Cyanide wasn't exactly forced to go outside today(more like the dead of night). No. He has left a crudely written note about how he needs to go out more when it was his turn. They were all vigilantes, after all, they were supposed to save people(being a hero isn't an option anymore).
So he hesitantly unlocked their heavy metal door and pushed it open, feeling the cool night air hit his face. A bit of purple air left his mouth as he sneaked into the night.
He really wanted to trade in his hours for another time, like Friday morning when they studied anatomy(that was his favorite). But he couldn't. Shouldn't, as now is mourning time and he's the best at mourning time.
The familiar patch of strangely beautiful wildflowers came into view. That was their mother's grave. It was buried way deep into the forest bordering the city. Cyanide made sure to bring special flowers he made with his blood to it every time.
His blood made weird plants grow due to the clashing poisons that both help and hurt the plant. Eventually, they developed properties to help overcome his blood. This time, he had a pink flower with orange tips. It had two short tendrils sticking out of its center holding two red ball-shaped buds carrying deadly poison. This one was one of his favorites, it was really pretty.
He sat it next to the large sharp rock with her name carved into it. The moon shined perfectly onto the headstone, making the jewels on it twinkle. Salty tears fell from Cyanide's eyes as he started, feeding the strange flowers. He stood and left not soon after.
He wandered the streets again, doing his part as a vigilante. His time was running short anyway, there was no way he'd run into trouble. Is what he thought until he heard a muffled scream moments before the sun rises.
His body moved on its own, which wouldn't be impossible but unlikely, and before he knew it, he was several alleys in and witnessing an assault. He freaked.
"Control yourself!" He thought. He was struggling to breathe, and the choking noises his throat was making attracted the attention of the bad guy.
"Well look who come around!" The guy flexed his muscles, "I've heard of you, you're that kid that goes by the name of Kagutsuchi, right? You burned down our base last Wednesday."
He came closer, flexing more muscles, and gaining a smug look at the flinches of Cyanide. The victim was long gone by now.
"Please stay back sir! I-I c-can't..." But it was too late.
He already had dropped, dead, on the ground.
