The Masked One
Another Normal Day
AJ's POV
There he was coming towards me, closer and closer. All I could see was him in a ghost mask, one of the many from his collection. I hope he can't see me, I hope he has senses like a dinosaur. But no he's not, he doesn't he has seen me I have been spotted. Coming closer and closer until his hard, cold, unpleasant hands grabbed my wrists. He put me on to his shoulder and started to carry me up the stairs to the rest of the house until we reached his bathroom he threw me onto the cold, spotted, hard floor. I grabbed the back of my head and looked at my hand, blood was all that I saw, blood I hate the sight of blood ever since the death's I seen. “clean yourself up and come into my room when your done, if you think about running I'll shoot ye down as soon as the wind blows” he said. My head pounding like an alarm, I nodded at him, instantly regretting it as my head started to throb like mad.
I started to clean up the back of my head and bandage it up, I washed my whole body with splashes of warm water, I'm not used to heat at all! I cleaned myself up like I was told and walked to the masked one's bedroom and as I walked there he was at the door frame with a shotgun loaded. Is he going to kill me? Maybe he will finally end my suffering by killing me here and now. I don't have anything to live for, if he killed me I wouldn't care, no one else would care, no one would notice, my records are here in the house and I've been erased from the computer, I am nobody.
He grabbed me and chucked me on the bed at least it was softer than my hard floor. Wait...where is my wire? Did he take it off when I was asleep? No, I would have woken up. He slams the door shut and presses himself upon me like I was a rag-doll, not that this was unusual, but he never brought me up from the basement, NEVER. As he kept on at me, I sat there being as useless as ever, letting him do what he wanted to me as per usual, it bothers me so much sometimes I would kill myself if I could. When he was done with me he spoke, “Stay here and wait for me” he walked out of the room with dark blue sheet around his bottom half still wearing his mask. I sat there in disgust with myself, knowing I could do something. The Masked One walked back in but fully dressed head to toe, no skin showing at all. This is my chance to do it, this is my chance to be free.
He picked me up from the soft, blue, comfy bed and lifted me into his arms. As soon as I could I picked up my hand and whacked him in the throat causing him to choke, and drop me to the ground, I quickly grabbed the folder with my information and ran towards the door but not before I dropped to the ground, he shot me. Right in the heart, I could feel all the pain, I could see my aunt and uncle staring at me with such shame as if I broke their hearts, looks with pain and suffering, looks with guilt and anger. That pained me the most knowing that they felt disappointed in me that I haven't done anything to save myself until now, but now that I've failed them even more by getting shot by their murderer and my kidnapper. I'm such a failure I deserve to die. But I'm not happy I am dying. The Masked Man came up to me on the cold, hard ground along with my aunt and uncle and laughed at me, all 3 of them laughing at me. Then my uncle lifted his foot and was about to crush my head with his foot(or kerb stomp me), I just closed my eyes.
~End of Dream~
I woke up silently, edging on a scream for dear life. I couldn't go on any longer, I needed out NOW! As I got up of this concrete bed(floor) I skimmed my left leg against my right, causing scratches across my leg. I winced a little but quietly, so I wouldn't wake up the man. I walked into the bathroom and splashed my leg and rinsed my head and body with the coldness making my body shiver. All of a sudden the man came down, this is very unusual, he never comes down at this time like never! This is the first time this has ever happened. I am scared for my life right now! But, I will go through with my plan today, I have to or I may end up like in my dream! Not good, and not what I want to happen! I needed to have my freedom, before it is too late! But where will I go? And who will believe me? He has all my records and files, I'm deleted from the world of technology.
He came down the stairs and came towards me with a knife and an already bloody towel. Is this from his last victim? Am I not the only one he's done this too? Was there someone or people before me? Wait, I remember seeing it the day he killed my aunt and uncle, not a good memory! A tear was on the edge of slipping out, but I blinked it away quickly from the thought. Plus I certainly do NOT want my blood on that rag. The masked one crept up closer and closer to me, starting to raise his arm with the knife in it. “Now, you do as I say before I kill yah! YOU HERE ME!?” he shouted at me, I simply nodded and held back the tears that threatened to spill, from my already watery eyes. He grabbed me by my hair and started to bring my head closer and closer to his head, he crashed his lips to me and started to kiss me intensely. All I could do was try and pull myself up from him so the pain from my head would decrease and lighten. He then pulled himself away and grabbed my wrists picking me up from the ground onto my feet and throwing me across the room, into the cold, concrete wall.
