OOGLY BOOGLY.

When Nico's eyes fluttered open he wished he were still knocked out.

He saw Octavian and him talking together about something.

Nico shuddered and tried to sit up but an immense pain stopped him from doing so and he gave up, lying back down.

Octavian walked over to him, looking at his body up and down. "I don't see it." He grumbled.

The sandy-haired boy walked up behind him, grinning down at Nico, who was starting to feel the pain ebb a bit.

"Come on, just look. And drop your stupid preferences." He said.

Octavian frowned and Nico shot up, not keen on letting them scan him. The pain was intense but he ignored it, and instead amused himself with the shocked look on Octavian's face.

"Ah, so you woke up finally. We were getting bored." The boy said.

"Tell me exactly what you want with me." Nico growled forcefully, dark eyes menacing.

Octavian opened his mouth to respond but the other slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

"No; why tell him? He doesn't need to know."

Nico clenched his fists in anger, fuming, ready to destroy this asshole right here and now.

He would've done it before, when they were... closer, but those days were pretty hard.

"You're right." Octavian sighed, turning and shooting a look of evil satisfaction at Nico over his shoulder.

Nico grunted and looked away, thinking of how he could get in contact with Percy or Charlotte.

From what he could tell, there was nothing that would allow that.

Suddenly, he whipped around to look at Nico. He smirked.

"Nico, how would you like to feel real pain?" He asked cautiously. Nico's gaze darkened.

"I've felt it, and I'd rather not feel it again. I don't have to worry though, nothing you two idiotas can do would make me feel that amount of agony." He whispered, words sinking like poison. (Idiotas = dumbasses)

"Oh, I think you're wrong," The sandy-haired asshat chided, speaking with a tone smooth as silk.

Nico despised it.

"Oh really? Try me." He threatened, dark, opaque eyes glittering.

The next thing happened so fast, to Nico, it was more like a blur.

In an instant the boy was whispering into his ear, whispering things he's dreaded and tried to forget. Whispering things that made demons and monsters seem like child's-play. Things that could shrivel a slug without salt; that could deafen a man without volume. Things Nico's taken great time, care, and persistence to ignore.

But here this guy was making all the emotions, all the pain, all the horror, all the regret, all the sorrow, all the pure, heartfelt, suffering, resurface.

Nico grit his teeth and punched him in the face, feeling little satisfaction as he stumbled away, nose dripping ruby liquid.

"You. Complete. Bastard." Nico growled angrily, feeling about ready to burst.

Octavian stood to the side in shock, glancing between the two, obviously unsure of what to do.

Nico was trembling, shaking, feeling adrenaline course through him, igniting his nerves and setting him on edge.

Those demons were back for him. He thought maybe they were gone, maybe this whole thing had ended but it was back, Nico could feel it in his bones.

He screamed and ran at the boy, shoving him into the hard wall, glaring into his eyes, eyes filled with nothing, eyes that Nico wanted to rip out of his skull.

"You-" He began to grid out before he was cut off.

"No, actually. It's always been you."

And Nico could of sworn he felt murderous, and he probably would have killed him if it weren't for Percy and Piper bursting in through the door.

They ripped him off the sandy-haired boy, who was looking at Nico smugly.

Nico looked at Percy and Piper with so much gratitude he could have fallen on the floor and sobbed for hours.

Piper nodded hesitantly at Octavian, who was standing petrified, a phone in his hand, and Percy's number on the screen.

"I'm sorry," He whispered. "I didn't think it would go this far..." Octavian trailed off, a look of horror etched into his features.

Nico's two saviors turned to glare at the boy who'd done all of this to him.

He was just surveying the scene, eyes glinting with something Nico couldn't decipher.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Nicholas." Then he winked and hopped out the window before anyone could stop him.

Nico barely had the energy to yell, "THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" After him, before he collapsed onto Piper and Percy.

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When Nico finally came-to, there was an ice pack on his head and he was in his own bed, Percy and Piper next to him in beanbag chairs, arguing over what looked like a magazine.

He felt something warm against his side and turned to see Charlotte sleeping against him, her dark hair splayed around her soft face like a halo.

Nico groggily sat up and groaned, feeling slightly sick.

Percy and Piper stopped their argument momentarily to look up. "Nico! Finally you're awake, we were waiting." Piper said enthusiastically, getting up with Percy right behind her.

Charlotte moved a bit and her eyes opened to look at her younger cousin.

"Il mio piccolo angelo," She smiled warmly, sitting up a bit with a small yawn.
(My little angel)

And Nico broke down.

He felt the warm arms of Charlotte pull him in and the comforting hands of Piper an Percy rest in his back reassuringly.

The tears flowed from him without hesitation, and he couldn't remember crying this hard since he was ten.

He buried his face in Charlotte's chest and just cried.

He let the tears rack his body, let himself drown in sorrow, and let it dissipate, cured by the love of his friends and family.

No one could take him from them.

No one could take them from him.

They were all he had.

These three people.

A kind friend, a caring boyfriend, and a loving elder cousin.

These three people... they were his last hope. And boy, did they do their job perfectly.

THE END~

Ha ha nah, I'm just messin' with ya. <3

It would've been a good ending tho