Nico - Twenty

Will— or Cyanide, began walking along side him within a few minutes after been given a name. Nico hopes that his legs no longer ached, and that the serum he gave him fixed everything.

"Mask and costume." Nico said coldly, opening a steel door.

Will walked in, commenting as his shoes clicked against the stone floors. "It's almost like I'm a super hero. And not some murderer in training."

Nico gave a smirk. "Who said you were in training? Maybe I'll take you out and get some blood on your hands tomorrow? You'll never know."

Will gave him a brief smile, then looked at the shelves with masks. Pairs of pants lay on an abandoned bed, and shirt hung nicely on the ceiling support beams.

Will carefully looked around, making Nico curious.

With the deadly poison name, what was Will going to pick as his outfit?

A/n:
Update. Yep.

- Bridget Di Angelo