Project Demigod (a Percico fanfic)

Chapter 4: Now You See Percy, Now You Don't

*gasps* TWO updates in ONE day? Wow, I must really love you guys! Anyway, I have to go finish an English project, study for a World History Quiz, practice a dance, type an essay for Spanish, takes notes over a Chemistry PowerPoint and finish Algebra 2 homework. So yeah, I must really love you guys for updating! Oh well, enjoy!

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"No please! Stop!"

"Shut it up! SHUT IT UP, THIS INSTANT!"

A white light overhead was blinding.

"Please don't! I-Who are you?!"

"Doctor, the arms –"

"Tie them down! This metal table is strong enough."

The metal was cold.

"Who are you people?! Where am I!?"

"We have to begin the tests. Before P–"

"Aaaah!"

Nico cried out but no one really heard him because he had been gagged.

He had tried not to think about being in that worst case scenario but somehow the image, so real and frightening, popped into his head.

Then again, getting kidnapped from a hotel with a bag over your head and being in a speeding car for what feels like hours only to find out you're in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, does that to a person.

His dark eyes shot all around the room like a scared hummingbird. His hands were bound tightly behind his back and his feet were tied too. He had tried earlier to get up and peek out a dirty window but he fell and the ropes and made it hard to move again.

It also didn't help that a long black rope was tying his bound wrists to the concrete wall behind him.

With an angry glare, the prince gave the locked door across the room a shaky huff.

He knew there would be guards outside, standing watch in case he did anything or anyone tried to get in. But the question was who were they guarding him for? And why?

Prince Nico was no threat to anyone and his island was so tiny, not many people even knew who he was, let alone that he was a prince.

What would they want with him?

Or worse, his kingdom?

As he furiously tried to twist around again, he heard muffled voices drifting through the air vents above him.

Two French guys and an Englishman were having a loud conversation from somewhere far away.

Nico didn't speak French but with his gift, he understood. He clambered backwards up the wall behind him as best he could and craned his neck to hear.

"...with me and I would sooner..."

"...7...it's sooner gone than..."

"Zut alors! Stef...one angel so I—"

"ENOUGH!" she heard the deep, English voice yell.

Nico flinched but there was no crown on his head to fall off his head. It had fallen off before he arrived.

He continued to listen as his heart pounded under his black suit.

He really needed some gum to chew.

"That plane...I NEED...! And if it is NOT delivered—"

"Non sir! NON—!"

That's when someone gave a bloodcurdling scream and Nico screamed behind the cloth.