Author's Note #1 THIS SECTION CONTAINS A LOT OF CURSING. There are also like 3 line breaks before we get to the end, so be wary of that.

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"Fucking hell."

"What is it Dalton?"

"The guy's not trailing us."

"Fuck."

The duo spun on their heels, bolting towards the bathrooms as fast as they could.

They entered the bathroom carefully, wary of any possible attackers they could find inside.

The bathroom was clean; abnormally so. The mirrors were clean, not a fingerprint to be seen, and the walls were a pure cream, with no discolored specks or spots.

"This is unnerving."

"Right? It's like- Shit. I jinxed it."

Only one thing was out of place in the immaculate bathroom; a note with torn edges in a dripping sink, as if it had been tossed out carelessly.

Night night piccola morte. YOU'RE NEXT

The note seemed conflicted, with the first five words collected and clear, written by a person with neat handwriting and a clear goal, the last two words were written frantically, scrawled in a large font that covered most of the paper.

"Well shit. We need to get you back to the manor."

Nico flicked his wrist slightly, and the shadows caught some water, slipping back into his pocket as a small vial.

Jason slid his phone out of his pocket, urgently dialing a number. "Hey Grayson. You still at the car?"

A mumbled reply came through. "Okay. Grab the gloves and the bags then meet us at the north bathrooms. Soliel was taken and now we've got a crime scene on our hands."

A worried shout could be heard through the phone. "NO WE DIDN'T FIND A GODDAMMED BODY!!! Now get your ass over here so that we can inspect the place then get Dalton back to the bloody manor."

Not even two minutes later, after more discussion over the phone, Dick entered the bathroom, sporting a simple black backpack.

" First things first," he announced as he pulled out three pairs of plastic gloves. "Have either of you touched anything in here?"

"This ain't my first rodeo Dick. Of course we haven't."

"Okay. You two start recording everything and anything that you can about the situation. I'll check this place out fully."

-~~-Time Skip-~~-

"Okay. It's like 8:00 and it's been five hours since my boyfriend got kidnapped. I'm going to go sleep for the next 16 hours, and if you enter my room, I CANNOT guarantee your safety."

Nico slammed his door shut behind him, making sure to lock it securely.

After dumping his new clothes into the drawers, Nico slipped into Will's room and grabbed his medical bag.

"Okay. I've got my bag, Will's bag, the sleeping bags and pillows, and food. Now to just find where he put those godsdammed marbles."

Finding the pouch, he rifled through it before pulling out a black marble.

"I think it's this one. Or is this the Obscurus? Who knows. I'll just stab the fucker if I need too."

He smashed the marble, and a copy of his body appeared on the floor.

"Okay. Um. Falsum Corpus. You are now only to listen to orders given verbally in Italian from this point forward."

The clone slowly nodded its head in response as it rose to its feet.

"Fingere di dormire sul letto" Pretend to sleep on the bed

The clone slowly got into the bed, tucking itself under the sheets.

"Se la porta si apre entro le 72 ore successive, lancia un marmo sul petto di chiunque abbia aperto la porta. Ripetere l'operazione fino a quando la porta non viene nuovamente chiusa." If the door opens within the next 72 hours, throw a marble at the chest of whoever opened the door. Repeat until the door is closed again

Nico dropped a bag of marbles by the head of the body, leaving them for later.

Checking one last time to make sure that nothing would be set off, he grabbed his bags and jumped out the window, dashing off into the night.

Someplace deep in the forest, a small figure sat perched in the tree branches, miles away from other life.

"Hey Percy. You know how I said that I would be on a confidential quest and to not disturb me unless someone's going to die?"

Faint mummers of agreement could be heard. "Well, Will got kidnapped and I need someone to be here to pull damage control before I end up leveling the city."

The other end of the call abruptly cut off.

"I hope you're ready to play with fire, cause there's nothing holding me back."

Word Count: 743

Published 5/12/2020

—————...Author's Note #2...—————

Okay. Firstly, things of note.

1. Anything italicized after Italian is the English translation. I translated the phrases to Italian with Google, so please tell me if something is wrong.

2. I know that the villain is OOC, but he has a special backstory that will explain this. (I think I made it fairly obvious who the villain is? Hopefully?)

3. The marbles are absolutely spells in marble form.

5. Falsum Corpus is Latin for fake body. It is literally just a fleshy robot that takes orders and imitates people.

Since that's over, it is now time for me to panic about my European History AP test that I have tomorrow that I am absolutely not prepared for.

Bye, and good luck to anyone else taking AP tests soon!

-Kat