Chapter Six
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan. I do own all of the OCs mentioned, with an exception for Walker. He belongs to Star Holder Commander.
Nico's POV
An hour later and much uncomfortable and painful movements trying to get comfortable, still left us with no idea or plan as to how we were getting out of this hell hole.
"I wonder where Silena and Beckendorf are," Kyra says.
"My guess would be dead...For the second time,"
"Can you not sense them?"
"Ky, I can barely sense myself or you in here, and that may not be a good thing. Anyone I've tried picturing in my mind to see if their soul is still on the surface, I can't get anything. Mo, James, Percy, Annabeth, even Chiron, there's nothing. This place is preventing every power I have from working,"
'You idiot. Just tell her.' The voice in my head hisses. I shake my head and try to make it shut up. I couldn't deal with that right now.
"Oh. So we're basically sitting ducks here?"
"Pretty much."
A beat passes between us, absolute silence penetrating the dim, dankness of the room. It made me wonder if it was soundproof, if the other people who were in this building heard our screams when we were being tortured.
"Nico," Kyra says.
"Yea?"
"Do you think I could sleep and maybe dream?"
"What?"
"You know how descendants of Apollo can see snippets of the future or the past, especially when they're dreaming? Maybe if I fall asleep and dream, I can see something,"
"That might work. But aren't they unpredictable? You can't really control what you want to see,"
"We don't know that. Has anyone ever tried controlling it?"
"You mean like lucid dreaming?"
"Yea, sorta. Except I wouldn't actually be controlling what happens, I'd just be forcing my mind to show me what point in time I want to see,"
I shrug, then cringe. That had been a bad idea. "Why not give it a try? Maybe you can see something that will help us,"
"Okay. Well, I'm not particularly tired right now, considering I just took a two hour nap from passing out, and I can't exactly get up and run around to tire myself out,"
I had a bad feeling about where she was leading this.
"Do you think maybe you could—" I cut her off.
"No,"
"Why not? Whenever you sing that song to me I instantly fall asleep!"
"Figure out something else. I'm not singing," If I could have crossed my arms, I would have.
"Niiico," she whines.
"No, Daemon might walk in and that would result in an even worse torture session than the previous one,"
"Pleeease. C'mon, this is the only thing I can think of. We have to try,"
I stare at her in the dim lighting for a few minutes. Then I sigh. "Fine, I'll do it,"
"Thank you."
I take a deep breath and start singing the first line to Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby) by Jack's Mannequin. They had been one of Kyra's favorite bands when we were teenagers, and I had learned to play this song for our fifth wedding anniversary. Ever since, whenever she can't sleep, she asks me to sing it to her.
When I'm a forth of the way through the song, she had started getting in a relatively comfortable position. Half way through, she was almost asleep, and when I was finished, she was knocked out.
"Wow." It never ceased to amaze me how quickly she could fall asleep when I sung that song to her. It was like a sleeping spell. Now came the waiting.
Kyra had woken up three times. The first two times she had been screaming like she was bathing in lava. The last time, she just woke up.
"Ky?" I ask.
She looks up at me, looking more worn out than when she had first drifted off. "Gods, Nico. Never let me do that again,"
"What happened? What did you see?"
She sighs and tries to move, then winces, remembering the wires embedded in her arms. "I saw a lot of things, none of which were nice things. Daemon torturing us for days on end, Osiris getting frustrated with Mike and slapping him. Then there was James and Adrienne,"
"What about them? Are they okay?"
"They're on their way here, or if they haven't left yet, they will soon. They'll be traveling with Tristan, and some other girl, her name is Jade. And Walker is helping them. They're going to run into some of Osiris' creations along the way though. There's no telling how long that will delay them, or even if all four of them will make it here,"
"Don't talk like that, you know it will turn out all right in the end,"
"I can't help thinking like this! You don't know what all I saw, I can't even begin to describe what hell Daemon's going to put us through. And the kids, I just can't—I can't bring myself to believe that something will happen. I wish—" she pauses, taking a deep breath, "I wish they had gone to Chiron or Mo or somebody else. I wish they were safe at Camp, but they're not,"
"Huh,"
"What?"
"It's just funny, we've switched roles. Usually you're the one who's giving the encouraging talks, not me. I'm the pessimist, and you're the optimist,"
"Yea, I suppose that is kinda strange," she gently tugs against the chains again, "What are we even doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"When we were teenagers, we would have been out of here two days after arriving. We've been stuck here for gods know how long, and still with no idea as to how we're getting out,"
"You said James and Addie are on their way? With Tristan and Walker and some girl named Jade?"
"Yea, so what?"
"They'll get us out,"
"How do you know that?"
"I just do, and you're just gonna have to take my word for it. We'll be okay."
A/N:
I am soooo sorry it took me so long to update today. At least I didn't wait until tomorrow though! It's been a pretty fucking long day, but I'll get into that in a minute.
So, what do you think that little voice in Nico's head meant when it said to tell Kyra something? And what did you think about Kyra's little dream experiment? I think that part would have been better had it been in Kyra's POV, but, alas, her POV is not in this story.
Onto the long day: It rained for the better part of early afternoon, which wasn't fun. We're also supposed to have a cold front come through tonight, and it's supposed to drop to twenty-eight degrees. But, it'll be back up in the seventies again by the weekend. Sometimes I really fucking hate this weather.
Anyway, my mom and I got pedicures and haircuts today, and I couldn't be happier about that. I was beginning to feel like a lion with my mane of hair. For some reason when it's at a certain length when it's really short, it just decides to go curl crazy. Then when it's at the shortest point that I'm comfortable with, the curls go away and it just straightens out. My hair is weird, I know.
Then my mom got called into work - on her goddamn day off, mind you, for the second time today - and she dropped me off at the house for about forty-five minutes then she was able to come home. Then she changed and we went out and ran some errands and blah blah blah.
When we came home is when this really fucking dull and awful Monday got fantastic. I can't actually say, what happened yet, I have to wait a month or so, but it's really exciting! I'll tell you one thing, I bawled my eyes out about this thing twice, almost three times. When I can though, I'll tell you guys. Just know that it's a really good thing that happened, not bad.
M/A:
"'Can I get an amen
For all the bleeding and the prayin'?
I had to struggle to be gracious
Now we can touch it
We can taste it
Can I get a little amen?
No more running from the hangman
Now I'm the pilot of this spaceship
So you can touch it
You can taste it'"
Soul Wars by AWOLNATION.
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25
