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Chapter 5-È troppo doloroso parlare di adesso

Kayla POV

After the cyclops dragged away Nico and knocked both of us unconscious, we woke up approximately ten hours later, laying in the dirt.

I groaned and saw Kodak sitting up, holding a sword. It was Nico's sword. "Of course he was left defenceless. Who knew such a stupid cyclops were that intelligent to disarm him?"

He looked kinda cute when he was worried. I mean… no! He does not look cute! I'm not saying Kodak is ugly though! I'm saying… UGH why are my emotions so messed up?!

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking around.

Nico's backpack laid next to ours on the dusty ground. I grabbed my backpack and took out two small squares of ambrosia.

I tapped Kodak on the shoulder and he turned around. "Kodak, here. It will replenish your energy." I gave him the square of ambrosia and popped my whole square into my tired mouth. I immediately felt refreshed and saw Kodak munching on his square too.

I grabbed the rest of the backpacks and looked at Kodak, who finished his square. "Hey, can you like, I dunno, locate Nico with your super cool Mother Earth powers?"

Kodak stretched and replied. "I can try, but it might take me a second." He closed his eyes, and stood there. And stood there. And stood there.

I tapped my foot impatiently against the ground. He continued to stand there.

I sat on the ground and dug through all the backpacks, looking for something that might help us. I could find nothing.

I glanced at Kodak.

Nothing.

I zipped up all bags and slung Nico's on my back. I glanced again. Nothing.

I threw Kodak's backpack on my back over Nico's backpack, and repeated the process with my own backpack so I was carrying all on my back. I glanced for the third time at Kodak.

Nothing.

I sighed and ran my hand through my dirty hair. I sighed again and yelled. "Will you get a-"

Kodak gasped and his golden eyes flew open. He was clutching his head and looked like he was about to pass out. I dug into my backpack awkwardly as it was still on my back, and pulled out another square of ambrosia. Kodak accepted it and said, "He is on mainland."

I groaned while looking up at the sky, tired of all this running around. "How are we supposed to get there, oh genius one?" I grumbled as Kodak scarfed down his ambrosia.

He smirked and replied, "I have an idea."

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"You know, when you said you had an idea, I did not realize that would mean us sprinting and jumping to rocks in the middle of the sea would be your idea!" I screamed at Kodak as he ran beside me.

His smile told me he did not care.

I just ran faster.

Nico POV

After being painfully embarrassed in front of a horde of cyclops, then painfully dragged through dirt like Kodak was, then painfully knocked unconscious, I was about done with all the pain for the day.

On top of that, I was just - yes, painfully - thrown in a cell in some dusty basement of sorts. Of course I regain conscious when the timing is terrible. I was too dark to see, but I heard uneven breathing. There must be another prisoner in here with me. It can't be Kodak or Kayla because of what the cyclops said.

Before I could help it, I was sucked into memories.

As I made sure the skeleton and Kayla returned Kodak I quickly stabbed the cyclops and watched as he dissolved.

I smirked and started to walk away until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and brought my sword up to hit the figure.

But the figure easily disarmed me and threw my sword behind themself. The figure looked like a human, but who knew what that was. They were wearing a full black cloak with a hood and mask. Wow. Excessive.

I growled. "Who are you?"

The figure replied in a voice neither male or female, "Call me Shadow. Why did you kill my cyclops?"

My eyes widened. "Yo-your cyclops?"

Shadow smirked. "Of course my cyclops. Why else would I be here?"

As Shadow was talking, an army of fifty or more cyclops walked to join them. I inhaled and made my darkness sneak up and try to kill them. Key word try.

A wall of vines immediately blocked my power from reaching them. I tried again, this time shaping my darkness into spears and shooting them to the vines. Instead of the vines retreating, they wrapped toward me.

I tried to shadow travel away, but I was too weak, and I collapsed as Shadow's vines dragged me to the cyclops nearest to me, and it grabbed my leg.

"Take him to mainland. Only him. Go before I slap you into action."

I was dragged through the dirt and dust, approaching the water. My head hit a particularly sharp rock and I fell unconscious.

I searched and searched my mind to think of an ancient being that controlled vines and cyclops, but going by the name of Shadow.

I found nothing.

I remembered where we were and called out. "Hello? Who is there?"

I heard someone groan. "Nico? Is it finally you?"

I recognized that voice. But I feared the pain that came along with it. "Wi-Will, gods is it you? Oh my gods Will!" I cried.

I groped around in the darkness until I felt a curled up figure in the corner. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

Will' voice came again. "Do you want the answer that will help you sleep at night, or the real answer?"

"The real one." I replied, running my hands through his golden locks.

