Tw: Death/Gore?

Will's palms were warm against Nico's closed eyes and Nico grinned inwardly while Will lead him blindly through the forest.

They were both barefoot and the grass beneath them was easy to walk on, warmed by the sunlight.

A branch (or so Nico thought) snagged on his T-shirt causing him to stumble slightly and Will to let loose a small relaxed laugh.

"We're almost there Neeks" he said excitedly like a small child and Nico couldn't help feeling incredibly fond of his boyfriend.

Will's enthusiasm was seeping into Nico's cold dark demeanor and Nico couldn't help but crack an actual grin as well.

A warm breeze met his face and he breathed it in, the subtle scent of daisies filling his senses and providing him solace.

Suddenly, Will stopped walking.

Nico, thinking that they had arrived reached up to pull Will's hand away but they stayed firm.

As a matter of fact, they were tensing, as if preparing for a fight.

"We're here."

Nico froze. Something was wrong. Those two words conveyed regret and sadness and anger all in a depressing bundle of buy one get three free. He had never heard Will seem like this before in their three months of dating.

"What is it?"

Will abruptly put his hands down and Nico was met with a gruesome sight.

It was a graveyard, but not in the literal sense.

No. The more correct term would've been massacre.

Piles of flesh and bone were gathered in the clearing, obscuring Nico's vision with red as far as the eyes can see.

As far as he could tell the bodies were all brutally murdered in the same way, a series of long gashes on the neck, the stomach, the face or the chest.

Some of the closer bodies were more fresh, while the others were already half skeleton, decomposing into the soil where the worms would then feast.

He staggered backwards and accidentally rammed into Will who was still behind him and unmoving.

"What is this? Why... what?" He could barely form coherent sentences and he fought the urge to vomit.

Will didn't answer.

Nico couldn't breathe. He was having a panic attack which was expected due to the piles of dead bodies in front of him.

Will rubbed his back but it felt more like an afterthought more than anything else.

"Its a pity... I actually liked you." He whispered, his breath brushing Nico's ear and causing him to shiver.

Nico didn't understand what that meant and quickly tried to come back to his senses, reaching into his pocket instinctively.

"The police" he managed to choke out, dialing 911 "We need to call the police, Will what are you doing??"

Because now, Will had moved past Nico and was reaching behind a tree.

Nico's breath hitched in his throat as Will withdrew a wicked sharp blade, still stained with blood.

Nico took a step back and stumbled on a stray root. He didn't fall down, only merely losing his balance for a second but that was all it took for Will to come bearing down on him.

He pressed call just as the blade came towards him and the last thing he saw were Will's blue eyes. Nico yearned to find a hint that Will was still human in them but all that he saw was a deep dark emptiness, completely void of emotion.

PART 2 MAYBE (IF YOU GUYS WANT IT)