Meeting the war (a Percy Jackson fanfic)Formerly called Stand by me.

Nicos POV

So, when I saw Laila, I was not happy. She was the person I was plotting against, and I had to see her right then.

She walked up to me with a big scowl on her face, and I knew I was in for it.

She slapped me, and then I knew what was happening. She was going to get answers out of me, aye? Well, she would have to get them from a different soul.

"Whatdoyouwant" I mumbled, looking at her with a death glare (pun intended).

"Answers." She said forcefully, as I rubbed my cheek.

"Laila. I dont know what your talking about." I said, glancing over my shoulder at Gary, my ghost friend.

"Oh. So you have to be all like 'eh, I'm nico, I dont have to answer my sister's questions, ehhh!' Well, you do, cause you cant hide this time, diangelo!" She yelled, Her face getting red.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Percy yelled, hitting me in the face with a burger he pulled out of his... pocket? What the... I will ask later.

Laila looked at Percy with a relieved look on her face. I bet she was happy with the distraction. Then she took a ghosts burger and threw it at me. Why am I always the target for food fights?

I walked away rather fast into a random house. That was a mistake. I got thrown out. Then annabeth started laughing hysterically. That was probably the most embarrassing being kicked out moment EVER.

I looked around, and then two cold arms grabbed my shoulders. I was being kidnapped! I kicked and screamed, but he wouldn't let go.

Then everything went black.

I woke up in a chair. A simple wooden chair. I was tied with... silly string? Who in their right mind would use something so ineffective to kidnap someone. Rope would have been much better.

I lost those thoughts when a big shadow came into view.

He had a deep voice. He said "I have brang you to this place to watch your every thought."

That's creepy. Why would he want to read my mind?

Then I heard a pretty voice. Oh. Aphrodite. Thats why. Shoot.

"Hello, Nico DiAngelo. Why are you so mad at Laila?" She said, sitting down on top of a pink stool.

"I'm not telling you anything!" I said, standing up so suddenly I got dizzy.

"Yes. You are." She said, more sternly.

"You cant make me!" I said, acting like a little boy.

Then I learned to never mess with a goddess.

She killed me.

I died. Because I wouldn't tell somthing private to a woman I barely knew. She blasted me.

My last thought was what the ****.

This will not last forever, surely. It's just a dream. But you don't die in dreams.

Oh no. I was really dead. That's just awesome. Sarcasm has been used...