Captured

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Recap: Nico di Angelo, you will be brought in for questioning and interrogation for suspected terrorism. This man with you will be intaragated as well, with you, and will be held hostage for if you make a wrong move. I suggest you come quietly or you're friend here will be shot on the spot."

                               TBC...
                        
                         NICO POV:
All that was going through my head at that moment was 'ooh snap' and 'we're so screwed' I slowly brought my hands over my head. All I could think about was Will getting hurt. "Okay, okay, no need to be hasty. Just... don't hurt Will." Eyepatch man seemed taken aback by the comment, but recovered quickly. I locked eyes with Will. He looked terrified and kept mouthing 'GO, ill be fine!' But I would just shake my head. "So.." Red head girl said, breaking me from my thoughts. "What is the relationship between you two? And don't think about lying, I'll know and shoot your friend." I gulped. Will looked at me, and a silent agreement came between us. "We're boyfriends." Me and Will said at the same time. That was not the answer eyepatch man wanted to hear, apparently. He dug his pistol point deeper into Will's lion's mane of hair. "Tell me the truth." He said, deathly calm. I growled in the back of my throat and they all seemed startled by the noise. "I'm telling the truth! Now let. Will. Go. I can't loose him, either." That last sentence stumbled out of me before I could stop it, and I gritted my teeth. "They're not lyng." The red head girl suddenly said "They're boyfriends." She looked at me inspecting me. "Are you a victim of the red room?" She asked. I blinked. The red what? "I mean... for you mean tartaurus?" I asked, confused. She studied me then finally said. "No, but what is tartaurus?" She asked. I gulped again. I looked at Will for comfort. Blood dripped from his curly hair from how hard the gun was pressed to his head. I glared at eyepatch man eyeing the gun. Eyepatch man saw the blood and, reluctantly, loosened his press into the head. I took a deep breath and turned back to face red head. "Tartaurus is a Greek myth, a pit just above chaos that is like the courth and home of monsters." I explained. "Basically like hell itself." Red head raised an eyebrow than nodded. "Where are you're pare..." I cut her off. "My mother died when I was a baby, my older sister died when I was ten and my father left home after my mother died, paid people to take care of me until I met him when I was twelve. He always said my sister was better than me. Said the wrong sibling died. But he's changed, he's trying." Red white and blue man opens his mouth to say something, when a bright flash of light blinds my vision. I turn away than look back to see a deathly pale man that has the same deep chocolate brown eyes and midnight black hair as me, though mine is a mess of curls, his is greased back. He's in black robes and stood seven foot tall. My father. "Let's clear some stuff up, shall we?" He says with an evil grin.

Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger. And if it's a bot rushed at the ending or too short, well, I'm writing this at 9:00 pm at night. Tomorrow's Saturday and will be extremely cold so I'll more than likely have time to write one or two more chapters tomorrow. See u until next time. Solangelo lover, out!

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