Hey, guys! This is my very first fanfiction that I've ever written. Hope you enjoy! Warning: This story does depict a violent scene that includes blood. If you don't feel comfortable with this, there will be a warning.

Chapter One: Prologue

"Mom," a 10-year-old Will Solace croaked. "It happened again."

Tears were streaming down the boy's face. This usually sun-shiny face was downcast. His sky-blue eyes now looked like a pool of sadness, and his mother, Naomi, an underpaid waitress who worked long hours, knew exactly why.

"Come here, baby. Mommy's got you," Naomi comforted.

Will crawled into the bed where his mother slept. He looked up at her with swollen, red eyes.

"It's not fair."

"I know."

They stayed like that for who knows how long, but they woke up to the rays of the morning sun. Will had woken up with the sun for as long as he can remember, a trait he inherited from this father. His father was a sore topic. He had abandoned his mother, breaking her hear after he heard she was pregnant. His mother was forced to work as a pregnant employee at their local café to pay her bills. The day Will was into the world, she had only taken a maternity leave for a week before returning to work. She had bills to pay and another mouth to feed. Will had grown up in that café with the owner and employees growing to be a family. They were a broken family but still one.

The other employees in the café were Sophia Blackstone and Martha Markowitz. They were like second mothers to Will. They each had one child who were like brother and sister. Lou Ellen Blackstone and Cecil Markowitz were brought into his family of two's life when Naomi had met them at work. Each had their own story.

Martha was- and is- happily married to Hermes Markowitz. They had had Cecil together, but they were tight on money. Both had two jobs. At day, Martha was working as a teacher in a public school, and at night, she was a waitress. Cecil was the oldest of the group with two months on Will and three on Lou.

Sophia was married to Jake Blackstone, a local firefighter. He was Sophia's world, and she was his. They were a newlywed couple being only married for a year and in their late 20s. When there was a fire, Jake rushed in, having no regard for his own safety and annoying/worrying Sophia non-stop. Maybe that was his fatal flaw. He had into a burning building to save a small baby girl, only a month old. Her wails powered Jake till his last breath only hours after saving her. The orphanage had set fire. She was found out to be named Lou Ellen. She was alone until Sophia adopted her. Lou was Jake's last gift to the world. Sophia would protect and love her as her own. Lou knew about her past, but she looked to the present. After all, she was a gift. Lou was the youngest of the group by only a couple months. She would always be protected.

All three kids and moms were a family. They would stick together no matter what. If Will was reminded of the heartache he went through seeing his mom still heartbroken about his father, Lou and Cecil would be there. If Lou remembered glimpses of the fire, Cecil and Will were there. If Cecil wanted a parent to tuck him in, but they were at work, Will and Lou were there. They were a trio. A triangle of friendship.

Shaking out of his reverie, Will looked to his side. His mother was always an early riser, waking up before the sun even rose from its slumber. Her frame had been indented in the mattress. Will walked down the stairs, avoiding the twelfth one, knowing it creaks. He walked to the dining table, plopping himself down in his chair.

"Morning, William," his mom said, a smile plastered on her face. His mom never called him Will for some odd reason. She only did so when angry. He found that quite amusing as most parents used the child's full name when mad.

"Morning, Mom."

A few moments passed with only the sound of the eggs being fried, and his mother flipping them.

"Did it come back?"

"No." It never came back with his mom. His mom was like the sun, only shedding love, warmth, and comfort in the darkest of times.

It was horrid. Every once in a while, Will had a dream. No. Not a dream. Dreams were an escape from reality. They were an escape from worries, making them seem thousands of miles away. Dreams were beautiful. This…this was not a dream. This was a nightmare. A nightmare that made Will know he was different. He woke up the same way every time. It first happened when he was five. He woke up with light coming out of him. Light tendrils. They had bounced around his room. It sounded beautiful. Magical even. It was. It was just Will was too terrified of what happened moments ago to care. His mom didn't know what to make of the light. They decided to let it be. They never found out why it happened.

He always woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around at the scene around him. The light was there. The fear was imminent. The light always went away after a while. What were they? The small family of two didn't have a clue (A/N haha that rhymed… Ok on with the story). He never told his other family. His family not by blood but love. His mother respected his wishes.

