Combined Forces (A Percy Jackson/The Mortal Instruments Crossover)

Chapter 4: Hopeless

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Nico's pov:

Nico heard the click of the lock as Jace Herondale evaded any chances of Nico's escape; little did he know that keeping a son of Hades captive was not a good idea.

Nico found himself imprisoned in a blinding white room with a single window letting sunlight seep in through the glass.

The light rays danced atop the floor and highlighted the sight of a teenage girl.

A golden cord climbed her arm with a wooden stump jutting out the top. A snarl was gracing her lips as she looked upon Nico with disgust as you would look at an infestation.

She wore a black leather jacket over a baby pink T-shirt that sported a well with a cut off head balanced on the rim. A 'Go jump in a well' logo ran in an arc over the top of the shirt making him, suddenly, think of Thalia with her 'dead to barbie' T-shirts and such.

A pair of cut, skinny jeans covered her legs, leading down to seven inch high stilettos.

What Nico could never understand was how girls could walk in such torture devices.

He remembered trying to wear one of Bianca's heels but he had immediately regretted it as the hard sticks that dug into his ankle were definitely not wanted but perhaps he had tried to wear the bottom of the shoe instead of the front...

"So, you're the kid who managed to piss off Jace. Got to hand it to ya, I'm surprised; not many people have the guts or the ability to do that," the girl said as her snarl was replaced by a smirk.

"I have tendency of ticking people off," Nico stated dryly.

"Well, anyways, my name is Isabelle Lightwood and I was hoping you could tell me a bit about yourself," the girl, Isabelle, voiced.

"Sure, as long as it has nothing to do with me," Nico uttered, trying to tick her off.

"I don't think you heard me, I said: I want you to tell me a bit about yourself." Isabelle repeated, glaring Nico.

"Take a seat," Isabelle ordered hotly.

Nico shrugged and walked over to the empty chair that was cemented to the ground opposite to which Isabelle sat with only a mahogany table to separate them.

He slumped down in the chair, his hands dropping down to the table's surface, tapping ferociously at the wood.

"What do you want?" Nico asked, not impolitely.

"I would like you to answer a few questions," Isabelle said, adopting the same attitude as that of Nico.

"Ask away," Nico said, slightly annoyed by all this interrogation.

"Why did you come here?" Isabelle asked.

Nico smirked," I'm on a secret mission from Mars. My space ship crash landed in your garden so I decided to chug down your junk food supply."

Isabelle maintained her somber but light mood, not even cracking the ghost of a smile.

"Answer my question," Isabelle said, a light tinge of anger coating her tone.

"No," Nico replied.

"Fine," Isabelle said, slowly uncurling her whip, "How about this: You reply to my question or I will hurt you."

"You're really annoying," Nico said leaning back in his chair.

Nico shrugged off his jacket and flung it over the back of his seat, then he turned to a profound Isabelle and said; "If you think I'm going to talk then you couldn't be any more wrong than you are now."

"Nico, I need to know if you are safe to the world. I need some evidence that you aren't going to go killing mundane and downworlders," Isabelle said as softly as she could... then added," Or else I'll hurt you."

Silence followed until Isabelle started raging on again.

"Are you going to talk now?" Isabelle said.

Nico stared down Isabelle, "No."

"That's it!" Isabelle was on her feet, her whip arching behind her, racing towards Nico's face.

A burning sensation slapped along his cheekbone where a long gash had been cut open. Blood spewed through the cut skin, racing down his cheek and flowing down to his shirt.

"I've already told you, you guys can't lock me up. I have many ways of escaping, the last one involves a raging half-blood coming to the rescue and basically cutting down the forces of this place, single-handedly. I rest assured of his help," Nico calmly stated.

He got to his feet, grabbing his aviator's jacket, and strolled over to the door.

In one kick, the door flew open. Nico trudge through the doorway and into the open hall from where he to a right and leisurely walked to his designated room, all without even sparing a glance back.

He only freaked out when he was in his room. He was just flinging it when he had said all that.

Nico had no assurance that Percy would come or even give a thought to it. The other options still remained though.

He could shadow travel out of here but he wasn't strong enough yet and he was already in the danger zone.

He had been advised to lie off of the death god stuff for a while otherwise he would be endangering his life.

The third option would be direct escape but these guys were far too skilled. He would be dead even before he crossed the front lawn.

He could sneak out off the house but there was the possibility that there were alarms hidden here and there and if they set off then he would be in trouble.

What now? Nico though as he let himself fall back, landing softly on the fluffy mattress of his bed.

The room that he was staying in was plainly based. The walls were coated in a dark blue shade that comforted him as it made the room dark enough for him.

Two doors led out of the room; one led to the hallway outside while the other trailed through to the bathroom.

A closet had been pushed against the wall and was deposited with just one other pair of fabric. It was white in color and completely despicable in terms of Nico.

The bed was a four sided, wooden loft with a spring mattress thrown over it. Black and blue sheets were pushed to the edge of the bed, half falling off of it while part of it had linked itself to the bed post.

The tiles that were cemented atop the floor were a crimson red that eerily reminded Nico of the battle that had taken place with Gaia.

A lamp that hung from the ceiling spewed white light around the room, illuminating the darkness.

Nico lay on the bed, thinking about Camp and... Will.

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The question for this chapter is: HOW WILL NICO ESCAPE? WILL HE EVEN WANT TO ESCAPE?

Until next time, dudes and duddettes!