Thalia
They wouldn't ever find me, or so I hoped. I took a train to the nearest airport and from there went to Europe.
Constantly running away, always in fear that they would find the girl who messed everything up.
Nico
"Thalia didn't do anything, why would you think that?!"
"I don't know but it would make sense," Jason said.
"How?" I snapped.
"She wasn't in classes the day of the shooting, she had been gone at night and it all just adds up."
"He has a good point, Nico," Hazel agreed.
He knew that she was right but he refused to acknowledge it.
"For all we know, she's dead." I said darkly.
"But she could very well be alive. Thalia is the toughest girl I know, closely followed by Annabeth," Piper said.
"There's a low chance she's dead," Frank agreed.
"I know, but still…"
"Nico, don't be so hard on yourself, it's not your fault. And besides, at least she didn't break up with you," Percy said, trying to point out a good side to it all.
"I guess you're right."
Thalia
I didn't mean for the shooting to happen. I was forced into it. My boss forced me to orchestrate it and be a part of it. I couldn't pull the trigger. It's different when you're at the shooting range and actually shooting at a friend.
It wasn't supposed to fall through, but if it didn't happen they would all shoot at me. Nothing was ever easy in our little world of the black market, thieves, prostitutes, assassins and criminals.
When you have to work for everything you earn a name for yourself. They all called me "Silent Death" because I only killed in the middle of the night, it was quick and silent and usually with a knife, slit their throat- no sound and just blood. Quick and easy.
Hazel
No one knew or could understand why Thalia would be part of the shootings. She wasn't that kind of person. Or so we thought...