished the conversation hanging up, leaving Will with three alternatives.

One, wait until someone- preferably Kayla, otherwise it would be really hard to explain -came and go in together.

Two, walk away and do absolutely nothing.

Three, sneak back in there and do what has to be done.

Will took his decision quick and sneaked back inside, trying to make as little noise as possible. He slowly and silently opened the master's bedroom door and noticed that his father was still in the same spot where he left him- that meant he didn't even get up to chase him.

Seeing as he wasn't making any kind of movements while he was advancing towards him, Will aimed to grab a hold onto the drawing tablet. His hands gently placed on the edges of the tablet...

Only for another hand to grab hold of his.

Nico was trying to hold onto his sense while waiting for Will when he heard voices in the hallway.

"Hello?" A woman's voice greeted.

"We're police. Let us search for a moment." Nico's senses were in high alert. He knew why the police could be here and that, eventually, they would reach his room.

"We are searching for a suspect. Please excuse us for a moment." Another officer informed the woman. While the officers were busy inspecting the room next to his, Nico began turning the lights off in his, feeling a tremendous amount of pain when he reached out for the gun- that was far away from him. A few minutes later, Nico heard them leave the room. "Thank you for your cooperation." They thanked the woman before talking to themselves. "Next?"

"Room 213."

Without Nico or the officials' knowledge, the door belonging to room 213 began disappearing, along with the blood that Nico had let dropped involuntarily. So, as Nico was ready to defend himself, he was surprised as the officers when he heard them talk.

"What is this? There is no room 213."

"Is it incorrectly listed?"

"We checked the second floor. Going up to the third floor." Evidently, they were talking to someone else and Nico heard their footsteps walking away from the door.

Only then, he relaxed and laid the gun to the side.

Meanwhile, Will had managed to lock his father out of the bedroom.

He drew really fast, knowing that both Nico didn't have much time and that his father would continue to go after him.

The first thing he did was to erase the door of the hotel room where Nico was.

This action was followed by cleaning the drops of blood that Nico had left behind him in the hallway.

The surveillance camera that was inside the elevator that they took also disappeared.

His next step was changing not only the color of the car but also the license plate. It was easier than to erase the car whole and draw a new one.

After all their tracks were covered, Will pulled out the medical instruments that he had 'borrowed' from the hospital and began drawing them, one by one, all while listening to his father trying to barge in. However, his concentration didn't waver. He was as focused as he would be in surgery.

He just hoped the door hang on there a bit longer.

He just hoped Nico could hang on there a bit longer.

Nico was battling consciousness.

Every time he closed his eyes, he would see the scene of his family dead on the floor with no apparent reason.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see his Uncle Poseidon asking him questions about what had happened to his family, his voice resonating in his mind. The insecurity in his voice-

The gunshot that ended his life.

Thankfully, his nightmares wouldn't continue for now.

Out of nowhere, the ringing of an alarm clock started to sound, making Nico open his eyes wide and awake. His head turned to where the sound was coming from, lighting the night stand's lamp and was surprised that, not only there was an alarm clock where there wasn't one before... but that the bloody towels were gone and replaced with medical instruments.

There was only one logical explanation for all of this. Nico hoped so.

"Mr. Solace, is it you?" He mumbled out, looking around. "Please, answer me. Where are you?" For the first time in his life since the death of his family, Nico was scared and felt he couldn't trust anyone. His attention was soon on a note that laid on top of the instruments, a note Nico only imagined came from Will.

Come to your senses and get up.

I can't go there right now.

So you have to treat yourself. Please get up.

Nico couldn't continue reading, as his head collapsed on the pillow and fell asleep.

Before Will could finish drawing, the tablet light up out of nowhere and surprised him.

"Who are you?" Will's eyes opened in surprise listening to the voice and dropped the stylus pencil he was holding. "Are you Will Solace? When did you go out?" Before Will had time to react, two hands were immediately on his neck, wrapping around it.

The intention was clear: choke him to death.

