Nico - Three

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Nico muttered to himself. The stench of blood flooding the air, and the body liquids of his victims painting the walls in an elegant picture. He rolled his eyes, before shoving his (still) loaded gun in his jeans pocket.

"You can't keep leaving survivors. Especially handsome, innocent survivors. Kill all their family, all of their race, and all of them in general. All the bystanders must die. But, no-" Nico paused, his voice going high pitched to mock his mother. "Di Angelo's finish the job, Nico. You can't leave them like that!"

Sighing, Nico picked up the survivor's limp body.

His chest was rising ever so slightly, and blood was oozing from all places on his body.

Nico winced as he looked at the teen's fragile body.

"Let's get going. If I leave you here, you'll tell the police my appearances at this crummy place." Nico mumbled, managing to push the blonde's body through an open vent.

He heard a crack, wincing.

"Ooh, ouch." He commented, then continued to push the body inside.

"Put your hands up! Drop your weapon!" A familiar voice screamed.

Dad

Nico's mind thought, before slowly putting his hands up. (The body having just fell through his escape tunnel)

"Okay. Okay." Nico said, facing them.

He was glad his mask was still hiding his face. Otherwise, his father would have been aware that he was. . . His son.

You know. The crazy mass murderer guy who was called 'Death.'

Who kinda murdered his wife. And was believed to have murdered his daughter too. (His mom and sister)

"Hands in the air!" His dad— Hades, screamed at him.

"I said okay!" He shouted at him, hands in the air.

"Now put your hands behind your head, and take off your mask!" Hades growled, gun in hand.

Nico smiled, feeling his stomach growing warm from the cold adrenaline spreading through his veins.

"Okay, I'll take my mask off." He said, slowly reaching down.

But instead of pulling up his mask, his fingers laced themselves on the back of his black jacket.

Still smiling, he took out a hand grenade.

"Bye."

He threw the bomb without a second thought, quickly scrambling through the vent.

A/n:
THIRD CHAPTER!!!

- Bridget