The Di Angelo Twins (Discontinued)

Chapter Four - The Argument

Chapter Four - The Argument

*Lucia's P.O.V*

        Nico eyed him. "And how will you help us?"
        King Minos spread his arms like he wanted a hug. "Is it against ancient laws to help out the twin children of my boss?" Nico and I just stared. He continued. "You guys are not safe -"
        "Tell us something we don't know." My twin and I mumbled in unison.
        "- and in order to survive you need to learn your powers."
        "We have powers?" I asked.
        Minos nodded. "Yes. You'd be surprised how much you can do."
        "What can we do?" Asked Nico. Hmmm, if we're the children of the God of the Dead, than can we possibly....raise the dead?
        Minos smiled. "Many, many things. You can use your powers to get revenge on that Son of Poseidon." I stiffened and Nico began to shake with fury. "But, even better, is the fact that your older sister - Bianca was it? Well, she's dead."
        I rested my hand on one of my knives and glared at him. I didn't like the way he mentioned Bianca's death. He said as if it was. "Yeah, she is. So what's that got anything to do with you?"
        His eyes glinted in a way I didn't like and a smirk grew on his face. I don't know but I had a bad feeling about this, about him. "Don't you want your sister back? To see her alive again?"
        I froze. Bianca.....back? Alive again? We'll get to be a family again, and we'll get to hug her and talk to her and just be with her.
        But....it wouldn't be right. Bringing the dead back isn't normal. It's not natural. And, I believe Bianca deserves to rest in peace 
         "Bring.....Bianca back?" Nico said staring into nothing, his sword slipping out his hand. He shook off his daze and quickly picked his sword to point it back at Minos. "Is it true we can bring Bianca from the dead?Answer me!" Nico took a step closer to the ghost, his eyes fierce. I took a step back.
        I could feel his anger, his eagerness, and sadness. I could feel it effect me. Making me feel the anger that yearns to avenge my sister's death. I'm going to make Perct pay. I'm going to hurt Percy then bring back Bianca. It's his fault Bianca died! It's his fault Lucia and I are orphans. I want him dead! I want him erased from the earth! To crumple into a pile a bones and then -
        "Nico stop!" I said clutching my head with both hands and glared at my twin. He turned back with a glare. "Stop. Just stop. Calm down. Your thoughts - stop that." I hate when he does that. I have a feeling he knew what I was thinking, and was trying to influence my thoughts with his.
        He put away his sword then came towards me and put both hands on my shoulders. He looked me in the eye. They swirled with anger.
        "Lucia," he said lowering his eyebrows. He never calls me by my real name. This must be serious. "Don't you see the golden opportunity we have here? We could have Bibi back. We don't have to be alone anymore. We could be a family again."
         I glared back. "Of course I want Bianca back, Nico. But....but it's not natural. It's not - well you don't even know the consequences for bringing someone back from the dead."
         He continued to glare. "We could avenge her death and bring her back! We have to make Percy for breaking his promise! We can have Bianca back! How many more times do I have to repeat myself to get the point across!"
        I shrugged his hands off my shoulders. "Nico, this isn't right! We....Revenge isn't always the answer. Percy did what he could. You have to move one, to live on." I said remembering what I told myself earlier. I sighed. "Look, I miss Bianca as much as you do, I want her back, too, just not like this-"
        "This all your fault!" Nico yelled at me clenching his fist. I froze. "You let Bianca die, Lucia! You should have convinced Bianca not to join that group of imbeciles! It's you're fault Bianca died! You. Let. Her. Die." He finished breathing heavily almost like he's been waiting a long time to say that. Around my brother, black steam seemed to emit from him.
        I stood there, speechless. 
        Bianca's death....was my fault? How...how can he say that? I....Bianca's death....no, I wasn't at fault, she chose to be a Hunter. She knew that being hunter meant fighting battles which not end well. She knew what were the dangers when she made the oath. 
        The oath I could have stopped Bianca from pledging. If only I had stopped her, pleaded, maybe Bianca would have stayed with Nico and I. She wouldn't have become a Hunter and been selected as one of the members for the quest. If I'd only would have done something. Tears made my vision blurry. "Nico...."
        "Leave!" I flinched at Nico harsh tone. He glared and pointed his sword at me. "LEAVE YOU MONSTER! JUST LEAVE! YOU'RE NO SISTER TO ME!" He sneered. Tears ran down my cheeks. I thought he would always have my back, be there for me. I thought he'd never push me away.
        I took a step back as Nico advanced towards me, the black steam around him growing thicker. His eyes were nothing but empty black holes that showed no emotion. This isn't Nico. This is just a soulless body with a craving of revenge. Nico used to smile and laugh. Hell, he was smiling a few hours ago.
        Anger suddenly bubbled in my chest. Nico's wrong. Bianca's death wasn't my fault. He should know that Bianca, being as stubborn as she's always been, won't change her mind once she's had her decision made. Deep down, there was nothing I could have done. Like what a girl from that camp once told me, there's no stopping tragedy. Nico's blaming me for something I wasn't even at fault for. He thinks he's the only one who went through grief. How can he think I would do such a thing! Do you think I wanted Bianca to die? That little bastard(A\N:please excuse the profanity) has no right to acuse me of her death.
        What happen to Nico? We were partners in crime, we were....family.
         "You're not Nico." I glared at the black haired boy and sneered. "You're the true monster here." I didn't wait to see his reaction since I turned my back on him and walked back through the tunnel we came from.
        I took twists and turns having no true destination. Just the desire to get away from that boy. To get away from everything.
        I turned another corner and faced a dead end. I realized I was getting no where - I was lost. I clenched my fists and let loose a guttural yell of anger while kicking the tall wall. I immediately regretted it as hot pain shot up my leg. I groaned and sat down, my back to the wall, and messaged my throbbing foot.