Will began to struggle for air, while his own hands were trying to separate those aliens of his body. Despite being fictional hands, said hands were strong and Will was finding hard to achieve his task. While one of his hands continued to try to break the attacker's, his other hand tried to reach out for anything that could be used as a weapon, sadly with no luck.

With a bit of desperation, Will reached out for the only other thing that could be helpful at this moment. He reached his hand out for the top of the tablet and pressed the power button off.

The hands disappeared from around his neck, sending the killer back to his world, and, curiously, his father stopped trying to break in.

Panting while recovering air, Will went to check on his silent father, only to find him on the floor, passed out.

"Dad?" Will called him, unsure yet. Apollo didn't move upon hearing him so Will knelt next to him and tried again by touching his shoulder. Nothing happened, no reaction out of him. "Dad..." Will stared at his faceless father, not sure what to do. So far, his only solution was to lay him on his bed, in his old childhood room so he could work without interference.

He will pay... Will promised himself. Orcus will pay for what he did to him... and for what he did to Nico...

Once back in the master bedroom, Will stared at the powered-off tablet with his complete attention. So much attention, that he had missed Kayla walking back into the house.

"Big Bro... Big-" Kayla was speaking softly as if she didn't want to get caught but lost all pretense when she saw him. "I thought something happened to you because you didn't come." Will didn't even answer her, his focus was on the tablet. "Are you okay? Oh! Are you okay, Big Bro?" Kayla freaked out the minute she saw the marks Will had around his neck. "What about Master?"

"I laid him down in the room and locked the door. I had no choice." Will justified himself, his voice trying to sound impassive. Kayla's curious face meant that Will had to explain what had happened. "He tried to attack me when I grabbed the tablet. I managed to lock him out the room and began to draw but the killer saw me and began to strangle me." Kayla's gasp was inevitable. "Tried to shake it off but was strong. When I turned off the tablet, Dad suddenly became quiet."

"Why? If we turn off the power then he loses communication with the real culprit?" Kayla reasoned and Will nodded.

"Looks like it, even though I'm also confused." He admitted, looking at her.

"Then what do we do about Master?" Kayla wondered but Will was unsure of his answer.

"Should we make it appear as a dream, just like the last time?" He suggested.

"A dream? A dream... A dream! Right, we should do it!" Kayla repeated in agreement. "Should we go back in time? When Nico di Angelo was very young, 10 years ago. Before his family died. A dream that occurred even before the culprit appeared!" It was obvious that Kayla was really excited about her solution, one could see it in her face. "Then it'll nip the bud, right?" Will nodded but had a problem.

"But we can't turn on the power. What if the culprit is waiting for me to turn this on?" He pointed out, angry. "I can't draw anything right now." He finished rubbing his face to hide his tiredness.

"What do we do then?" Kayla asked him. Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door and Lee, who had accompanied Kayla to the house, made his entrance.

"Will Solace!" He called out, looking at the room. "Woah so that's his father's office..." He mumbled before turning to a tired Kayla. "What about Will?"

"He's here." Kayla gestured to her right, though Lee's reply surprised her.

"Where?" Tired to play around with Lee and too scared about recent events, Kayla turned to see Will...

But Will wasn't there.

Again.

Will, somehow, had landed again in the manhwa.

But he didn't realize it until someone spoke his name.

"Will Solace... Is Will Solace his real name?" Will looked from behind his hands and looked around the room. This wasn't his father's room, this was an office. And sitting next to him, without realizing that there was an intruder in the office, sat Zeus Olympia. The man was talking over the phone while looking at pictures of him, pictures that seemed to be taken from when Nico was escaping the hospital. "Who is Will Solace, that man? Right, then we have to start by looking for him. Then we'll catch him." Will's first instinct was to get out of the room but how to do that without being noticed? He took a step away from Zeus who was still on the phone, laughing, and crouched. "It's karma. It means that heaven is still on the side of justice and the world is still functioning properly." Will began to crawl towards the door, trying not to catch his attention. "I told you, Nico di Angelo is a psychopath. I knew it. It's most likely they'll drag it out once Nico di Angelo has been arrested. It's better for him to be shot to death." Will's heart stopped while hearing that but couldn't stop or he'll be discovered. "If he has the intent to be repentant, that's even better."

