Nico - Twenty Three

With his mask on, and hands concealed in a pair of black gloves, Nico hid. He breathed steadily as Will sat beside him. Both waiting for the que.

They sat in the roof in near silence. The tiles sturdy and slowly creaking. The pressure of their bodies were a little too much for the roof material.

"Did he do it yet, Nico?" Will whispered to Nico.

"No!" Nico snapped silently, "And call me Death!" He ordered.

Will sighed softly.

A few minutes past, and Jason flipped the two teens off from the bushes. "He flipped us off." Nico stated, "That's the signal!" He exclaimed, grabbing Will's wrist.

"Hey!" Will said, his wrist being yanked upwards.

Will was pulled up from the ground, and was quickly traveling behind Nico in a sprint.

"Have to be faster than that to survive Cyanide!" Nico yelled as r let go of the blonde's wrist and jumped off of the roof.

Will screamed, "I'm gonna die!" As he then jumped off the roof himself.

Nico watching him in amusement, having landed a few seconds before he jumped.

Chuckling, he started running again.

Ignoring the throb in his left ankle, and how his gun hit against his thigh.

His hands pulled the gun out, his back slamming against a wall. "Get down!" He screamed, watching as Will clumsily tumbled to the ground.

Carefully, Will army crawled to Nico.

"Listen Cyanide–" Will panted, "Nico, do I really have to do this?"

Nico sighed, partially annoyed, but at the same time sympathetic for the newest murderer.

"Yes." He answered, "And call me Death." He added, looking behind him cautiously.

"What's going on?" Will asked him.

Nico only grinned. "Come on, rich people house." He explained shortly.

If only Will knew the truth. . .

That the house they were gonna break into was his house.

And he had to kill half of his dad's staff.

. . . And maybe even him (Hades, his dad).

A/n:
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