(There will be times when I will write in your p.o.v and Nico's p.o.v but right now, Im writing in third person. Heh :) PS: This is the re-written version so, many scenes might change :))
You were running, terrified of what had happened.
You stopped in your tracks to breathe, panting and heaving during the process, you took your time to look at your surroundings.
Where the fuck am I? You thought to yourself, as you take in the sight of the woods, confusion and panic spread throughout your body as you gripped your bag, shouldering it, as you noticed a faint flicker of light in the distance.
A long amount of metres away, you heard a loud roar, the same roar that came from your wannabee kidnapper, alerting you that he-whatever he is- is near.
"Nuh-uh, not today, you son of a bitch" You muttered under your breath before sprinting towards the source of light, stumbling here and there.
The light got more brighter and you hauled to a stop staring at the large pillar with large writings in the middle (Ne, its hard to explain the camp man) You squinted your (e/c) eyes at the letters.
"...camp half-blood..." you sighed out, raking your fingers through your sweaty scalp. Sighing deeply, optimisstic and pessimistic thoughts ran through your brain.
'(Y/N) Its a camp. The name doesnt matter, its probably some old man's joke, but as long as you get treated you'll be fine. I MEAN LIKE LOOK AT YOU, THAT STUPID MONSTER FUCKING DESTROYED YOU. YOUR THRASHED!!,' Your conscience told you as you rolled your eyes, ignoring the throbbing pain on your body before realizing something.
"...hold on..." you say to yourself, warily checking your surroundings, speaking of the monster...where did he go?
You always kept a pocket knife by your side in case you needed self defence. Not like you needed it much since you're a black belt from taekwan-do all the way to boxing, you can basically handle yourself okay, but never the less you always, ALWAYS, carry your pocket knife. You took it out from your bag's back pocket and swung it around cautiously as you step nearer to the camp entrance.
Then out of nowhere, something heavy tackled you from behind, not giving you any chance of escape. The creature gripped your waist tightly making it hard for you to breath. You gasped for air, clutching your pocket knife as you tried to stab his big furry arms, which was no use meaning using martial arts is hopeless.
He gripped your waist tighter than it already was making you choke on air. Your knees began feeling weak, your mind was slipping to your wonderland, you felt yourself going limp (wonderland- imagination lol)
At this point you were positively sure you were gonna die because your own brain was playing tricks on you. The air before you shimmered, turning pitch black taking in the form of a young boy about your age, 14 or 15, dressed in a aviator jacket over his black Pierce Through The Veil shirt, with black trousers being held by a chain belt and black vans.
You took in his features, ruffled dark hair styled in a I-just-woke-up kind of way, his pale skin was ghostly white in the dark making his brown eyes that were twinkling with anger stand out, his pink lips were streched into a tight line. You also noticed that in his left hand, he was clutching a...SWORD?!?
Otherwise, taking him in up and down, you started thinking to yourself, instead of hot or sexy, this guy before you was...
'Cute,' you mumbled, not loud enough for him to hear which you were really grateful for. You mentally slapped yourself for thinking that way.
Goddamit (n/n(nickname)) now's not the time to fangirl about this dude that is made up by your stupid brain and who just magically appeared out of nowhere...got to give him creds for music taste though...
Thats when the monster- whatever he is- squeezed your chest bringing you back to reality.
Your face heated up with anger and embarrassment as andrenaline rushed through your veins. "Y-you...YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!" You screamed at him whacking his head hard with your free hand while wrapping your legs around his gigamtic arms as you twist it and setting yourself free, landing on the ground, with the creature at your feet, feeling woozy.
The boy gaped at you, amazed at what you've done, looking at his sword and you back and forth over and over again. You noticed this and gave him a lopsided grin holding up a peace sign, before stepping on top of the monster grabbing one of his horns hard, pulling it out free and stabbing it through the creature back, making the thing dissapear in a puff of black smoke.
You started feeling dizzy and if possible, a little drunk. You stared at where the monster was before blankly, before closing your eyes and started swaying against the air. You felt your knees buckle and everything around you got darker. You sighed silently, releasing yourself from the earth's grip, letting you fall.
YOU ARE READING
IF TIME STOPS 『nico di angelo x reader』
Fanfiction"You won't leave?" "No. Never." "So you'll stay?" "Always." ----------------- disclaimer: if the first few parts are rlly cringey or bad, that's probably because i started writing this book when i was still 12 and i made very little changes to it wh...
