Will - Twenty Five

The house was nice. It was obvious that the people living here were rich. No doubt Nico wasn't lying about that bit.

However, Will found it weird that he took a picture down and put it in his pocket. Maybe it was just what he did? Who knows, maybe he'd sell it for money.

Will let out a small breath, his face heating up as the mask warmed it by his hot breath.

His gun trembled in his hands. The weapon feeling unnatural in his hands. Like it was never suppose to be there in the first place— which, in technical terms, was true.

Quickly yanking his hand up and aiming at nothing, Will started walking again.

He snuck towards a door, the wooden frame black and slightly splintered.

He then winced, opening the door slowly.

This was it.

He was gonna kill someone.

He was going to sin.

"Forgive me lord." He whispered, pushing the door all the way back.

His heart pounded in his chest.

Breathing hitched.

The room was empty.

"Huh." Will said, his heart rate slowing down. His tense muscles relaxing.

Then, a hand grabbed his waist. "Make a move and I'll kill you." The voice hissed, and knife put to his throat.

"Crap."

A/n:
OH NOOOO!! WILLLLLLLL!!!

XD

Bye.

- Bridget