To Tartarus and Back (A Solangelo Story)

We Fight an Evil Cheerleader. . . Again

DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT PLOT AND OC'S! ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN!

TRIGGER WARNING: BADASS NICO DI ANGELO, SLIGHT HOMOPHOBIA ⚠⚠⚠

Will's POV

I sigh and try again. "Hey kid-"

But I'm cut off by a shrilly voice. "Excuse me?! What do you think you are doing?!" 

A woman, about eighteen at most, with a dark complexion and dark curly hair. There was no way this could have been this kid's mother, so I was guessing she was a babysitter.

"Look ma'am." I start. I try to sound sincere and polite. It's in my nature, being raised in Texas, where manners are a very important subject. 

"No! Son of Apollo!" The lady yelled.

That's when I knew things were about to get violent. Well. . . And the fact that Nico was stringing together a bunch of Italian curse words. 

"Fottuto Dio. Non era quello che volevo fare oggi." 

He sighed and unsheathed his sword. "Gods dammit Kelli."

I wondered how Nico knew who this was, until he muttered "Fucking empousa."

Now that I knew. An empousa was a monster who resembled a woman, who lure victims in to kill, and can even shapeshift. I'm also guessing this particular 'Kelli' had a particularly nasty past with Nico.

Kelli looked at Nico and sneered. "Son of Hades. Sssurprised to sssee you still sssane."

She had a gnarly way of hissing her "s", which made her even more snake-like.

"How the fuck did you get out of Tartarus?" Nico snarled. And let me tell you, he was pissed.

The empousa laughed. "My new master let me out. As long as I can ssstill kill." She laughed at Nico and lunged, causing Nico to have to jump out of the way. He then held his sword out for defense, as Kelli came charging back.

He strikes with his sword, missing the monster by an inch. I felt like I should do something, but I didn't have my knife, and there was NO way I was going to attack weaponless. So I tried my next best option. The kid who initially stole my knife was standing still, almost like he was in a trance. I tried to take the knife, but it was stuck in his stiff hands.

I suddenly heard a yell coming from the fight. Nico wasn't dying or anything, but he had an absurdly large gash through his shirt, which blood was slowly oozing out. 

Intense anger came through his eyes. He raised his sword about to attack, and yelled "FUCK YOU KELLI! I ACTUALLY LIKED THIS SHIRT!" As he swung his sword, almost cutting the empousa's body in half. But like all monsters, Kelli's body practically disintegrated into a large pile of sand on the floor.

I ran up to Nico and pulled him into a hug.

"Ow fuck Will." He stuttered.

I let go, now remembering that he had scratch down his chest.

"Oop. Sorry Nico." I said.

He laughed. "Your southern accent comes out when you're worried."

I smirk. "Seriously though. Are you okay? That's a pretty bad scratch."

He looks down. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm mostly just mad that the bitch ripped my shirt. I pay good money for these."

I roll my eyes. "Did you really pay for them? Or are these collateral damage that you stole?"

"Shut up Solace." 

I lean in and kiss his cheek. "Whatever Sunshine."

Nico goes beet red as I feel a tug on my shirt. The kid who stole my knife was next to me, with his probable mother in tow.

"I'm so sorry sweetie. It seems my little boy stole something of yours." She said, handing me my dagger.

I sigh and smile. "Its fine. Thank you for returning it." I say sweetly. I had no clue what she really saw though, since the mist was concealing the actual blade. 

To clear up any confusion, the mist was a magical thing demigods use to obscure the vision of mortals. It's pretty useful if we're fighting monsters or concealing weapons. We also had no idea what the mortals saw while Nico was fighting. They could have seen him talking to me, or being an idiot in the middle of a McDonald's.

Whatever it was, Nico didn't care. He was already sitting back at our table, eating his chicken nuggets. I sat back down in front of him, still eyeing his scratch.

"Like what you see?" he asked. I almost choked on my Sprite.

"N-no. Well, yes, but I'm just making sure you won't bleed out."

He dipped a nugget in ketchup. "I'll be fine. Here, does this help?" He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. 

It wasn't passionate or anything, but it was enough to give me butterflies in my stomach. It was sweet until a lady comes up to us.

"Sweet dears," Oh gods I hated her already. "I hope you realize the horrible sins you have just committed."

Oh sweet Jesus. I was about to do something, (Probably irrational) when Nico stood up.

"LOOK, DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU, BUT I AM RUNNING ON THREE HOURS OF SLEEP, A PANIC ATTACK AND CHICKEN NUGGETS. SINNING IS THE LAST THING I'M WORRIED ABOUT! NOW FUCK OFF!" He grabbed my hand, his chicken nuggets, and shadow travelled back to camp without another word.

And then he passed out.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey, it's Gremlin.

And holy crap I hate this chapter. Everything about it!

I finished this on my way home from karate and I hate it. I'm gonna (hopefully) make up for it in the next chapter.

But I did take standardized testing so gimme a break.

Anyway vote and comment or whatever while i go pull a Nico and pass the fuck out.