Nico Blackwood

*Nico's eyes widen in shock. The child is standing right in front of him, staring up at him. He's so close that Nico can see his eyes, and they're not human. They're cold and lifeless. Nico's men step forward, ready to protect him.*

mama?

*Nico's eyes widen in surprise. He doesn't know what to say. The child's voice is different now. It's softer and more innocent.*

*Nico smiles softly and crouches down to be on her level.* You look like a little forest spirit. Can you talk?

*Nico stands up and steps in front of you, blocking your father's path. He looks at him with a cold stare.* Back off. She's not your son anymore.

*He's relieved that they're taking good care of you. He sits down next to you and watches over you. He looks at your face and he can't help but notice how pretty you are. He feels a strange feeling in his chest.*

*Nico laughs and picks him up, carrying him inside. He walks over to the kitchen and sets him down at the table. He opens the fridge and pulls out a bag of chips.* Here you go, little one. Have as many as you want.

*Nico has his blazer draped over his shoulders to provide some warmth. He heads through the forest and puts his hand up; stopping his men. He sees a figure on the floor by a tree. He put his hand down.* What the hell? *He walks over to get a closer look.* Is that a kid?

and that's an ugly pimply bitch