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I'm curled up in fetal position on a floor. The floor is carpeted. I feel the eyes of someone on me.

Slowly, I look around. A wave of nausea takes me over the moment I do and I puke up black goo onto the carpet. For a moment I begin to panic because I do not feel lips, only teeth and a jaw bone. Then I come to the realization that it was not a dream.

I glance up and see Father sitting in his living room throne, staring down at me. I can see concern in his eyes but the rest of his face is a mask of annoyance... Or is he truly angry with me.

I try to sit up but my gut tightens into mass pain. I grown and stare straight ahead. It's cold.

"You wont be able to sit up. Stop trying."

His voice is cold, emotionless. I feel worthless.

It's because I'm a disappointment.

"You've been unconscious for over an hour. You've been able to adjust to your present body. Although mentally you have not been able to accept it, resulting in your present set backs."

His voice is calm, but there is still an edge to it.

I look up at him. He stares down. His face still seemingly annoyed although I can still see a concern in his eyes.

I slowly bring my arms up and slowly push up onto them.

Once again I feel the need to puke but I hold it in. I don't want to look week. I am vulnerable enough.

I slowly bring my knees up so I am resting on hands and knees. A pain hits my stomach and my head begins to throb. I grind my teeth. The tension is like nothing before.

I rest in this position for a what seems like a few minutes. Trying to adjust to the constant feeling of pain. I soon realize there is no adjusting to the pain, only coping with it and continuing on. I push myself back off my hands. I sit on my legs, but still upright. The pain in constant. My head throbs.

"You've made it this far. Keep going."

I grit my teeth more. I can not tell if hes encouraging me or criticizing me. I spend a few minutes adjusting to the feeling of my skull not drooping or leaning on something. Your skull up in the air feels very different than on the floor.

I put one hand down in front of me and pull a leg out from under me. I adjust myself so I am kneeling. Then bend on one knee.

It's a strange feeling. Feelings only certain parts of your body sweat and not the whole thing. Then again, 75% of my body is bone.

I stand and instantly double over and vomit. I vomit black goo. I vomit greens and yellows. I vomit browns. I vomit anything that was in my stomach. My hands resting on my knees as I lean over.

I spend at least ten minutes puking myself up. Then I am able to stop.

I stare down at my vomit. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting.

"Good job."

I glance up at my Father. He sits four feet away from me. Relaxed. His tone sounds sincere. His face is unreadable.

I stand upright, ignoring the constant throbbing pain, and shoot daggers at his eyes.

"What. Is. Wrong. With. Me."

My voice comes out as a low growl. It is not the voice of a human.

"Nothing."

His voice is calm and casual.

"Then what did you do to me!?"

"Made you."

This is not the conversation I wanted to have.

"Why am I like this?! Where is my human body! ALL of it! What is this Form?! Take me Seriously!"

I see him sigh. As if these questions are simple and he's explained it many times before.

Probably because he has.

"You're fifteen. This happens for you at your age. Since you're not full demonic blood, your body does not change completely. Only as much as you are in tune with your demonic blood. And it seems a good portion of you is demonic."

If I knew I could get help from anywhere else I would have left the moment he started talking. But I know it's either him or on my own. And I don't want to be alone...

"Why. What does this mean."

"It means that you have more abilities in this form. You are stronger. You were lethal before, now you are even worse. It means you need to finally learn to accept and control yourself."

I can never accept myself. Not after trying to accept myself led me to kill who only ever accepted me.

"How do I change back. I don't want this."

For the first time in my life I hear my Father laugh.

"Does it matter what you want? Its happened. It is. There is no going back or changing what is. Your options are to accept it, embrace it, and move on. Or fight it and suffer."

His words sting. They are both caring and accepting yet harsh.

I look down.

"Don't be ashamed of who you are."

I look back up at him. I look at his face. I look at his eyes.

He cares.

I nod in silence.

"Calm yourself. Get yourself under control. Focus on what you want and make it so."

His words are confusing. How the hell am I supposed to calm myself and make myself human again? I can't do it. I can't control my form. It just happens to me. I can't change it.

"It's your choice to be in human form or not. You make what happens to you happen."

I look down once again. This time he does not tell me otherwise. 'I. Can't.' echos throughout my head. Yet another part of my mind whispers, 'Can...'

