I must have fallen asleep because Will was tickling my nose a bit, while I was in his arms. I looked at him, scowling. He noticed I was awake and grinned. "Nico's awake, now!" He called to Percy and Jason who had there clothes ripped more and Percy was passed out, snoring and drooling, Jason was playing a game with himself and cards. Where did he get cards form?

Will looked back at me and his grin faded, his face turned to sad instead of happy. He quickly hid that emotion and smiled warmly at me. He hid his sadness, I never knew that. Well, of course I didn't, I never talked to him and barely ever saw him. But Will. Hid. His emotions. That wasn't what I thought Will would do. I thought he was all Happy Mc' Smile-pants, but he was actually Sadder Mc' Emotion-hider.

I stared into Will's eyes as he stared into mine. We continued to stare at each others as Percy got up and flicked Will's head. "Lay off the kid, he just woke up," he said. What was Percy talking about? I looked at Will with a questioning look.

He was about to say something when I remembered I was in his arms, I jumped out of his arms onto the ground. Which that hurt a lot. Why did they make this place out of whatever this is!? Why couldn't they make it out of cotton candy?

Will scooped me up, despite my starting protest then hushed me. He hushed me! "Oh. My. Gods. Stop. That. Now. Solace," I said. He just hushed me again. Percy tapped Will's shoulder and told him something in his ear. Will's eyes widened slightly and he shook his head very quickly. He said, "no way, Percy. That's . . . Just no. He wouldn't~ Maybe, but that's not the case. No, Percy. I am not."

Percy frowned, but shrugged and went to play cards with Jason who agreed and they started laying slap jack, which would hurt my hand slapping all the jacks. I once played with Percy and he slapped the jack, as I did and he had his hand over mine. He made my hand tingly and red for a week. It was either Percy takes the game way too seriously, he slaps hard, or I bruise easily and my skin is sensitive. I'm going to go with the third one. I barely even fell and got scrapped up pretty bad, I'm guessing.

I sunk into Will's hold on me. He was warm and gentle and nothing like everyone else. He was unique and I'm surprised I hadn't noticed that earlier and now that I mention unique: his hair still glow but it was fainter. He was talking to Percy again and his hair seemed to change its glow as if his emotion triggered it.

When he was mad: it'd be flowing in some wind and glowing dangerously bright, when he was sad; it'd be faint and hard to see with no wind, when he was happy; it'd be bright, but not too bright and it'd be flowing smoothly in the wind, not rough like when he's mad. And when he was scared: it'd be faint with a flow of strong emotion in the wind. How does the wind and the flow of his hair connect with his emotions.

Will was mad now, I could tell. The way his hair was. It was weird how that happened and I ended up staring at his hair. I reached out and touched it a bit and he immediately stopped fighting with Percy and slowly looked at me. "Nico?" He asked softly. I jerk my hand away and look someplace else. He stared at me and I kept looking everywhere except at him, flushing a bit.

Percy stared at me also. Then Jason came over. "What going on~oh," he says realizing what's going on. Which I wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but it kept me flushing. They all stared at me, as I looked everywhere but at them. I decided to close my eyes after a little bit and started to drift off to sleep. Will kept me in his arms the whole time.

I woke up to screaming. My eyes bursted open, knowing who screamed. Will was in trouble. I looked around, only to see darkness. Where was the light? I can hear Will close to me. His heavy breathing and I could feel him dying a bit. Wait, dying? Oh my gods, I need to help him!

I figured out I had been hidden. I took off the stinky, rotten blanket and looked around, trying to get up. I held my leg, as I got up and spotted Will being taken away by scar man. My eyes widened as I called Will's name, forgetting that scar man depends on listening to find his victims.

Will tried to call back but couldn't because scar man had put his hand over Will's mouth, making him not able to talk. He looked at me and shook his head a bit, he was telling me to go. To run, to be safe. But I was just as stubborn as him. As Scar man turned I limped over to them and punched him. He didn't seem fazed by it and picked me up with the hand that he put on Will's mouth.

So, now we both were being dragged away and we both could talk. "Nico! You should've stayed and why did you try to punch him!?" He questioned me and I just looked away from him and crossed my arms, looking to the side. This was gonna be fun . . .