        I know other people have it worse, but why does all of this have to happen to me? Why can't I just be a regular teenage girl worrying about her stupid crush not replying to her text message and her school grades or why the whole house is a disastrous mess instead of having an anger driven twin and experiencing danger every where I turn. I let loose another yell, just trying to let all my frustration go.
        When I did, I heard someone yell, 'There!'. I turned my head and saw a group of five boys coming my way - they all held swords and wore armour. I immediately got up and held my sword with both hands and got in stance - well what I hope was a stance. They were blocking my only exit which meant I would have to fight my way out of this. They stopped when they were five feet away from me.
        The fist one, who I assumed was the leader since he was in front, smirked at me. He was tall, he looked around fifteen, had vibrant green eyes and a splash of freckles on his face. In his hand, he held a gold sword instead of bronze and wore no armor like the rest. He was dressed in black jeans, a grey hoodie and a jean jacket. "Look at what we got here. An emo demigod."
        I glared fiercely. "I'm not emo, Freckles." I countered.
        Freckles laughed. "Ooh damn! feisty!" He smirked again. "We need you to lower you weapon, princess, and hand us all your possessions. Then you're going to let us take you with us-without protesting." Some his goonies cracked their knuckles and others smirked.
        "Who said I'm going to surrender to you?" I growled while sneering.
        Freckles' smirk faded and his expression turned deadly serious. It made me nervous. "We can do this my way, or the hard way if you like." His eyes were locked on mine like a predator to its prey.
        I tightened my grip on my sword and swallowed. I could feel my heart beating faster and the sinking feeling in my stomach worsen. There's no way I could win against five people. I know what I'm going to do next is probably one of the most stupidest thing I will even do.
        I smirked and narrowed my eyes. "I prefer the hard way, Freckles. Give me all you got, and don't hold back because I'm a girl."
        The boy smirked and shrugged. He looked back at his group and chuckled. "Let me handle this, men."
         I scoffed. "Men, my ass."
         Freckles turned back and glared. Then he stepped closer and readied his sword. I gripped my sword so tight my knuckles turned white. Freckles had his eyes locked with mine. His jaw twitched, then he attacked.
        I narrowly dodged his attack as I side stepped. I faced him and swung my sword at him like baseball bat. He deflected with his sword and swung back at me. I was too slow and he left a deep cut on my stomach. I bit my lip from yelling in pain. He swung again at me and cut my upper arm. I stumbled back as I feel the warm substance seep through my clothes. I tried to swing at him but he parried my attack and disarmed me, my black sword skittering away. I pulled out my knives as a desperate attempt. I was not going to let them take me.
        Freckles 'tsk'ed at me. "Just give up, emo princess." He said, pointing his sword straight at my chest. I gulped and tried not to wince in pain from my wounds. "Even if you do win-which I doubt - there's no way you can fight all five of us. So surrender now, and I'll heal you up and we'll take you to our camp, yeah? Join us. That's all we want from you." Then he eyed my daggers. "By the way, your stance is wrong and you're not holding those daggers right." I glared and thought over this. 
        As much as I dislike surrendering, he's right that I wouldn't be able to fight them all. I don't even know how to fight properly with a sword or hold daggers - I just thought they were knives, for gods sake - correctly. Plus, what do I have to lose. I already lost my only living family, and I have no where to go. I just want to leave this place, leave myself behind and start as a new person. Maybe this won't be so bad.
        I put away my daggers.
        Freckled smirked triumphantly. "Give the daggers and I'll heal you. Deal?"
        I took them out again and walked towards the green eyed boy to hand him the daggers. The boy looked behind him and made eye contact with a red headed boy. Before I knew what was happening, Readhead had tied my hands together behind my back. I glared at them both, but didn't try to resist.
        "Why are you trying me up?" I asked stupidly.
        Freckles sighed and grabbed my chin. "Because, princess, you're my prisoner now." Then he smirked.
        "I thought you were taking me to your camp - so I can join you." I said feeling vulnerable. Maybe they had been lying. How could I have been do stupid! Maybe they're even rapists or something. Or maybe -
        "We are." He said nonchalantly. "We just need to make sure you won't escape. Once we get to camp, I'll untie you. Let me heal you so that you can see I'm keeping my deal, all right?" Freckles then just stared into my eyes while he mumbled something incoherently in another language. I blushed at the weird eye contact. When he finished mumbling, I suddenly felt warm and fuzzy. A moment later it faded away. "There. Now you're all healed up. Let's move out." He said the last part for his group. They all turned around and began to walk back where they came from. Both Freckles and Redhead had a steel grip on my arms, as they followed behind their group.
        We took twists and turns for about an hour when we finally made it to a dead end with a door with the triangle. Freckles pressed it with his hand, and a portion of the was popped in and slid up. I covered my eyes as the sun light hit my eyes like daggers. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I uncovered my eyes and saw the sea ahead of me and above me a pier dock. They pulled me forward and I continued to follow. We climbed the rocks near us to get up on the pier. 
        That's when I noticed it. The large and long white ship. It looked about ten floors high, with elegant, clear and shiny window. On the top, there were purple flags and banner which had the same symbol: a black scythe. On the side was the ship's name in gold.
        Princess Andromeda.
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(A/N: Sup, peeps! Finally chapter four done!  Sorry for the wait >~< I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! ♡♡♡ Anyways sorry if the middle kind of sucks. I had written it-it was perfect in my opinion- but I hadn't saved it so I had to rewrite that part all over again and I feel like it wasn't as good as the first one. Thank to all who read, I love you all very much! 😙 and I sincery apologize to all who read T.D.A.T and make you wait. 
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