He shifted in his position. "They…" He sighed shakily. I curled up next to him, still playing with his hair.

"What did they do to you, Will?" I whispered, placing a soft kiss on his head.

Will sighed again. "They… well… they hurt me pretty bad. And… other stuff too."

Oh gods. Oh my gods. "They… they did that? All of that?"

I felt him nod. "Yeah." He croaked out.

I started silently crying. "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough to prevent this from happening."

"No no no no no Nico this is not your fault."

I just cried and held Will tighter.

"Hey Nico, I have been thinking, you know on the day you were hurt, you said something in Italian? The phrase I completely forget how to say?"

I chuckled. "You mean the È troppo doloroso parlare di adesso?"

"Yeah that."

"Oh it means it is too painful to talk about right now (can anyone confirm that translation?)."

Will nodded again. "Well, what was too painful to talk about?"

I groaned. "Will! Come on. Do I have to say?"

"No you come on, please tell me. I thought I made you less reserved after all these years. Why won't you open up to me?"

I groaned again. "Fine. But I want no pity. So the story starts…"

"Wait gimme a second…" Will squirmed around until he got comfortable. I rolled my eyes. "Ok go."

Nico started. "One day, when I was really young, before the whole casino thing happened, I was walking in the park with my friend.

I was walking along with Alisha, my best friend. We were walking in a park and admiring the scenery when suddenly we were pulled into a dark alleyway by a man. He immediately gagged us and tied us up.

"Alright now listen here you little-"

I hesitated. "Will? This dude swears. Do you wanna hear it, or should I not replay what he said?" I asked.

"Don't swear. Just represent swearing using a pound symbol instead. Or hashtag to you more educated people. So like go 'What the #' Ok?"

I laughed and agreed.

(Although I swear in some of my other stories, I would still like to keep this one as clean as possible. Also nothing said in this part is anywhere close to true, I 100% support everyone.)

"Alright now listen here you little #. I know what you are. You are no good, pieces of # that do no # good in this # world. And, on top of all of that, you are also little # # you #."

We were both shaking from fear as he approached us. Alisha started silently crying.

I came up with the genius idea to push the gag out with my tongue. Like literally, people are always like, 'Oh no I'm gagged guess I can't talk!' I saw Alisha watch me, and she copied what I did.

He just evilly glared at us and continued, "And you may think you can hide from your families and friends, but you can't hide from me you no good gay pieces of #."

By this time, we were both crying. Alisha spoke up, trying to be fearless. "How did you find out?" I mentally scolded her, why did she talk back?

"Shut up!" He yelled, whipping out a knife and slashing it at Alisha. It sliced her face and she screamed in agony.

He clamped a dirty hand over her face and forced her to stop screaming.

I was trembling with pure terror as I wiggled my hands, attempting to get out of my restraints.

He noticed and leered in front of my face. "Don't get any ideas, young man. After I'm done with her, I'm coming for you."

I kept scraping at the rope, until finally it loosened enough to use my hands. Slowly, without the man noticing, I bent down to my ankles and quickly untied them.

I was free! I jumped up and immediately scooped up Alisha. The man stopped spitting insults and hurting her, but took out another knife and chased after us as we ran.

Alisha got out of her ropes just as the man threw the first knife.

I tried to dodge it, but the knife quickly became embedded deeply into my shoulder. I screamed in pain and dropped Alisha.

"You little gay # I got you now!" He screamed.

The man set free another knife that sailed to my exposed back and I closed my eyes, awaiting the pain.

But I felt nothing.

I opened them, and to my horror, I saw Alisha with a knife through her heart, laying in a pool of her blood.

I turned around, ignoring the sharp pain coming from my shoulder as I faced my best and only friend. She was dying right before my eyes.

I felt dizzy as I grasped her hand and her chest fell for the last time.

I cried. And cried.

Someone must've heard what was going on, because I hear new voices, and hands lifting me up. Someone grabbed the man, too.

Then the man looks right into my eyes as they hauled him away. "Beware, you and your gay little friends, for you just made an enemy of the Ugliano family."

The last thing I saw before I passed out was a concerned face hovering right in front of me.

"And that's what happened." I said, voice void of any emotion.

"Oh my gods Nico I am so sorry! I didn't realize!" Will said in horror.

I shrugged half-heartedly and replied, "What is there to be sorry about?"

"For pressuring you to do all that stuff."

I just shrugged at his concern again and started, "It's fine. The incident still hurts but every day I-"

CREEEAAAAK

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Just so you know, I do not think any of the things I said about gay is bad, I support, I just wanted to add some feels. What is a fanfiction with no feels?

Review greatly appreciated!

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-Nat