Chapter Fifteen
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
Kyra's POV
"Ky, wake up." Nico says, lightly shaking my shoulder.
My eyes pop open and I look around, expecting to see a guard of some sort about to tie us up. There wasn't anyone though.
"What?" I ask.
"I just thought of something." he says.
"What did you think of?" I ask, yawning.
"It might not work, but I think I've got enough strength now to try and shadow travel us out of here." he says.
"Really? You think you're okay to do that?" I ask.
"Yea. Here, grab my arm." he says, holding out his arm.
I loop mine through his and we hold on tightly to Mike, who was still sleeping.
I start to feel the coldness take over me, then it suddenly goes away. I open my eyes again and see we're still in the dungeon place.
"Damn. They must have spells on this place, preventing shadow traveling. Wouldn't be the first time I've been trapped and unable to do it." he says, smacking his head against the wall.
"Well then, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see if we can go through with my plan." I say.
"I really wish I had my guitar. I'm dying to play something." he says.
Nico had taken up guitar playing shortly after we had gotten married. Along with singing to the kids, he'd also play songs on the guitar for them. It had taken him a while to get it down, it hadn't come very naturally to him as it would of to me, but he had been determined to learn. When he finally learned though, it became like an addiction almost. He couldn't go a week without picking it up and playing.
"I would love to hear you play. You haven't in a while." I say, leaning my head onto his shoulder.
"Well that's just what I'll do when we get home. I'll sing and play to you for as long as you want." he says, kissing the top of my head.
"Oh really?" I ask, looking at him and smirking.
"You bet. As long as you want and whatever you want to hear." he says.
"As long as I want and whatever I want to hear? That sounds like a good deal." I say.
"It is." he says, smiling.
The vault door creaks open again, breaking up our conversation. A figure larger than the girl who had brought Mike and our clothes was standing there. It was obviously a man by the build of the body.
He walks towards us and Nico and I stand up, sheltering Mike behind us. The man reaches us, practically towering over Nico.
In the dim light of the dungeon, I couldn't tell much about him. I could tell that he was African American though. His skin was a beautiful shade of mahogany, and his arms were muscular, like he'd been working in the forges every day for several years. He looked to be about the same age as the girl, 18 or 19.
Nico makes a choking sound. I look over at him and see his dark eyes were the size of dinner plates and all the blood had drained from his face.
"Wh-what are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" Nico whispers, the tone of his voice plainly stating that he was freaked out.
"Nico, what are you talking about?" I ask, looking at the man standing before us. He didn't look familiar to me, nor in the slightest bit dead.
"I can't answer questions, Nico." the man says. His voice was as smooth as syrup, but when he said Nico's name, it cracked slightly.
"What are you going to do to us?" I ask.
"I've been ordered to tie you up." he says. The way he said "ordered" made it sound like he really didn't want to tie us up.
I look at him and then hold out my hands. He gives me a relieved look and binds my wrists together with rough, scratchy rope.
"Can you tell me something?" I ask as he ties up Nico.
"Depends." he says.
"Will we ever be brought out of here for like meals and stuff like that?" I ask.
"Getting hungry, are you?" he asks, looking at me. His eyes glittered. Now that he was closer, I could see they were a warm, honey-gold color.
"Well, we have been here for a while." I say.
"I'll ask." he says.
He kneels down and gently ties the rope around Mike's wrists, trying not to tie it too tightly, but tight enough to where he wouldn't get into trouble if they came undone.
"If someone doesn't come to get you in an hour, assume that you won't be taken out of this place for anything." he says.
"Alright." I say.
With that, he turns and leaves us alone again. Nico sits heavily on the stone floor, looking dazed.
"Nico, what did you mean when you said he was supposed to be dead?" I ask.
He looks at me, complete disbelief on his face. "That was Charlie Beckendorf. He died 21 years ago right before the war with the Titans in New York." he says, his voice hollow.
A/N:
Well, was I right? Are y'all going, "WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST WRITE?!"?
*evil laughter* It gets so much better and twisted, trust me. When I planned out the plot of this trilogy, I thought, "Man, how did I ever come up with such a twisted idea?"
I think I'm gonna upload the next chapter too, since I waited so long to update today...
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25