Npov

I sat up from my bed, my eyes wide. That . . . That was a dream? I looked at the time and checked to see if I was okay. I turned on the TV. It was automatically On the news. "After he was murdered Nico di Angelo, fled the crime scene. He is suspected for this gruesome murder." The Newsman said. "But will cop officials find him? Percy Jackson~" I turned the TV off. It was all a dream. Oh gods. . . It felt so real.

I laid my head back, thinking about the dream. Well, should I call it a nightmare? Was Will even real? Ugh, nightmares/dreams are so confusing. . . I laid there all day, not moving.

Then, I heard a knock at the door. That was weird, no one usually comes here. I sluggishly got to the door and opened it. It was Will. I fainted.

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I woke up, someone blurry man leaned over me. It was Will. I immediately sat up, will and I collided heads as I did. He held his head and looked at me.

". . . OW!!" He said, I out my hands my in surrender. I looked around. I . . . I was not in my own house. I studied what there was. Not any photos, but instead the house was filled with paintings and art. A bit of poetry in cases on the walls. The place was colored a grayish-black. There was a couch and it was black, with white pillows and a TV that was turned off. I was in the living room of . . . Will's home!?

I rolled off the couch and got up. "I am, uh, so sorry to bother you. I'll just, um, go," I say quickly, then starts to leave. He grabbed my hand and I tensed.

"Why are you off in a rush. You just woke up, and I came to your house because~" he started then I pull away from him and interrupted him.

"You need to ask me questions," I said plainly. He looked at my confused but nodded. I sighed. "I just found~"

This time he interrupted me. "It wasn't just a dream!?" He shrieks. I looked at him confused. "The spaghetti, the death, the Mcshizzle!? That's all true!?!?!?" He runs around, not very cop-like I'd say.

I lifted my finger about to say something, but stop myself and start to walk to the door. Will placed a bunch of stuff on the ground. He wasn't running around freaking out, he was gathering stuff, but why?

Will looks at me and I raise an eyebrow. "Run," he sighs only one word, before he turns the news one, showing a picture of Hazel. Hazel has already been murdered. My eyes widened and I look at Will, then he gives me a bag of the stuff he gathered and I ran out the house.

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I sat down, after running for hours. Were they gone? I hope so. I looked around, noticing my surroundings. It was an alley, street trash was a huge problem, and it was dark, scary, and I probably should've turned at that nice little candy shop.

I sighed and leaned against the old building that almost surrounded me. I was safe for a little while. I closed my eyes. A nap would be amazing, right now, but it's night. I should run under the cloak of night. I got up and started walking out of the alley.

Before I could someone came into the alley, carrying a gun. My eyes widened as I saw them and backed away from them. "P-Please, I have been running for a long time, I just want some peaceful rest!" I said, but he took that the wrong way. Thinking rest as death, instead of actual rest.

"On, you want rest? I will gladly give it to you," he said in a raspy voice. From his voice, I could tell he smoked and drank, it was written all over him, so was the smell. He came closer and I stepped back, away from him. He came closer, I went back again. He continued to come and I continued to back up.

He grabbed my wrist and I pulled away from him, but his grip was strong. We basically were playing tug-o-war with my wrist. I pulled and he pulled, his grip was gonna give me a big, black, bruise on his wrist. "L-Let me go!" I yelled, but his grip only seemed to get tighter.

"It's either you die, or you come with me," he offered. I looked at him. Going with him was better than dying, I decided. I choose the one I thought was best and he smirked and tugged me along. He threw me into his car and I struggled to get buckled. Schist, I forgot my bag.

I hesitantly raised my hand and he let me speak. "I forgot my bag in the alley, could I . . . Get it?" I asked, my voice cracked a bit when I ended the question. He looked at me like I was crazy and told me no. I sighed and shifted, uncomfortably. He started his car and we left as I stared at the alley that I just left. I left Will's stuff he gave to me. I am such horrible person.