A/N: I was intending to do a... Well, not a happy fic but not one as depressing as this one for this chapter but I got put into a really bad mood at school for reasons I really don't want to go into so I changed my mind. Sorry. I really don't have much Christmas cheer do I? Anyway, for the fourth day of FanFiction, I give to you...

Dying

Bianca di Angelo was dying. That was a fact and there were no two ways about it. She just didn't understand why it hurt so much.

She was buried under a large pile of scrap metal which she assumed was the remains of Talos. Small gaps allowed her to take breaths - however many she had left - and she could also hear her friends calling her name. Bianca tried to shout to them but her voice wasn't working. Weird. She couldn't move either.

A great and abject terror suddenly seized her, causing her to strain against whatever was preventing her movement. She didn't want to die. She couldn't die. There was Nico to protect and she still had so much to learn and wasn't becoming a Hunter supposed to stop all this? She was twelve years old. It just wasn't fair.

Her breathing grew panicked and her heart rate sped up until it felt like it would tear itself out of her ribcage. She was scared. She didn't want to die. She pushed harder against whatever was holding her in place but it wasn't working. As Bianca lay there, paralysed with fear, something strange started to happen.

They say that when you are about to die your life flashes before you eyes. This was what happened to Bianca di Angelo as she lay dying in the scrapyard of the gods.

She was six years old, playing with Nico in the reception of some hotel. Her mother was there and a tall figure with his arm round her who Bianca assumed was her father stood next to her.

They were being led into a dark cave by three old women where a river roared ahead of them. Nico grabbed her hand. "I'm scared," he whispered.

An man with a briefcase took them into a hotel that was loud and bright. Nico's face light up at the colours but he stayed by her side, clutching her hand. The days - years? - in the Lotus Hotel passed in a blur of colours and voices.

The same man came to collect them and take them to military school. The headmaster came out and Nico hid behind Bianca as he yelled at them to get into line.

The images sped up and one was barely distingiushable from the last. Sounds and colours and feelings washed over her is a torrent. Through them all, however was always her brother. The two of them being inseparable as children. Playing on the same games in the Lotus Hotel. Hanging with each other during free time at military school. Sitting together in the snow while the others set up camp on that fateful night. Her watching him walk away after joining the Hunters. Saying goodbye before leaving on the quest. She'd told him she'd see him soon. She'd promised him she'd come back.

Just like that, she was back in her own body. Her breathing had finally slowed and each breath hurt to take in. She said a silent apology to Nico for leaving him on his own. She hoped he wouldn't take her death too badly. She knew he could hold a grudge. A single tear slipped down her cheek as Bianca di Angelo took her last breath and died.

A/N: Sorry this one came late but I had almost finished writing it last night when I accidentally quit the page and lost about 15 minutes worth of work and I was too tired to re-write it. Tonight's is going to be another new story about Atlantis!