He walked slowly up to me and held the knife to my neck, and whispered into my ear, “Now, Jay, I will rape you and then kill you with my precious knife” he brought himself against me pressing me against the wall, he seems to like his knife more than anything not letting go of it, he started banging my head against the wall every few seconds, which hurt ALOT! As soon as he started to tug on my ripped, Jean short shorts, their was a loud thump on the door, upstairs. “what now?” he mumbled dropping the knife, leaving me their in the middle of the wall, against the far side of the room. “what? I didn't do anything! I haven't been selling this fake sh..” he started then I heard another man or woman? With a Russian accent? Shout at him this, “we know it was you! We have proof and we have our sources with the truth!” “I don't know what your talking about” he said. This is my chance! Finally I can leave this horrid place, the people and the masked one are in the kitchen, I know by the footsteps I can hear. I can break free while they are sorting whatever out! How? How can I get the rope gone? The knife!! I'll cut the rope and be free! I'll finally be free from this nightmare of a life! Finally!!
I grabbed the knife quickly but quietly, so no one could hear me. I'm guessing the two other people upstairs didn't know I was here? Who knows? As I grabbed for his 'precious' knife I thought my future was bright, a smile creeped upon my face as I knew that this was my destiny, yes I guess I thought I could kill myself right now and not let him have the satisfaction of doing it himself, but no! My life is more than death, it will be more than death! I started to cut the rope around my ankle, cutting the hardened glue that has been picked at since I was 9, surprisingly it was quite thin. It was easy to cut through and didn't take long to slice through, but every now and then I heard a shout, a scream and I punch or two which caused me to stop but not for long. The glue was off, all was left was to untie the knot and I'd be free to run! I quickly untied the knot, it was so easy! I'm guessing he didn't know how to tie a proper knot by the way it was tied, good thing for him that he glued it I guess. I was untied, I could go anywhere I wanted! Brilliant(brilLiam, what couldn't help myself!) finally!
I started to tip-toe up the old, wooden, brown stairs until I reached the top, the soft, warm, carpeted floor, it was amazing! I seen that the masked one was in the kitchen tied to a chair and being tortured by a man and a woman the door was only open a smidge that I could see. I spotted my files in a box in the corner of the house outside the door. Why would he leave them there? He's such a tool, and not very smart! I went towards the door and snatched my files from the box and opened the door the warm air hit me like the man had hit me before, only this was nice, relaxing, warmth against my face. I stepped out of the house, I haven't been outside in years! Literally! I turned around and stared at the house for about a second or two, when I noticed the man look around, funny enough he was still in his mask.
He was bound to have seen me. I took off running down the path and towards a huge building, it has to be safe right? I ran as fast as I could into this huge building called 'The Grace Hotel' what's a hotel? I hope they don't mind me coming in here. I didn't know what to do, then I seen some people walk into a gold box type thing, I've been in one of these before eh.. elevators I think? I walked over into one, it wasn't crowded with people infact there was only an old man in a red uniform there and he was looking at me, “What floor ma'am?” he asked so politely and he had an accent, different from the masked man's voice, as soon as I thought of him, he walked in through the door and I quickly leaped forward and pressed a button for floor 74 I think? I'm only guessing that is what it takes you up to. As soon as the doors start to close, he sees me and I hide in the corner.
The uniformed man looked confused, I guess I would be to if I seen a girl, with a bloody head, tear stains, a wire wrapped around the leg. My wire! I totally forgot about it!! I didn't know what to do but stand there quite awkwardly with him couldn't tell him! I haven't got a voice anymore to tell him. The doors opened, “Enjoy your stay here at The Grace” he said, I simply just nodded and walked out, I wondered around the floor until I seen a door with the number 374 on it, I liked the number 74 and before I was taken, it was the three of us as a family, me, my aunt and my uncle. The three musketeers, we used to call each other that. I walked to the door and tried opening the door but it was locked. I seen a pin/clip of some sort, I guess I could try to use this to get it. I've seen the man do this one time, when I was younger only he used a paper-clip. This should work as well...Right? I unfolded the clip(bobby pin) and started to fidget it in the lock until the door opened. Success!! Perfect! I walked in and I seen a couple of bags and a messy bed, did someone live here? As soon as I was about to tidy up the door handle started to move. Someone was coming in, what will I do? Who is it? Is it the masked man? Please don't let it be. I started for a door not so far from the bed, I walked in to the room, it was an en suite, l quickly hopped into the clean, sparkling, shining white bath tub and pulled the cover thingy around and sat there as quiet as I could just hoping no one would find me, hear me, or kill me. As soon as I the door opened a guys voice rang through the room, not only one voice but two with both different accents as the old man in the lift, and different than each other, who are they? I started to cry silently as they started to talk and I heard one mumbling, then everything went quiet and then they started to talk again, then one came into the bathroom and I sat there sobbing into my legs and being so scared for my life!