I focus on nothing. I look at nothing in particular. In my head I imagine myself being human again. I imagine feeling fleshy fingers instead of thin bones. I imagine feeling my leg and arm muscles, not strong hard bone. I imagine feeling my comfy clothes, not the heavy metal armor. I imagine wearing my regular stud belt, not a sword belt.

I feel it slowly. The flesh from my torso begins to spread, as if crawling down my bones.

The process takes all of fifteen minutes and I look down at myself. I see my human body and clothes. I bring my hands up and gently touch my face. My skin has a layer of sweat on it. I feel the long locks of hair brushing my neck and shoulders.

I am human.

I close my eyes and feel the corners of my mouth inch up. The feeling is strange,and foreign yet mildly familiar. Like a long distance friend that I have not seen in many years that I have just hugged. There are many changes in them yet they are still the same as before.

I realize that... It's because I have not felt this is a long time yet many years ago did.

It's my smile.

I bite the inside of my cheek and feel myself frown again.

I look at Father.

I know he saw but he says nothing about it. Instead I see the curves of his mouth pointed up, his eyes soft. His face says he is pleased.

I feel a feeling inside my lungs. Its once again a foreign friend. I think it is pride or excitement.

"If I send you back now, you will have missed half of your drawing and painting class. Or you could stay home and once again miss the full class. It is your choice."

Go back to school. Deal with asshole people and teachers out to get me. Or stay home, draw, read, think, and be alone in peace.

"I'll stay home."

He nods and I know that is my sign to leave. I turn and begin to walk out of the room.

"Nico."

I stop.

"From now on whenever you use your abilities or loose your temper, you must focus on feeling and being human. Otherwise you will change form."

I nod again. Still not looking back.

"You've done well. You can do more."

It is both encouragement, criticism, and praise.

I feel myself make a small smile as I walk up to my room.

Instead of drawing I read. I sit in my chair and read as Mocha lays in my lap. I stoke her back with one hand and in response I get soft purrs that make the stinging from pressure on my thighs seem worth it. Worth the stinging to hear the soft purrs.

I realize that I care about Mocha. Without her, I would feel much lonelier. Although her presence is often annoying, I've found it annoying in a pleasant way. The little animal brings out a kind of gentleness in me.

I'm half way through my 258 page book when I hear a call for me from under my floor door.

Mocha jumps onto the floor and walks over to her food dish. She circles it and meows at me. I make a mental note to go and buy her food as I open up the ceiling door to see Hazel looking up nervously. A few crystals lay beside her feet.

"I... I was worried..."

I push the ladder down and climb down. Mocha stands looking down, she reminds me of wanting food with another meow.

"Professor Bacchus called me to his room..."

I stare at her. Instantly I feel the overwhelming sensation of guilt, shame, and anger. I am reminded of my life. It is not nice.

I should make note to remember that Children of Hades rarely have Good lives.

"I um... You don't... You don't look like you... um..."

I shake my head and look down. My mumble is barely audible.

"I changed back..."

Hazel nods. I can feel the fear off her.

"He um... Professor Bacchus is... Uhm..."

I notice about fifteen gems appear around her feet.

"I know Hazel."

She nods.

We stand, me looking down and her looking at me. The silence lasts for what seems like years. Years of distance. Years of unsaid emotion. Years of fear. Years of knowing.

I feel something grow between Hazel and I. Although i feel that she is scared... I also feel a different emotion off of her.

Instead of being the familiar lemon scent to my nose of fear, there is also a mixture of a lavender scent. Her body language is defensive, but also as if she is reaching out to me.

It's new to me...

I realize it's the same feeling that I got from Chiron. From Jason. From Percy. And from father...

I take a step back and ignore the sensation.

"I'm fine. You can go."

Hazel bites her lip, nods, but walks away.

I climb back up to my room to be greeted by an annoyed yell meow.

"I know Mocha. I'm going now."

I grab my leather jacket with the cotton hood and climb back down.

No one comes across my path as I walk out of the house. No one bothers to ask.

Hey guys. It's been awhile, way to long. I know. I'm sorry about that. Sometimes this crazy thing called life happens and it trips you and you stumble and dont have as much free time as you did before. But I've worked on this chapter over time and hope you liked it even thought it is short. I promise I will try to write and update more. Maybe once every few weeks, I dont know how often I will be able to though. Sorry. But I AM CONTINUING THIS FANFICTION because I'm actually very proud of it and have become attached to poor angsty angry Nico here. x3 So please leave me a review and stay with me and my story 3