Listen to:
Sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel
White Queen by Queen
Now you can read hehehe
Now back in 1956 with Nico Di Angelo
Nico stared at Kian's stone cold figure for a few moments, before bursting out into tears of laughter.
"You're-ha-kidding!" Nico gasped out
Nico laughed for minutes, before stopping abruptly as he took in Kian's unwavering face.
"Oh schist! You're serious?" Nico exclaimed.
"Deadly…" Kian said seriously.
"I swear to Zeus, nothing is normal anymore!" Nico shouted frustrated.
"That coming from a son of death?" Kian asked sarcastically.
"Yes!" Nico said running a hand through his hair. "Did I freaking shadow travel here or something?"
"You seriously think I would know?" Kian asked.
"Nevermind…" Nico drawled out.
"Well now that normal has been chucked out the window, you should rest. Like seriously the bags under your eyes, look like tattoos." Kian said
"Thank you Kian, for your kind comments," Nico muttered sarcastically.
"Ha, it's true! You look like the wrong end of a chicken's butt," Kian chuckled.
"God I've missed your criticising." Nico chuckled absentmindedly.
Kian flipped him off chuckling coldly, before abruptly stomping out the door.
"Bipolar much," Nico muttered under his breath.
Nico shifted round in the bed for a few minutes, before ultimately deciding to sprawl out on his stomach. He was seemingly unfazed by the situation at hand. The situation that was strange as heck; even for demigods.
Nico huffed angrily a few times, before finally heeding Kian's advice.
He fell asleep to the ticking of a clock and a dull throb settling in his bones.
Just great.
Kian's P.O.V
Kian stood behind the door silently, waiting for Nico to fall asleep.
He stood for a few minutes before finally letting out a breathy sigh when he heard Nico's soft snores. Now, he could finally complete the task at hand. Kian softly opened the door, wincing when a loud creak echoed through the room. He glanced at Nico and sighed as Nico didn't even twitch, seemingly oblivious to the situation. Kian softly tiptoed towards Nico, and stood beside his bed. Kian had officially surpassed the realms of creepiness.
Kian had to admit he felt powerful in that moment. That with a switch of a blade he could slit the younger man's throat, in his sleep.
But that wasn't what he was there for. Kian was there to complete a task and that's what he would do.
Kian sifted through his pockets hurriedly, pulling out a crinkled piece of white paper. He stared at the words with disgust. Jacques better have been right about the spell, otherwise someone would have a one way ticket back to Tartarus.
Kian took in a deep breath before clearing his thoughts and beginning to chant.
"Testor Triviae potestate Plutonis partem animae a corpore. Fiat usque ad hanc horam. Unus et alter vivo morietur. Nunc duo dividitur, nunquam iterum se iuncturum esse."
In English it was something along the lines of; I invoke the power of Trivia and Pluto, That in this hour it shall be done. One of two times shall be separated by body and soul. One shall live and the other shall die. Never to be joined again.
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically as Kian muttered the Latin spell.
Black tendrils slinked from his hands and curled around Nico's prone body, in a dark caress.
Kian watched emotionlessly as Nico shouted, the tendrils sinking into Nico's every orifices.
He looked blankly at him, before turning out the door. Leaving Nico to his unconscious screaming.
Pain, such a lovely thing to bring upon.
Present day.
Will's P.O.V
Will ran a hand through his hair for the tenth time in five minutes.
No change, nothing, nada. Not even a twitch or a sigh. Just the repetitive swoosh of the machine keeping Nico alive.
Will stared at the blank ceiling, leaning back in his chair heavily.
Who would think three days could go so fast? The senate meeting had been postponed; at least that's what Jason said. Nico's friends and family had been inconsolable, nothing Will said or did could reassure them.
Hazel was in Nico's room most nights, crying softly as Frank hugged her comfortingly. Piper had tried to use charm speak to snap him out of his state, but that had done nothing. Annabeth and Percy visited every week, Annabeth would write notes and ask questions, while Percy just sat and stared glumly at Nico. But then there was Jason, Jason had by far, taken the situation the worst. The son of Zeus had exhausted every resource, to find anything. By day Jason was sitting with Nico, and by night he was pestering poor Charlie and questioning Chiron. Eventually Will had to intervene with Jason's efforts, dragging him into a bed and forced him to rest. Setting an IV drip in his arm, for reassurance. Will knew from experience that he could never trust Jason to rest; especially when one of his own was in trouble.
Will paused his staring at the ceiling when he heard footsteps echoing towards him.
Will looked behind him, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he met with Evie's small figure. She looked exhausted and sullen. There were dark bags under her eyes and her hair was thrown carelessly into a sloppy ponytail. Her usually sunny green eyes were dull and cold. She was wearing a white and blue striped t-shirt, green jandals and blue owl pyjama bottoms, an odd choice for the middle of the day.
"What are you doing here?" Will asked softly.