The nightmare started with Will waking up. He never knew he was going to have the dream. It was a normal day. He woke up along with the sun. He went downstairs, avoiding the twelfth step. He plopped himself down at the table in his chair. Then, chaos struck. Instead of his mother preparing breakfast, it was his dad staring at him with his sky-blue eyes. Will was a spitting image of his father. They had the same curly blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, build, and complexion. Will just had his mother's smile and heart.

Will's dad, Apollo, looked at him and said the same thing each time, "Will. You've grown so much."

Every time after that within the next three seconds, monsters invaded his nightmare. Not just the scary ones you ask your parents to look under the bed for but his monsters. His mom crying in her room when she thought Will was in his. Lou Ellen and Cecil leaving him. Being alone with no light.

Then he woke up after his father's voice echoed with the monsters. He was always saying, "Don't forget me." After he wakes up, he wakes to the light wisps. Then, the cycle repeats.

He shook his head again, getting rid of remembering. Remembering hurts too much. He looked at the clock. He always struggled with them because, one, he didn't have the patience because of his ADHD, and two, the numbers moved around because of his dyslexia. Finally, he got it. 6:03 am. The sun had woken just thirty minutes before into the New York sky. School started in two hours.

His mom came to the table, laying his scrambled eggs on his plate with bacon. He finished eating at what he thought to be 6:21am. He went to do his daily routine.

At 7:06am, he was ready for his first day at his new school. Lou Ellen and Cecil had transferred schools as well after the three mothers decided to rent a bigger apartment and move in together. Will and Naomi were in the midst of packing. Soon, they would say good-bye to their small, slightly broken apartment to welcome a bigger one. Boxes of clothes and the small amount of dismantled furniture were all neatly in a corner. Soon, the children and mothers would be living together, happy. Will was overjoyed.

He passed time by talking with his mom as she got ready for work, putting on her apron, makeup, and name tag. Soon, it was time to go. The trio of kids all walked to school together, agreeing to meet at Will's place since it was the closest. He went down, a nervous wreck. He was sleep-deprived on his first day of a new school because of a freaky nightmare that came. That's exactly how he wanted to start the year.

Braving into the world, he opened the door leading out the of apartment, going down the stairs, and heading to his friends. Cecil nodded at him.

"Hey."

Lou Ellen was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so nervous. I could barely sleep last night. I was tossing and turning basically all night. I'm not that tired though. Weird, huh? I wonder what our class is like. Is 4th grade tough? I hope not. What do you guys think? Well, I hope they don't think we-"

"Lou. Everything is going to be fine," Will said. "Calm down. Deep breaths. In and out."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Thanks, Will."

"Thank God, Will. She would not stop blubbering the way here. She was all nervous. Totally weird," Cecil groaned, smirking.

Lou smacked him.

"Ouch!"

"At least he helped me unlike some people, Cecil."

Will laughed. Walking to school with his friends, he realized something. He wasn't going to have a horrible day- scratch that, year- with two best friends to keep him busy. He was going to be okay. Maybe this school year wouldn't be too bad.

Nico quivered in fear. His 10-year-old body couldn't handle this. His mom said to hide, so he did. His dad was nowhere to be found. Where was Bianca? Should he go look for her? No. Stay here. The man yelled again.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are, little boy."

He shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from making a sound. He heard a rustle to his right. Bianca?

Turns out, he had heard to.

"Who is it? The little girl? Or maybe the boy?"

He sauntered over about ten feet to Nico's right.

"The girl."

He grabbed her, pointing the gun at her. His partner in the crime said two words that broke Nico over and over again.

"Kill her."

This is where blood comes. Please skip to the next bold text if you don't want to read it.

"No, please. I want to live," Bianca cried. "I want to live with my brother."

"Maybe in the next life."

A boom echoed through the room. It shook Nico out of his trance. Red appeared in Bianca's white T-shirt. It slowly went to her jeans, soaking them. He shot at her heart. She's gonna die. Rage flooded him. Only seeing red, he had begun to stand up. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to fight back.

