Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Two

A/N: By the wall I am so cheating. I have like Twenty four other chapters on this book that I made on another app. So All I do is copy and paste. Either way hope you guys enjoy! Bye bye!!
Terror and Will walked out of a shake shop, called Sweet Tooth.
"I can't believe you drank three shakes," said Terror. "I could barely finish one!"
"Hehe," said Will, a mischievous smile. "What can I say? Its an Unhealthy gift."
Terror laughed.
It had been three weeks since they had first met. Will and Terror had a lot in common. They both liked games, gorging on candy, hated all schools, liked to skateboard, and they loved to write down names for their target lists.
Terror and Will stepped out of the shop into the busy city of California LA, where your hopes and dreams can come true, or be crushed like a bug.
"You know," said Will. "I've never seen you in your UnderWorld dress code suit."
"Do you want me to show you it?" asked Terror.
"Heck yeah," said Will. "I want to see if it looks as good as you say it is."
"Fine," said Terror. "I'll show you my suit."
"And if it is good," said Will. "Do you have another one?"
"Yes..."said Terror. "But I don't trust you with it."
"Oh come on," said Will. "Ill take care of it!!!"
He gave Terror the big puppy eyes. His blue eyes always got Terror.
"Fiiine," said Terror.
Yes!!" said Will. "Woohoo!!"
Terror chuckled.
Him and Will walked back to the college campus and went into the boys dorms.
They went into their room, closed and locked the door.
"So you really want to see the suit?" asked Terror, putting down his room key on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
"Yeah!" said Will sitting on the couch.
"Okay I'll be out in a second," said Terror, walking into his room.
After several minutes he came out in black, brown armor.
He had a black hood up and on his chest was a perfect sized chest plate made of titanium.
He had leather straps going around his waist and stomach holding parts of the suit to his body.
He wore black ripped jeans with a black belt. The belt buckle around his waist said DEATH.
He had a black mask covering his mouth and nose, hiding most of his face.
"Dang," said Will, sarcastically. "You look cool."
Terror crossed his arms. "What, you think you look cooler?"
"Hold on let me put on my poky nosed mask!" Mimicked Terror. "All i have is this blue hoodie and brown coat."
Will chuckled. "Okay okay, you look...acceptable."
Terror laughed. "Okay Mr. Judgmental."
Will noticed he had eight daggers, two on his hips and waist, and two on his thigh and side of his calf.
"Those are your weapons?" asked Will. "Daggers? Really?"
"Yeah," said Terror. "But I also have these."
He held up his forearms. Suddenly rune symbols glowed and with a flash, two swords appeared. One black steel with a silver handle, and the other white with a black handle.
Will looked at Terror in awe. "How did you...?"
"I carved spell runes into my arms," said Terror, plainly as if everyone scars themselves for magical swords.
"Can I see?" asked Will, standing.
Terror rolled up his sleeves, showing deep jagged scars in shapes of the rune symbols.
"Dang," said Will, walking over to get a closer look.
"Yeah," said Terror. "I did this a long time ago."
"What does it say?" asked Will.
"Thy shall cursed blade reap, blood must dripth to hilt every Waxing Gibbous," said Terror.
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Will.
"Means that these swords are cursed to take over the user unless they have a taste of blood once a week," said Terror.
"Take over the user?" Will looked at Terror. "Does that mean it takes you over and kills whatever's near?"
"Yes," said Terror.
"This wont happen, right?"asked Will, an edge in his voice. "I like being alive."
Terror chuckled. "It wont," he said. "But if it does."
He pulled out a dagger from the side if his calf. The edges of the blade were orange and burning hot.
"You stab me with this," he said, handing it to Will.
"Stab you," asked Will. "But wouldn't that kill you."
"Very much so," said Terror. "If it happens, stab me here."
He touched the side of his lower ribs. "That blade will go either into my heart of lungs."
Will looked at him. "But I wont ever need to do that."
Will put the dagger in the table by the door.
Will and Terror stood in silence looking at each other.
Finally Terror gave a light chuckle. "Why so glum hm?" he asked, walking over and putting a hand on Will's shoulder.
"You kinda remind me of someone," said Will, looking up at him. "That's a good thing."
"Heh," Terror smiled a bit.
Suddenly Will wrapped his arms around Terror, pulling him into a hug, and pressing his face into his chest.
Terror looked down at him surprised. He had never been hugged before, after all who would want to hug an assassin.
Terror hugged back. He smiled and relaxed.
After a few minutes the two pulled away.
"I've never been hugged before," Terror admitted. "Did I do it right?"
Will smiled. "You get an A+," he said.
Terror chuckled. "Im going to put some regular clothes on."
"Ok," said Will, sitting on the couch.
"Tomorrow night we get a few names off our list," said Terror, walking into his room.
"Sounds good!" called back Will.