Will - Four

When Will woke up, he was warm. His body felt stiff, and his face seemed to be injected with (what seemed like) 20 tons of Botox.

Groaning, he tried to lift his arm to get him up.

He froze, feeling a stuffy, hot material on his forearm.

"Cast?" He spoke aloud, his voice scratchy. His mouth having a bad taste to it, and it being drier than the Sahara Desert.

"You're awake." A voice said, making Will's head turn quickly.

A pale, masked face with dark eyes, and a darker choice in fashion stood in the doorway. He looked like some kind of first-coldplayer type of ninja.

Maybe like that one dude in Highschool that everyone thought would summon Satan to take their soul if they befriended him.

"Who are you?" Will asked, struggling to sit up.

The pale boy sighed, walking towards him.

Wills eyes widened, and he tried to back away. With his injured body. In bed. Under some nice covers.

"Name's Nico." He introduced, placing his hand under Will's back gently. Will bit his lip, looking up. Blushing, he replied.

"W-Will."

Nico gave a pitiful smile.

"Welcome to my life Will. Where the only escape is to die. And I didn't think you'd like dying. So, um. . . Hi. I'm a bad guy."

Will looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"They call me Death-" But before the masked boy could finish, his witness interrupted him.

"YOU'RE THAT MASS MURDERER?!"

The boy then chuckled, pulling down his mask to reveal dark brown eyes, pale cheeks, and a nest of rich, black curls.

"They call me Death." He repeated, pausing for a moment to flash a grin. "But yeah. I guess I am 'that mass murderer'."

Will fainted.

He ligit. Just. Fainted.

A/n:
HIIIII!!!

Any of you watch Voltron? I'm only on the second season, BUT ITS SO GOOOOOOD!!!! LIKE. OMG. YAS.

PIDGE IS MY FAV

SHIRO IS SO CUTE

KEITH IS LIKE A SPACE NICO

AND FREAKING LANCE IS KEITH'S SOULMATE.

Oh yes. HUNK IS A BIG BALL OF FLUFF!!!

YAYAYA!!!

Bye.

- Bridget