Get ready, guys! Things are about to get INTERESTING!!!

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Nico was walking home from school, smiling softly to himself as the cool air swept over his face.

When he rounded the corner onto his block he heard a car approaching.

It was full of rowdy teenagers, laughing and yelling. One of them held a cigarette in his hand as it hung out the window.

Nico felt like gagging. The amount of idiots in this world never ceased to amaze him.

Nico was about to move on and ignore the car until it began to slow down when I reached him.

Then it stopped completely.

He turned to face the vehicle critically, raising a dark eyebrow in question.

A teenage boy stepped out, around Percy's age, and grinned widely.

Dread coursed through Nico's veins as the boy stepped closer to him. "Hey Nico, what's up?" He asked.

That's when Nico noticed someone in the back of the car. Someone he definitely didn't want to see.

Octavian.

He was smirking at him, his blue eyes glittering evilly.

Nico swallowed thickly then looked back at the guy in front of him. He had a hood covering his face so Nico didn't recognize him. One thing at a time, his mother always told him. "Nothing, why?" Nico responded suspiciously.

The boy chuckled. "Good, then I don't suppose you'd wanna come party with us, huh?"

Nico took a careful step back. "...No." He managed. The boy stepped one step closer.

Instinctively, Nico reached a hand into his pocket and felt around for what he usually kept in the pocket of the specific black hoodie he was wearing.

A pocket knife. It didn't do much, but Nico knew from experience it worked magic on people he wanted away from him.

"Hey, look man, I just want you to come hang. What's so wrong about that?" The boy held up both of his hands in mock-surrender.

"Nothing; but when someone says no it's better to listen and respect their decision." Nico growled, hand curling around the knife.

The boy grinned. "Touchy. I'm just trying to be friendly."

"With me? Yeah right." Nico spat, sending a quick glare at Octavian who looked like he was enjoying the show.

The boy frowned. "Listen Nico, this party's gonna be awesome. We'll have, like, alcohol and shit. Trust me, you'd want to be there."

Nico crossed his arms stubbornly. "Why me?"

The boy grinned again, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it. "Because, you're my friend, aren't you?" He took off the hood, revealing someone Nico knew only all too well.

Nico gasped softly and took another shaky step back, quickly taking out the pocket knife.

"Don't you dare step any closer, asshole." Nico stated firmly, sending him a glare that would make Satan quiver in fear.

To Nico's dismay the idiot only ran a hand through his sandy hair and sighed. "I really didn't want it to have to come to this," he said tiredly.

Nico regarded him warily. Come to what, exactly?

Suddenly the boy rushed forward and grabbed Nico's right hand, twisting his wrist to make him drop the knife. Octavian got out of the car an ran over, a devious smirk on his ugly face.

Together they used rope Octavian brought out to tie a thrashing Nico up and throw him in the trunk.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE! I'LL SLIT BOLTH OF YOUR F*CKING THROATS!" (Gotta keep it PG-13 for the kids, ya know?)

Nico kept slamming the trunk door with his foot to try and escape but his attempts were futile.

"DAMMIT!" He yelled, kicking harder.

After a while of driving Nico got tired, but that's when the car came to a halt and the trunk was opened by Octavian.

He yanked Nico out. He winced and cursed at Octavian who just ignored him.

When Nico finally got a good look at where they were he gulped. They were at a night club, it looked like, and the loud music from inside sent shivers down his spine.

Nico ripped his arm away as the other guy that was in the hood tried to take it. "I'd rather hold hands with Octavian, than you, you sick f*ck."

He just shrugged and kept walking, Octavian dragging Nico into the club.

Inside was deafening and dark until strobe lights flashed and lit the place up momentarily.

As Nico walked through the club, in tow from Octavian, he felt the eyes of some people look at him and it bothered him severely.

One guy had the nerve to actually reach a hand out to grab him before Nico slapped it away with a glare and a scratch for good measure.

Once through the crowd of people Octavian brought him up to a secluded room where he was waiting.

"Sorry Nico, but you weren't cooperating." He said smoothly, walking over to the two.

Octavian let go of him and undid the bonds tying his wrists.

"You said I could get my turn before you did your sick act," Octavian huffed.

The other guy nodded and stepped aside.

Octavian grinned and looked at Nico. As soon as the blonde stepped away he lunged at him, fisting his hair and yanking it hard.

Octavian yelped and tried to push him off but Nico kneed him in the stomach and was about the kick him before a cold hand latched onto his wrist and pulled him back.

Nico twisted his arm free. "I thought I told you not to touch me. EVER."

The sandy-haired boy smiled slightly. "I was just helping a friend." He said casually.

"This is the most annoying thing about you, you're always so ridiculously calm." He hissed through clenched teeth.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot up his back and he crumpled to the ground, turning to see Octavian looking at him in anger. "I'm getting this over with." He stated with finality.

Then he kicked Nico in the head and he fell unconscious.

So, who do you guys think the sandy-haired dude is?
What did he want with Nico????
SOME INTENSE SHIST IS ABOUT TO GO DOWWWNNNNNN.