There he was coming towards me, closer and closer. All I could see was him in a ghost mask, one of the many from his collection. I hope he can't see me, I hope he has senses like a dinosaur. But no he's not, he doesn't he has seen me I have been spotted. Coming closer and closer until his hard, cold, unpleasant hands grabbed my wrists. He put me on to his shoulder and started to carry me up the stairs to the rest of the house until we reached his bathroom he threw me onto the cold, spotted, hard floor. I grabbed the back of my head and looked at my hand, blood was all that I saw, blood I hate the sight of blood ever since the death's I seen. “clean yourself up and come into my room when your done, if you think about running I'll shoot ye down as soon as the wind blows” he said. My head pounding like an alarm, I nodded at him, instantly regretting it as my head started to throb like mad.
I started to clean up the back of my head and bandage it up, I washed my whole body with splashes of warm water, I'm not used to heat at all! I cleaned myself up like I was told and walked to the masked one's bedroom and as I walked there he was at the door frame with a shotgun loaded. Is he going to kill me? Maybe he will finally end my suffering by killing me here and now. I don't have anything to live for, if he killed me I wouldn't care, no one else would care, no one would notice, my records are here in the house and I've been erased from the computer, I am nobody.
He grabbed me and chucked me on the bed at least it was softer than my hard floor. Wait...where is my wire? Did he take it off when I was asleep? No, I would have woken up. He slams the door shut and presses himself upon me like I was a rag-doll, not that this was unusual, but he never brought me up from the basement, NEVER. As he kept on at me, I sat there being as useless as ever, letting him do what he wanted to me as per usual, it bothers me so much sometimes I would kill myself if I could. When he was done with me he spoke, “Stay here and wait for me” he walked out of the room with dark blue sheet around his bottom half still wearing his mask. I sat there in disgust with myself, knowing I could do something. The Masked One walked back in but fully dressed head to toe, no skin showing at all. This is my chance to do it, this is my chance to be free.
He picked me up from the soft, blue, comfy bed and lifted me into his arms. As soon as I could I picked up my hand and whacked him in the throat causing him to choke, and drop me to the ground, I quickly grabbed the folder with my information and ran towards the door but not before I dropped to the ground, he shot me. Right in the heart, I could feel all the pain, I could see my aunt and uncle staring at me with such shame as if I broke their hearts, looks with pain and suffering, looks with guilt and anger. That pained me the most knowing that they felt disappointed in me that I haven't done anything to save myself until now, but now that I've failed them even more by getting shot by their murderer and my kidnapper. I'm such a failure I deserve to die. But I'm not happy I am dying. The Masked Man came up to me on the cold, hard ground along with my aunt and uncle and laughed at me, all 3 of them laughing at me. Then my uncle lifted his foot and was about to crush my head with his foot(or kerb stomp me), I just closed my eyes.
~End of Dream~
I woke up silently, edging on a scream for dear life. I couldn't go on any longer, I needed out NOW! As I got up of this concrete bed(floor) I skimmed my left leg against my right, causing scratches across my leg. I winced a little but quietly, so I wouldn't wake up the man. I walked into the bathroom and splashed my leg and rinsed my head and body with the coldness making my body shiver. All of a sudden the man came down, this is very unusual, he never comes down at this time like never! This is the first time this has ever happened. I am scared for my life right now! But, I will go through with my plan today, I have to or I may end up like in my dream! Not good, and not what I want to happen! I needed to have my freedom, before it is too late! But where will I go? And who will believe me? He has all my records and files, I'm deleted from the world of technology.
He came down the stairs and came towards me with a knife and an already bloody towel. Is this from his last victim? Am I not the only one he's done this too? Was there someone or people before me? Wait, I remember seeing it the day he killed my aunt and uncle, not a good memory! A tear was on the edge of slipping out, but I blinked it away quickly from the thought. Plus I certainly do NOT want my blood on that rag. The masked one crept up closer and closer to me, starting to raise his arm with the knife in it. “Now, you do as I say before I kill yah! YOU HERE ME!?” he shouted at me, I simply nodded and held back the tears that threatened to spill, from my already watery eyes. He grabbed me by my hair and started to bring my head closer and closer to his head, he crashed his lips to me and started to kiss me intensely. All I could do was try and pull myself up from him so the pain from my head would decrease and lighten. He then pulled himself away and grabbed my wrists picking me up from the ground onto my feet and throwing me across the room, into the cold, concrete wall.
He walked slowly up to me and held the knife to my neck, and whispered into my ear, “Now, Jay, I will rape you and then kill you with my precious knife” he brought himself against me pressing me against the wall, he seems to like his knife more than anything not letting go of it, he started banging my head against the wall every few seconds, which hurt ALOT! As soon as he started to tug on my ripped, Jean short shorts, their was a loud thump on the door, upstairs. “what now?” he mumbled dropping the knife, leaving me their in the middle of the wall, against the far side of the room. “what? I didn't do anything! I haven't been selling this fake sh..” he started then I heard another man or woman? With a Russian accent? Shout at him this, “we know it was you! We have proof and we have our sources with the truth!” “I don't know what your talking about” he said. This is my chance! Finally I can leave this horrid place, the people and the masked one are in the kitchen, I know by the footsteps I can hear. I can break free while they are sorting whatever out! How? How can I get the rope gone? The knife!! I'll cut the rope and be free! I'll finally be free from this nightmare of a life! Finally!!
I grabbed the knife quickly but quietly, so no one could hear me. I'm guessing the two other people upstairs didn't know I was here? Who knows? As I grabbed for his 'precious' knife I thought my future was bright, a smile creeped upon my face as I knew that this was my destiny, yes I guess I thought I could kill myself right now and not let him have the satisfaction of doing it himself, but no! My life is more than death, it will be more than death! I started to cut the rope around my ankle, cutting the hardened glue that has been picked at since I was 9, surprisingly it was quite thin. It was easy to cut through and didn't take long to slice through, but every now and then I heard a shout, a scream and I punch or two which caused me to stop but not for long. The glue was off, all was left was to untie the knot and I'd be free to run! I quickly untied the knot, it was so easy! I'm guessing he didn't know how to tie a proper knot by the way it was tied, good thing for him that he glued it I guess. I was untied, I could go anywhere I wanted! Brilliant(brilLiam, what couldn't help myself!) finally!
I started to tip-toe up the old, wooden, brown stairs until I reached the top, the soft, warm, carpeted floor, it was amazing! I seen that the masked one was in the kitchen tied to a chair and being tortured by a man and a woman the door was only open a smidge that I could see. I spotted my files in a box in the corner of the house outside the door. Why would he leave them there? He's such a tool, and not very smart! I went towards the door and snatched my files from the box and opened the door the warm air hit me like the man had hit me before, only this was nice, relaxing, warmth against my face. I stepped out of the house, I haven't been outside in years! Literally! I turned around and stared at the house for about a second or two, when I noticed the man look around, funny enough he was still in his mask.
He was bound to have seen me. I took off running down the path and towards a huge building, it has to be safe right? I ran as fast as I could into this huge building called 'The Grace Hotel' what's a hotel? I hope they don't mind me coming in here. I didn't know what to do, then I seen some people walk into a gold box type thing, I've been in one of these before eh.. elevators I think? I walked over into one, it wasn't crowded with people infact there was only an old man in a red uniform there and he was looking at me, “What floor ma'am?” he asked so politely and he had an accent, different from the masked man's voice, as soon as I thought of him, he walked in through the door and I quickly leaped forward and pressed a button for floor 74 I think? I'm only guessing that is what it takes you up to. As soon as the doors start to close, he sees me and I hide in the corner.
The uniformed man looked confused, I guess I would be to if I seen a girl, with a bloody head, tear stains, a wire wrapped around the leg. My wire! I totally forgot about it!! I didn't know what to do but stand there quite awkwardly with him couldn't tell him! I haven't got a voice anymore to tell him. The doors opened, “Enjoy your stay here at The Grace” he said, I simply just nodded and walked out, I wondered around the floor until I seen a door with the number 374 on it, I liked the number 74 and before I was taken, it was the three of us as a family, me, my aunt and my uncle. The three musketeers, we used to call each other that. I walked to the door and tried opening the door but it was locked. I seen a pin/clip of some sort, I guess I could try to use this to get it. I've seen the man do this one time, when I was younger only he used a paper-clip. This should work as well...Right? I unfolded the clip(bobby pin) and started to fidget it in the lock until the door opened. Success!! Perfect! I walked in and I seen a couple of bags and a messy bed, did someone live here? As soon as I was about to tidy up the door handle started to move. Someone was coming in, what will I do? Who is it? Is it the masked man? Please don't let it be. I started for a door not so far from the bed, I walked in to the room, it was an en suite, l quickly hopped into the clean, sparkling, shining white bath tub and pulled the cover thingy around and sat there as quiet as I could just hoping no one would find me, hear me, or kill me. As soon as I the door opened a guys voice rang through the room, not only one voice but two with both different accents as the old man in the lift, and different than each other, who are they? I started to cry silently as they started to talk and I heard one mumbling, then everything went quiet and then they started to talk again, then one came into the bathroom and I sat there sobbing into my legs and being so scared for my life!
Notes
heey guys! so yeah, havent updated in a while infact, i havent updated any in a while :/ been sooo busy lately!!! so sorry bout that, but anyway here it goes!!Byee Petals!!
~Amy<3 x
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4/24/15