The Son of Death in Gotham(A Nico Di Angelo Fan Fic)

41) Return

*Sorry this is late, also this story now officially has over 40 chapters, almost fifty :D. Anyway I hope you enjoy :) PS: The image up top is basically what I think Violet would look like except for the eyes.*

Nico's Pov

Nico felt like crap again.

Then again he should be used to it by now.

Hecate had had him running errands for days now. He didn't remember the last time he'd slept. He hadn't had a decent meal for days now. And he was filthy.

Just now she'd transported him to a city. It looked kinda like New York, but Nico never knew. Everywhere looked a bit like home when that's all you wanted. Not that he'd ever get one.

You are home though.

Nico shuddered. He hated it when Hecate spoke into his mind like that, but for his family he'd do anything.

Exactly. Now here's your job. Your little demi-gods camp isn't that far from here. I need you to sneak back in there and do something for me.

"Do what?" Nico realized he probably looked crazy, talking into the air about stealing. But truthfully he didn't care what others thought. He was also hesitant about sneaking into the demigods camp. But he shook that feeling away, these people had abandoned him in the jar.

Not much. Just sneak into the Apollo cabin and leave them a message for me. And maybe try and be seen by a camper.

"Why the Apollo? And why do you want me to be seen?"

No need for you to know that.

Nico froze when she said that in his mothers voice. Then he shook himself.

It was for his family. He would do anything to get them back. Anything.

He stepped into the shadows of a nearby tree and stepped out of the shadows of Thalia's pine tree. He quickly hid behind it, hoping that nobody had seen him.

This would be complicated. He didn't know how the campers felt about him after the Second Giant War. He had just disappeared. He truthfully wouldn't blame them if they hated him for that.

But that wasn't important right now. Looking up at the sky he guessed it was around dinner time. Good. Apollo campers were usually singing at the campfire, eating, or working in the infirmary around this time. Not that he knew many of them.

He carefully melted back into the shadows, stepping out of the shadows behind the Apollo cabin. He looked around and saw that no one was around, doing a quick soul search to make sure that no one was in the cabin. Then he climbed in through one of the side windows.

The cabin was atrocious. All the walls were painted light colors and the beds had white and yellow blankets. It was the complete opposite of Nico's cabin. It was obviously Will's theme.

Wait. Will? Who's Will? Isn't that the infirmary guy? He was kinda cute-

Nico shook his head. It wasn't the time to be thinking thoughts like that. Especially thoughts like that. He had a job to do.

He got to the cabin councilors bed and brought his sword to his hand, cutting a slit through his skin and letting the blood pour out. He'd decided that this would be the simplest way to write a message, though it would make quite a mess. He was about to start writing on the wall when he realized that he didn't know what to write. Ugh, he had to ask Hecate.

"What's this message?"

He whispered it so no one would hear, Hecate spoke back into his brain almost immediately.