Hiding Behind A Mask
Intro
The moon cascades over the dark alleyway as young little Becca tries to adjust her mask. She had just recently been given her first one. It’s not as large as the adults, what with it just barely covering her cheeks, but soon it will be. As her burdens and life piles on top of her, her mask shall get bigger and cover more of her shameful face.
She doesn’t see the dark shadow slowly slinking behind her. His face is completely covered by a black mask, symbolizing him as being in the Dark Clan.
He wears a cloak that swirls around him as the frigid air bites at his figure, watching and waiting for something to happen to her.
He knows her. He always has, ever since she was a baby. Since she was Maskless.
His footsteps fall lightly as Becca busies herself with her mask again. Suddenly, she stops and pulls at the strings that hold it to her head.
“I hate this!” she shouts as the mask she’s never allowed to take off falls to the cement.
Suddenly a black-gloved hand is on her and shaking her wildly.
“What have you done?” the strange masked man cries from behind the plastic. “Put it back on!”
Frightened, Becca turns and tries to run away, but the man in the mask holds onto her, his hand cutting off her circulation.
“Put it back on!” he screams. “Put it back on, Becca!”
Tears fall from her eyes as the fear inside explodes outward. The man hastily picks up the mask and shoves it onto her face. Becca cries out in pain as he shouts at her again.
Suddenly, he stops yelling and takes a step back, still holding on to her wrist.
“Oh,” he says softly, sweetly. “That’s better.”
The masked man turns and walks away from the terrified little girl.
She doesn’t see the dark shadow slowly slinking behind her. His face is completely covered by a black mask, symbolizing him as being in the Dark Clan.
He wears a cloak that swirls around him as the frigid air bites at his figure, watching and waiting for something to happen to her.
He knows her. He always has, ever since she was a baby. Since she was Maskless.
His footsteps fall lightly as Becca busies herself with her mask again. Suddenly, she stops and pulls at the strings that hold it to her head.
“I hate this!” she shouts as the mask she’s never allowed to take off falls to the cement.
Suddenly a black-gloved hand is on her and shaking her wildly.
“What have you done?” the strange masked man cries from behind the plastic. “Put it back on!”
Frightened, Becca turns and tries to run away, but the man in the mask holds onto her, his hand cutting off her circulation.
“Put it back on!” he screams. “Put it back on, Becca!”
Tears fall from her eyes as the fear inside explodes outward. The man hastily picks up the mask and shoves it onto her face. Becca cries out in pain as he shouts at her again.
Suddenly, he stops yelling and takes a step back, still holding on to her wrist.
“Oh,” he says softly, sweetly. “That’s better.”
The masked man turns and walks away from the terrified little girl.
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