Hi world! You know how in chapter three I said I'd stop switching Povs? I lied. This chapter is focused on Nico.
Nico fangirl: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Nico!
(Nico hides in random tree to escape)
Me(evil grin): Oh, by the way squeaky creature of doom and despair? I'll let you kiss him if you do the diclaimer.
Fangirl: EEEEEEEEEEEK! DaughterofDemeter123 doesn't own PJO! Come here my Nico!
"tree disappears"
Nico (to me): I hate you. (Runs away screaming)
Me: Heh heh. Serves him right for being a weirdo-pants. ONWARD!
Nico' Pov
Ow. The first thing I thought when I woke up. My right arm was broken the other day, so I can't untie myself. It was good to see Anna, even if it was just a dream. She had acted as tough as possible, but I saw relief in her eyes when she saw I was still alive. She just better not come for me, she'll just hurt herself. She can annoy me into oblivion, and shoot more arrows in a second than seems physically possible, but when she gets scared, she just freezes. Like on the bus the day I took her to camp. Her whole body went rigid the second I looked at her, like she expected me to maim her or something. Anna is a strong person, but she's no Wondergirl. She can't do this. That's why she can't come. She would just get hurt.
"Chow time, kid."
An apple was dropped in front of me. It was almost entirely covered in bruises.
"Fail." I muttered, glaring up at Lamia's slave.
He always wears a full-face mask, so I can't be sure, but I think I know him. The voice is too familiar, I know I've heard it before. Whatever. He is the only follower Lamia has. He kidnapped me, apparently mistaking me for Anna. Loon.
That's about the worst mistake ever. I mean, think about it. I am a son of Hades. Anna is a daughter of Apollo. Is ti really that hard? We look nothing alike, act nothing alike, heck, we don't even have similar voices! This guy must be some kind of idiot. But why kidnap her in the first place? She's just your average demigod (if you can call us average.)
"So kid, how ya doing?" He asked in a bored tone. I guess they ran out of chores for him. "Comfy? Well I hope so. M'lady doesn't plan to keep you much longer. Right now she's writing a ransom note to your daddy. Says we should make use of you."
He walked up the stairs and out of sight.
I guess you should know, they locked me in the basement. Yup. Cold, dark, somewhat depressing. Reminds me of the underworld, only smellier. It would be perfect for shadow travel, but the knots around my feet are impossible to untie without both arms. OW! My stupid arm again. Better fix that.
I took off my t-shirt and sort of used it as a sling. Cold? Yes. Worth it anyways? Yes times ten. It will never heal if I just let in dangle. I leaned against the wall and sighed. I wonder how many times I can count to a million? One, two, three... FORGET THIS! I'm going back to sleep. Wake me when this nightmare ends.
Me: Heh heh.
Nico walks in, covered with lipstick.
Nico: Did I mention I hate you?
Me: What? All I did was point and laugh! Sheesh! You're too sensitive, Nico.
Nico: Why I aught to CENSORED!
Me: REVIEW! Or I'll sic the fangirls on you...
