Disclaimer: I still don't own PJO. But I will. I will. Not.

~Cold. Heavy. Numb.~

000 Nico 000

When I heard her moan out my name, I think "Why does shit keep happening to me, and everyone around me?"

I collapse onto the floor, head in my hands.

This is fucking why I left camp in the first place.

No-one wanted me. No-one said it, but they thought I gave of a bad aura.

My mom died, because me and Bianca were born.

My sister left me, because I clinged on to her too much.

She died, because I let her leave.

I almost brought an evil king to life, because I couldn't accept my sister's death.

I almost let Kronos rise, because I blamed Percy for my sister's death.

I killed Alisa's father.

I made her run to her mom.

To Tartarus.

Now, when I find her, I let her get hit by a stupid kid's spell?

"Life's a bitch".

Yeah, right.

More like, "Life enjoys being a bitch and screwing you over and over."

I stay crumpled on the ground beside Alisa. My thoughts swirling around me, oblivious to everything.

Until I felt something pat my head.

The hand is cool, and when I finally look up, I look into two black voids.

They were empty, unseeing.

Another fucking thing that's my fault.

"Ni...co...?" her voice is hoarse, and her words elongated. Like she's tired... so... very tired...

"It's okay..." I say, not sure if it's to myself or her, " it's okay..."

000 Alisa 000

When I'm in pain. Serious, serious pain. Emotionally, mentally or physically in agony.

I. Shut. Down.

Just a hint if ever you meet me looking zombie-ish or emote-less.

My body feels heavy. Like I suddenly gained a million pounds.

My arms feel sore. Muscle pain, maybe, but it hurt more than that.

My eyes feel... cold. Somehow like they're two completely round stones set into my body.

My mind feels numb. I can barely hold onto any train of thought.

It went on indefinitely. Cold, heavy, numb, cold, heavy, numb. Rinse. Repeat.

Until...

Until something... smoky? Yeah, smoky, entered my thoughts.

It hissed. Hissed in an inhumane voice, "Hello... ssssilly child..."

I groaned in my mind, "Wha...?"

I can't even make a coherent sentence in my thoughts. Or at least thoughts I'm trying to project.

"Trying to... ssstop... my ruuuule..." the voice whispered, "Trying to... denyyy me... my pooowerrr..."

I struggled against the cold haze brought by the voice. "Do not... sssstruggle... You will be... my ssservant..."

I tried to string words in my head... "Sto-... hel-..."

My mind's too jumbled... can't string words...

"You will be... a vvvery ussseful ssservant..." It muttered, echoing in my head.

I try to move my limbs, and a softness appears under my palm. Soft, but prickly.

Hair.

I try to think of a name, someone's name, to call out. "Ni... co...?"

Yes! I celebrate, but the haze fogs my thoughts, What was I thinking?

"It's okay..." Something warm fills me as a voice, different from the menacing hiss, penetrates my cloud of hazy thoughts.

Warm... so... warm...

My body feels less heavy.

My mind a bit clearer.

My eyes, warmer?

"It's okay..."

I feel my mind ease, content.

A/N: Yes, it's short. Yes it's insanely late. Yes, it's a filler. Yes, I still haven't put up a cover. Yes, I'm becoming very, very busy. As one does when one enters one's third year of high school. Stupid, stupid high school. I'll update... whenever. ~Nyx

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