"I-I-I just wanted to see how he was, everyone seems so worried about him. I felt a little bad for not noticing." She said in a small voice, seemingly nervous of Nico's lifeless body.
"Really?" Will asked disbelievingly.
He stood up abruptly, making Evie jump and squeak loudly.
"Woah, Evie it's just me. What's going on with you?" He asked, placing a hand cautiously on her shoulder.
Evie gulped, darting her eyes from Will to Nico, seeming out of it.
"I've been having these dreams," She whispered.
"Yeah?" Will replied.
"He...well Nico was there and this other guy, Kian I think his name was. He looked like me." Evie stuttered, obligingly sitting in the chair Will sat her in.
Will eyed her critically, momentarily forgetting Nico's situation. She looked so confused and lost. Completely opposite to her bubbly, carefree attitude a few days ago. He crouched down in front of her, leaning against Nico's bed tiredly.
"There's so much blood every time I dream," Evie elaborated, "and every time Nico's always there, screaming at me, b-begging me to stay. And then there's Kian, he looks so sad, like every time he saw me it pained him."
Will absorbed her words quietly, watching as she blinked tiredly at him.
"Did anything else happen in these dreams?" Will asked.
"Uhh yeah the blood, well it was from me." She said, "every time it's the same thing, a knife sticking out of my chest. And there's Nico shaking me as if it'd keep me alive. Except he doesn't call me Evie when he shouts my name."
"What does he call you then?" Will asked curiously.
"Eva, he called me Eva." Evie confirmed.
Will cocked his head to the side. Where had he heard that name before?
He was about to ask her another question when she suddenly, collapsed forward in the chair. Will caught her in his arms before she plummeted to the ground. And that people, is what happens after many, sleepless nights. He sighed before picking her up and walking out the door. He walked down the corridor casually looking for Wyatt or Sterling, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
"Hey Sterling!" Will shouted, interrupting Sterling's intense glaring contest with Jason.
"Yes?" Sterling grumbled.
"She's out of it. Take her for me?" Will asked, walking over to the empty bed next to Jason's.
"Sure. Please tell me you didn't knock her out as well," Sterling groaned.
"No! Dammit what do you take me for?" Will asked.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Sterling asked.
Will grunted, before laying Evie on the bed and leaving her to Sterling's grumbling.
Will smiled stiffly to himself as he heard Sterling's exasperated shouts.
"Grace if you so much as move I will tie you down!"
"But Sterling!" Jason pleaded.
"No. You will lay there and rest, or so help me Zeus I will get Piper in here."
And that effectively shut Jason grace up.
Will whistled tunelessly to himself, as he walked back through the infirmary doors.
Instead of sitting in the chair beside Nico's bed, he simply leaned against the window.
Nico was as white as the sheets he was laying on. His chest rose with artificial breaths and his ribs were too pronounced to be healthy. Everything about Nico screamed death and darkness. It was really a sad sight to look at.
Will crossed his arms tensely across his chest, as if waiting for some kind of unspoken miracle. As if by standing there he offered some kind of hope that Nico would wake up and start calling him names. But that was about as unlikely as pigs tap dancing across the Atlantic.
Will looked up alarmed, as loud prolonged beeping assaulted his hearing, instead of timed machine swooshes.
"Of all things!" Will shouted.
He took action shouting for his siblings and pressing buttons, as Nico's monitor flatlined.
"Schist!" Will shouted.
"What's happening?" Austin called running in beside him.
"I don't know, he just flatlined!" Will shouted.
He growled at the flurry of Apollo kids who rushed in, giving them orders as he started chest compressions.
"Don't you dare do this you annoying little brat!" Will seethed, pounding on Nico's chest hard enough to break ribs.
Will continued to do chest compressions, standing back when someone tried to shock Nico's heart back into restarting.
The process continued for awhile, before someone grabbed his hand roughly; stopping his ministrations.
Will snarled as he met with Austin's hardened gaze.
"Will..stop, he's gone." Austin said calmly, grabbing Will's hands in an iron tight grip.
"No! Dammit he's not dead!" Will shouted, trying to shake off Austin's grip.
"Stop! Will if you don't call it I will." Austin ordered.
Will darted his eyes around the room, going over every possible option; coming up with nothing.
"No..please don't make me." Will said in a small voice.
"Will…" Austin tried. "Fine, I'm calling it. Time of death 1:21-."
"Banshee don't you freaking dare!" Charlie interrupted coming out of nowhere, "if you finish that sentence Austin Arthur Nicholls, I will personally hang you from the ceiling by your balls!"
Right at that moment Will did something he'd never, ever though he'd do; he thanked Hecate for Charlie Pillai.
A/N: so apparently at 9:32 on a Saturday night I turn into a writing sadist...teehee.
Anyway hope you enjoyed my brain fart that turned into another chapter.
link to a dream cast for this fanfiction is in my profile, I made it with my friend Mysticalecho191101
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