Noah, a fourteen year old shy boy, who was skinny and short for his age, swung slowly on the swing in the park. His hands tightly held on to the chains, his messy brown hair hung over his eyes as he bowed his head down. His eyes not focusing as he kicked the ground with his scuffed up converse. Noah hadn't real planned anything as he was sent out of the house, his mother made him, not wanting him just staying in all summer wasn't right. She wanted her son to go out, make some friends and smile when someone talked to him – if he even built some courage to do so.

But, in Noah's mind, there wasn't anything wrong in staying indoors. He actually preferred it, than actually being out door. He was more of an indoors person than an outdoors person. Also, where he lived, New York, not too far in to the bad parts but in the middle, so he was close to a good school and not so close to the weird looking people. But, he did live near some bullies, so, keeping his head down, in the part was a good idea for him. As he just moved from England, so they made fun of his accents, doing stupid impressions of his accents, drinking imaginary tea and sticking their pinkie out, saying how wonderful it is today and should they play a spot of cricket. So staying indoors sounded like a good idea to him.

Around him, kids his ages, and from his class, chased after each other, laughing and screaming in delight. However, as for him, he was the new quiet kid in class who no-one really recognized.

Then came a high pitched voice doing a rubbish English accent, leered. "Oh, how is it ol' chaps? It's are fellow friend, Noah Reid!" said a beefy tall boy, called Marcus Hanns. His gang of two friends standing beside him.

Noah didn't look up. Trying to concentrate on what homework he had to do for tonight.

The fake English accent dropped, and came a sneering one. "Come on, Reid. We're only messing!" he laughed, his friends beside him laughing along with him. "Come on, just this last time!" he said, "Say," his voice changed back into a terrible English accent, "'Bloody hell!'"

Noah glared up, his hands gripping on the chains. "No." he warned.

The glint in Marcus's eye darkened, and stepped forwards to Noah. "Or are you just a chicken?"

A chicken is more of a hero than you would ever be, Noah instantly thought. Yes, he was sure of it and half of the class would agree, but he would never say it to Marcus's face, or'll he'd get a pounding from him.

He decided against it. He didn't answer back, just kept glaring back at the Bully.

Nico kicked the bottom of his trainers on the pavement as he walked. His head was bowed, hands stuffed in pockets and his body just able to make him melt into the shadows. He wasn't in the mood today. He just wanted to get somewhere quiet and where no-one was around.

He'd been hanging round New York for the past couple of weeks. Just walking along, keeping his head down, and keeping out of fights and out of the way of Monsters. Being the Son of Hades, that's a hard job as they kept jumping out at every corner. However, it did give him a thrill. All the buzz that ran through his veins as it happened. Although, he had been exploring, going to different countries. Looking for information about his mother, just wanting to remember the vague image that he used to have when he was a kid. Just wanting to remember the smell of perfume that lingered in his nose.

Nico sat down. He'd ended up in a loose park somewhere where it was completely empty. He was supposed that it was even empty; he'd seen this park overflowing with kids and adults. Although, it was going to the evening, do that did explain it.

After a while, the clanging of the metal gate made Nico snap his head up. It was a boy, skinny, short and had a mop of brown hair that hung just over his eyes. He didn't care, neither did that kid. But Nico was sat on a bench, under tree that was casting a shadow, which was covering him. Blending into shadows was his special talent.

Watching the kid that just came in, who just went to the single swing and sat down wasn't that interesting. Just some other kid, nothing different.

More kids kept streaming in, laughing, chasing each other and just plain being annoying for Nico's taste. He'd just stood up as he spotted three chunky looking boys entered the park. Nico had seen them about, pushing younger kids around, scaring them and just being plain idiots.

He watched them. Nico didn't know why, but he did. He watched the beefy looking three boys cross the park towards the boy that came in first. The boys barked out laughing, nodding to them self's as the taller kid, who must be the leader of the pack began doing a terrible English accent. Nico just been to England, and he knew that they didn't speak like that.

Nevertheless, he kept watching.

Marcus glared at Noah, his hands curling into fists and his face scrunching up in anger. "What?" he spat at Noah, sending spit along with it.

Noah cringed, but slowly lifted his right hand off the chain of the swing and whipped off, with the back of his sleeve of his jacket, the spit that flew off Marcus. "I said, no." He repeated, but more bitter this time.

"Listen here, posh boy-"

I wouldn't call myself posh, Noah thought to his self. Sure, he had money, his parents had good jobs, but he wouldn't call his self posh. But Noah kept listen to what Marcus had to say.

"—you will do what I say, got it?" he ordered.

"Why?" Noah found his self asking without thinking. Why did he have to say that? Other than that, yeah, fine. But he shouldn't have said that.

Fire burned in the bullies eyes; you could just smell the fury off him. A fist raised, Noah prepared for his doom – holding tight on the chains of the swing and crushing his eyelids shut, the anticipation building up inside him, just wanting to get it over with. Sure, he didn't want a punching, but he couldn't really defend his self against Marcus Hanns, a beefy, tall bully who thought the world spun around him.

Marcus darted his fist, directed at Noah's nose – but suddenly froze, Noah flinching, knowing it would happen soon. However, when Noah opened his eyes, he thought he was dreaming, well, it was sort of a dream, just a dream that would never happen to him.

A boy, younger than Marcus, that only reached his shoulders but could defend his self just by a glance, held a short, black knife to his neck. The boy looked about fourteen, shaggy black hair, pale skin, loose dark clothing and dark marks under his eyes which meant that he didn't sleep much. The two minions beside Marcus had disappeared, although, to Noah's right, they were knocked out.

Noah swallowed, his eyes wide at the boy who actually saved his life. Frightened, scared and terrified of what could have happened, the boy who held Marcus whispered something into his ear, the nervous look on his face turned into more terror-like face and the fist dropped. The boy quickly yanked back (Marcus escaped at this point) his knife back into his holder that was on his waist, turned on his heel and stalked off.

I was bored with the whole, Nico/CrazyFanGirl-from hell act, so I thought, stuff it. How about a regular day, with a regular boy trying to live his life and that Nico just happens to be bored out his brains.

Oh yeah, this is the first time I've actually written Nico, so I hope I didn't make him OOC. Tell me if I have.