Chapter Four


Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan. I do own all of the OCs, with an exception for Walker. He belongs to Star Holder Commander.


Nico's POV

I had given up on pulling against the chains at least an hour ago. It was hopeless, these things were made out of titanium or something like that. Some strong metal that was unbreakable and unbendable. The only way out of these things was with the key.

Kyra still wasn't moving, and it was really starting to worry me. She hadn't been unconscious for this long since the time she charged into her burning house and got severe burns all over her body. Even then I knew in the back of my mind that she'd pull through. We had Chiron to heal her. But this time, there was no Chiron.

I lean my head back against the wall, sighing. I hoped, for the sake of his safety, that Mike was doing everything Osiris wanted him to do. I saw how fast the simplest thing could anger him. If Mike messed up and didn't do what he wanted, Osiris would probably kill him.

"Ung,"

My head snaps up and I look at Kyra. She had moved, she was awake. Even if she was just barely awake, she was alive. And that's all I could ask for.

"Kyra, don't move," I say.

"What?" she groans.

"Don't move. The wires will just cut deeper into your arms and you'll bleed more,"

"Then what the fuck do you expect me to do?"

"Just lay there,"

She sighs. "Fine."

A beat passes between us, and then I speak up again. "What all did he do to me? I passed out after the whipping,"

"You don't remember him burning you?"

I shake my head. "No, but that would explain why my back feels like hell,"

"That's not all. After he whipped your torso, he turned you around and whipped your back, then be burned you. And he whipped you again, and then splashed this acid all over your back,"

"Holy shit, he sure went at it, didn't he?"

"Where's Mike?" She had just noticed he wasn't with us. I couldn't blame her that she hadn't noticed sooner, she was in a lot of pain. I was surprised she could even talk without grinding her teeth.

I tense up at the mention of Mike. If I told her, she'd most likely freak out and pull against her chains, resulting with further damage to her arms. If I don't tell her though, she'll probably still pull against the chains.

"Nico, where the hell is Mike?"

I sigh. "Daemon took him,"

"What?!"

"Don't struggle against the damn chains!"

She takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. "Why did he take him?"

"Osiris wanted to start training up his power,"

"Gods," she moans, dropping her head down.

"I—I know it seems bad – no, it really is bad – but we're going to get through this. We're going to get out somehow and get Mike, and we're going to slaughter Osiris and then go home. All three of us," I knew that if I didn't give a sort of uplifting talk, she definitely wouldn't and we'd just sit here in the disgusting gloomy dimness.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I just do. There's always a way, sometimes it's just a little tricky finding it,"

She looks up at me, a glimmer of remembrance in her eyes. "You told me that right after what happened in the house came back to me, when I thought John had died,"

"And was I right then? Wasn't there a way?"

She nods. "Yea,"

"Okay then, let's start trying to figure out how to get out of this mess."

A/N:

Broken nostalgia! I think out of that whole series, that one was my favorite. It was just really awesome to write. Salvation was pretty awesome too, I like to go back and read that one occasionally.

Okay, sorry. Back to the present story. Kyra's okay! And Nico is suddenly the upbeat one...Well, as upbeat as he can be about the situation at hand. This chapter felt like kind of a filler, but oh well.

So we came back early from Atlanta. It was raining, so all that we were going to do on Friday wasn't going to work out. We did go to this art museum before we left though, and that was pretty cool. The only problem I have about going to art museums with my parents is that they both like to stop and read every damn plaque describing the piece, my dad more so than my mom. And that's fine, do whatever you want, but I always take time to look at the piece, see what it's called and who it's by, then I move onto the next painting or statue. So I'm always ready to move on fairly quickly, and my parents are still way behind me.

The hotel we stayed at was ginormous. I'm not kidding. It was fucking twenty-two stories and it was connected to a mall with a food court. And everyone was so nice. Like, I was actually really surprised everyone was so nice. Even passing the maids and the repair men in the halls, they all smiled at you and said hello and wished you a good day.

Anyway, after that we ate lunch then started heading home. We got back at about dinner time. Then on Saturday, we test drove a couple of Hyundais (a Sonata and the Elantra) to see which one my mom would want when I get her car after I get my licence this summer.

Which reminds me! My mom got on our local DMV's website this morning to make my appointment for my test - we have to do that here, and it has to be done a certain amount of weeks before you wish to take the test - and she was reading up on it and I don't have to take the written test! Since I passed my learner's permit test, that allowed me to just skip that part of the test. So all I'll have to do is drive the state trooper around and follow the instructions they give me. That makes me feel sooo much better, I was starting to get a little nervous about taking the written test. I knew that when it was just a matter of days before taking it, I would have been an anxiety ridden wreck.

So yea, that's been my week. I'm gonna go now, I feel like this AN has been going on for long enough. I'll talk to you again next week!

M/A:

"'Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things'"

Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At the Disco.

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngleo25