Nico Di Angelo in Gotham

Jason

Nicos POV
I stumble out of cabin 13. I because just felt it, it's getting harder and harder to breathe, I am semi aware of everything yet nothing at the same time. My ears are still ringing, my headache is painful, but it's nothing compared to the pains where my heart is supposed to go. The campers look at me in shock and confusion, Nico Di Angelo, Son of Hades, the 'fearsome' Ghost King, looking like that? I see Percy in the distance running towards me, but it doesn't matter, nothing does. I need to get away, to run, to hide. He would have scolded me for even thinking that, begged me not too, but he can't anymore, because it just happened. As much as I wished that it didn't , the feeling was never wrong, not with Bianca, not with Beckendorf or Silena, it can't be wrong with him either. I can vaguely hear Percy's voice, asking what's wrong, telling me to stop for one second, but I can't stop. Run, go, get away, my instincts scream at me. I ignore Percy's meaningless words, and I sink into shadows, with one last thought; Jason Grace is dead.

As surprising as it could be, Shadow Travel was clearing my mind. Well, not exactly clearing, but distracting me. Who could have known that the sensation of running 200 miles per hour, and the shadows screaming at me to join them would be distracting? Jason's death was still bouncing around in my mind, but it wasn't controlling me, I could think more rationally by now. I take a step out of the shadows.

I stumble and brace myself against a wall. What I see doesn't really surprise me, I'm in a dead end alleyway, dirt and grime covering every inch of it. A dumpster stands behind me, I look up to see a smog filled night sky. I have no idea where I am, I think i'm in America, based on how the fatigue isn't a as bad as it would, had I traveled to another country.
It takes me a second to realize that there is someone at the entrance of the alleyway, a mortal by the looks of it. He takes a slow step towards me, a supposed creepy  grin on his face.

"What's a little thing like you doing in these parts of Gotham?" He asks.

I tilted my head slightly in realization , Gotham, that rang a bell. wasn't Gotham the place where the hero's were, Diana Prince mentioned it before didn't she? Distaste filled him when I thought of Diana, the relations she had to Jason. I was glaring at the thought of her.

"Don't look at me like that boy," the man snarls. "If you're not going to answer, give me all of you money before I make you."

Then the thought hit me like Zeus when he was mad at someone; This man was trying to mug me.

There was no if, this man was actually trying to threaten me. I laughed at the thought of this mortal successfully stealing from me. But the laugh held no humor, as if I could actually laugh when Jason was dead. So, the laugh sounded forced and hysterical.

The mans eyes narrowed. "Stop laughing and give me your money. Don't make me come over there kid." He says, his threatening voice would have made a lesser man cower.

But that was not what I was paying attention to. My laughter had died down by now. Did this man just call me a kid. I had been to hell in back, lost everything and built my way back up, just for the only person who actually knew all of my secrets and actually trusted to die, and this pathetic excuse for a man has the nerve to call me a kid. I am seething at this point,

I grit my teeth in anger, "I am not a kid."

The man takes an unconscious step back in fear at my glare, then he seems to realize that he's taking a step back from a fourteen year old. So he takes a step forward and grins, "What you're going to do about it kid."

I take a deep breath, trying to find some self control. I start to repeat a chant in my mind;

Don't snap his neck
Don't snap his neck
Don't snap his neck

I needed to distract myself

I was angry, and I knew that, my head was not as clear as I wish it could be, because they were clouded by grief and emotions. But the sad truth was that I didn't let my emotions cloud my thoughts. There's a reason everyone says I'm a monster at camp, I think bitterly. There was a reason everyone was shocked I was crying at when I came out of my cabin, the only time I show emotion is with Hazel, Reyna, and supposedly Percy. I only let myself show the good things with him, like happiness. I leave as soon as possible when she's around. Annabeth Chase, I can't even think the name without feeling overwhelming jealousy and hatred. But I can't hate her, I respect her, I really do, but I can't stand being around her. Them being together are just the constant reminder of what I can't have. Love.

Well, I distracted myself from snapping his neck didn't I?

I walk forward, I just wanted to get out of this situation by now. I was just done, done with dealing with anything that can walk or talk. Done with my emotions. I just wanted to process my grief in peace, was that too much to ask for?

"Where do you think you're going without giving me money, kid," he snarls

I sigh and continue to walk forwards, the anger from him calling me a kid was worn out by now, he was just a ignorant mortal that didn't know what he was talking about. He steps in front of me, effectively blocking my way from getting out of the alleyway easily. I roll my eyes, does this man really think I'm going to give him my money, if I had any money to begin with. Even if I did, did this man think he was going to make me give him some.

He takes a step forward and slaps me, well, at least he tries to slap me. I have to admit that I was surprised, I ducked half-a-second later than I would have been if I were prepared, but I was still faster than him by 3 seconds though. By now i'm more aware of what I'm doing, my reflexes kicked in and a second later he was on the floor. I had used the momentum from the 'slap'(if you even want to call whatever that was a slap) and pushed his arm forward, all the while I kicked the middle of his leg, effectively causing his knees to buckle, and with the momentum from the 'slap', he toppled over like the blocks in this board game called Jenga.

I take a step over the groaning man, " Thank you, for effectively wasting my time," I say, my tone serious.

I keep walking, not even bothering to look over my shoulder, I can still hear him groaning. I want to find somewhere private, where I can't be bothered or judged in my grief. Then the perfect place to process my emotions comes to mind; A Cemetery.

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Okay, how do you like the first chapter. I kind of have a plot for this, but please suggest Ideas. This is my first book ever, So Please comment your Opinions and Ideas for this story. If you want another chapter please tell me, It would motivate me a lot to make more chapters.

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