"NO! HOW COULD YOU?! I LOVE HER! SHE'S MY SISTER!" He screamed in fury. Pure black tendrils came out of his body. They wrapped around the criminals. The murderers. They slowly squeezed them. Nico had a sadistic grin on his face as they begged for their lives.

"P-please. We-e'r-re sorr-y," they choked.

"I don't forgive you." With those words uttered, the tendril's force increased tenfold. Soon, they were dead. Reality hit Nico. Nico was a murderer. Nico had no sister. He started to run to her.

Blood scene ends. Summary: Bianca, Nico's sister, dies at the hands of the two criminals. Nico then uses tendrils of darkness to kill them. He then rushes to Bianca.

"Bi-ian-nca? Wake up! Please!"

"Mio dolce fratello, move on. Don't get stuck. Ti amo." Her eyes fluttered shut. Her Italian words rang through his head. Nico didn't want to think about anything else. He was numb. He knew it would all sink in later like a wave of emotion crashing down on him. He screamed. His father rushed in, tears streaming down his face as well.

"Nico. Mama is dead. Maria is dead," his father, Hades, said tearfully.

The wave crashed.

"Papa, Bianca. Bianca. She's gone."

"Nico, we'll be okay. It'll be okay."

The police arrived at the scene of the crime. Nico and Hades were stone-faced, showing no emotion. The family of four lost half its members that day. The di Angelo family had broken.

One day passed, and Nico was still stone-faced. He made a promise that day. He promised to never cry unless something to the extreme of this happened again, and that was never going to happen. Hades had thrown himself into his job. He had a funeral and jewel business. Weird two things to go together, right? The jewel shop had been run by Maria, Nico's mother. Nico's family had good money throughout his life with being able to afford to live comfortably. After the incident, the di Angelo business took off because of the time Nico's dad spent at work. They didn't have a funeral for Bianca and Maria. Both knew they couldn't. It hurt too much. They were also thinking of moving to America in a few years, but that was a long while from then.

Nico, only ten, had to learn to take care of himself. He learnt fast. After his emotional scars were not visible to the outside, he was sent back to school where the happy, go-lucky kid was gone, and the angry, broken kid was present. He never took his mask off after that. It concealed the broken kid inside of himself. He never wanted people to know the truth.

Hades and Nico were never the same again. Hades drowned himself in work, trying to distract himself from the reality of what happened: Maria and Bianca di Angelo were never coming back, and there was nothing he could do. Nico had accepted it, but he didn't take it well. He was an unstable kid in school, constantly getting into fights even though he was only ten. He created the reputation as the "Bad Kid" in school. Everyone was scared of him. If only they knew what lied inside.

Nico adapted to being the outsider. He had to keep up his "street cred," as he called it, by making himself the bad guy. He masked his true, heartbroken self with being alone. He was always alone now. His father was working, and he never made friends. He still remembered it. The day everything changed.

Ever since the day when he killed the two murderers, Nico kept it to himself. He never told of his powers. He didn't know why he had it. His dad didn't know about it. How did he have it?

Nico spent some nights in his room just letting the darkness come out once again. He loved the feeling. He felt free whenever he did it. He felt almost happy. Almost. He didn't know when he would be happy once more. His heart and head didn't tell him anytime soon, so he suffered in silence, letting his power out to calm him. He did it when the waves were crashing so badly, it felt like a tsunami in his soul.

The tendrils always tried to sneak out the window, going into Italy. He couldn't let them. What even were they? He sighed. In the two weeks since Bianca and Mama's death, he learned to control these powers he had. He learned how to pull the darkness back in and let it out. Yet, words still rang in his head, keeping him up to the early hours of morning.

Ti amo.

Both wondered that day. Will while walking down the street with his friends, and Nico laying in his bed with wisps of darkness surrounding him. Did anyone have the same power as him?

So? What'd you guys think? I do have a storyline prepared, but all reviews are welcome (except flames)! I hope you enjoyed. Please review what you think or any ideas you have! Stay golden!

Ti amo- I love you

Mio dolce fratello- My sweet little brother

-EscapingWriter