Unfortunately, his good luck will not last, as twisting the doorknob was louder than Will expected.

Crap! He knows I'm here now!

"Mister, who are you?" Zeus inquired. If he had been a non-threatening character, Will would have conceded that the question was valid. But not now. "Who are you to come in just like that?"

Will did the only thing that actually came to mind: opening fully the door and running away from the office under the astonished looks for the personal. What Will ignored was that his face left a lingering impression on Zeus Olympia that he had seen that man before.

And arriving at the right conclusion.

What the hell? Why was I in Zeus Olympia's room? Will wondered to himself while running away from the building. Why him? It was indeed weird until Will factored the pictures he had seen. He is looking for me? Did Zeus Olympia drag me in here? That thought alone was scary but that made more sense when matched with the words of the killer. Then last time... Nico wasn't looking for me. The killer was looking for me? The protagonist wasn't looking for me?

He needed to discover why now. He walked around until he reached a little store and walked in.

"Welcome." The guy behind the counter greeted him. Will simply nodded back in acknowledgment.

"What's today's date?" Weird question if there was one, but the guy answered truthfully and quickly.

"It's the 22nd."

"What time is it?" Will insisted, a little of relief crossing his face. The guy checked his phone before answering.

"Says it's 11 pm." It means only two hours have passed...

"Do you know what happened to Nico di Angelo?" Will had looked around before asking as if he didn't want to be caught.

"Nico di Angelo?" The guy repeated, confused.

"Yes, I couldn't watch the news." Wow, I've become better liar... though, not technically lying...

"Ah, he ran away." The guy gave him the answer, understanding now. "And I don't think they caught him yet."

"Thank you." Will thanked him before leaving the store. His plan was to take a taxi and get back to the hotel. But before he could even do that, something weird began to happen.

Time began to move faster. The people around him seemed to be part of a movie montage, of those used to show that time was moving faster inside the same movie. But not only the people, the sky changed from dark to blue, meaning at least a day had passed but the number of people passing by contradicted that.

When Will felt that time had stopped moving around him, and still in a great sense of amazement, he returned back to the store, finding the same guy behind the counter- though he doubted he remembered him.

"Welcome." The guy welcomed him inside like, for Will, had been less than five minutes.

"Excuse me... do you happen to know what date it is today?" Why am I out of breath so easily? I need to exercise more...

"Today? It's the 22nd."

"The 22nd?" He said it was the 22nd earlier too... "It's not... the September 22nd?"

"Yes." One month passed by...

"Excuse me... Do you know what happened to Nico di Angelo?"

"Nico di Angelo?"

"Yes, I came back from overseas so I couldn't watch the news."

"He has fled and is still wanted, don't you know?" A customer that was getting closer to pay provided the answer he was looking for. "It's already been a month, but he's still at large, that punk."

"I heard he died. He ran away and got shot." The guy behind the counter offered his theory.

"He can't die that easily! He has to be caught and be punished!" The man disagreed, hotly. "He needs a sentence for life!" He finished his opinion by changing radically the topic. "I want to buy this."

Will didn't stay around after that exchange of words, the men didn't even notice he left. This time, he did hail a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the hotel he last had left Nico. The ride would have been silent... if it wasn't for the radio.

"Approximately 300 or so members of the people's TV union gathered in front of the WVN's company building not to mandate the suspension of broadcasting, but to demonstrate for the closure of the network. WVN is the solely owned enterprise of Nico di Angelo who has disappeared-"

"I'm sick to death of this news about Nico di Angelo." The driver complained, turning the radio off. "I want to stop hearing about this. All throughout the entire month. It's not like it's good news or anything. How could he have committed such heinous crime as a human being?" He mainly spoke to himself as Will was trying not to hear him, or at least not to pay attention to it. "He shot his father, shot himself... Audaciously pretended to be the prince of justice, and acting like a hero."

Is this what people now thought of him...?

A/N at the end of the episode