Npov

I stared out the window of the mans car. His car was nice, a black Chevrolet Camaro. I really never thought I'd ride in a car like this. I thought I'd be stuck with a orange clown car, with a creepy clown with blood all over their face as a driver. This man, he had a helmet on, so I couldn't see his face. He had leather clothing, as if he was one of those cool guys who rode motor cycles.

I continued to stare out the window, until I noticed we were going through the border of New York. "H-Hey, where are we going?" He asked him. I stuttered, again. Why am I keep on stuttering? It is only a mere kidnapping, that I've been in. Nothing else, no cops on my tail. I should be glad this man was taking me out of the state, but he made me uncertain that I should even be with him, at all.

The man looked at me, through his helmet, he shook his head. He looked back and then pushed on the brake really quickly. My head jerked forward and I hit the seat in front of me. That hurt like hell, my eye! I covered my eye and looked around. The glass broke as we collided with something. Oh, I don't think I can stay awake. The man was knocked out cold, or at least I hoped.

I tried to open the door but it was jammed. Oh no, there was no civilization for miles. Why were we in the woods, also!? I pushed and pushed on the door, until I gave out and passed out, still covering my eye.

Wpov

I hoped Nico was okay. He just ran off like that, because Hazel was murdered. And he didn't do it, Octavian did. That boy obviously did it, Nico would never hurt Percy or Hazel. Well, that is what he said in the nightmare. I'm still not sure what that nightmare even meant. How'd Nico turn into Octavian and try to strangle me? Nightmares, and dreams, are completely crazy and no way in hell make sense.

I laid on my couch, after getting questioned for the one millionth time. No, I didn't kill him. No, I didn't help him. He just showed up at my house, after I questioned him. He said he needed to run and then left. I know nothing. But that was all a lie I told, to protect me, but not just me, Nico too. I can't believe I lied to another police man. Argh, this is so hard. How does criminals do this type of stuff!?

I sighed and turned on the news. "And this sight has been cleared. We have found the man who is responsible for Percy Jacksons and Hazel Levesques murders." The news women said. Wait, they can't be meaning . . .

The screen showed a car crashed with a black Camaro. Nico would never drive that, he couldn't have been the person they found. Then it showed a picture of Octavian and Nico and I lifted my head, in surprise. "Octavian Augur and Nico di Angelo have been found. They look dead, but we can't tell for sure. Now, the news on global warming with Jane." I turn the news off after that. Nico dead. He couldn't be. I just know it.

Npov

Oh, it hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn't see or hear or feel anything, except pain. My head throbbed and my body ached. All I wanted was a nice, long nap. One that I could never wake up from. It wasn't like anyone was gonna miss me now. Hazel and Percy gone. No one was left for me. I was alone. No one will even care if I did, anyway.

No one. Not a single thing. I will never be loved again. Not by anyone. I will not love ever again. There is no reason for me to stay now. I should just. Die. I bet that's what everyone wants. The criminal, Nico di Angelo, to die for killing Percy Jackson and Hazel Levesque. His loved ones. He killed his loved ones. I killed my loved ones. I don't even deserve to live. I should just die. Here and now.

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I felt a hand touch mine, as I was still unable to wake. Who would be seeing me? It's been a week since the crash and who would even bother? I wanted to open my eyes, see who it was. Where I was. How I looked. I must look awful. My eye, did it look awful? Was I gonna be forever known as the man with a scar on his eye? Oh, I hoped not.

No one has talked to me, no one has touched me. Not since the crash or if the doctors did or anything. No one told me I was gonna have a visitor. Who was the person touching me? I felt the hand squeeze mine.

"Hey, Nico," Will said. Will was the one here? Why was he here? He shouldn't be here. At least, not for me. "I don't know if you're awake in there or not, but . . . I am going to talk to you now. Sorry, if I didn't talk to you sooner, I just got off the hook with the cops, ha." Why was he on the hook win the cops? Why was he here?

I tried to open my eyes, move, anything other than hear him. But I couldn't. It was too hard, like it was out of my reach just enough for me to get annoyed. Which, I was annoyed. I couldn't do anything except hear Will. That's all.