After seeing him like that, last thing Night wanted was to make him angry. "Yes... we are friends." He said. He didn't mind all of the corpsesa nd blood in there, but he wasa fraid of him and what coyld he do.
"I'm in," said Circuit, more out of sympathy for Mason than fear, "After all, that's what friends are for!"
Crimson nodded before noticing the briefcase. "We're done here, we just need to dump the suitcase in the dumpster outside and we can be on our way."
Night nodded. "Alright." He said. He went to the place they had to leav it, placed it in the dumpster they were aksed to and went back with them. "It is done."
Once everything was done, each of the students returned home for the night. They had just killed people, which could be something that wouldn't rest easy on their minds. They wouldn't see each other until the next day of school tomorrow.
Night went back to his home. This was not the first time he killed someone, but he didn't knew if they were innocent or not. That was the obly thing he was worried of. He saw the faces of the ones they were there when they got the cookie box and remwmbered they were from school. He surly would see them the next day. He went to bed to rest and ge ready for tomorrow.
As Circuit returned to his apartment, he couldn't help but feel restless. He had killed people. Actually, literally, forced them to die. He was not happy about it in the slightest. How he was going to tell his girlfriend, no, scratch that, IF he was going to tell his girlfriend... That was the biggest question he had on his mind. "Dash, I'm home," he said as he opened the door.
Crimson walked through the door, trying not to remember the details of what he was forced to do. How he was forced to kill people. How he used a baseball bat and smashed skulls. Nobody seemed to be home, so he went straight to his bedroom. Today ruined his appetite, he'd seen enough for one day. He went to close his eyes on the bed and went to sleep. That's when in his dreams, three figures in animal masks would come to him.... -------------------------- Emerald didn't say anything when he got home, he went straight downstairs and went to his science lab to experiment. This always made him happy, he needed something to take his mind off what just happened.
Mute went home, keeping her mask and bat hidden from her aunt as she hurried into her room. The thought of murder didn't bother her too much. It actually felt somewhat cathartic... Still, she can't keep killing people she thought to herself. She simply sat in her room, practicing with some of the instruments around her, only leaving to help her aunt.
Something happened inside the dream, a dream from which Crimson couldn't escape from. He was stuck inside of a dusty hallway, which compelled him to move towards a door. Once opened, he discovered something. Three people in the one room, sitting on leather chairs that looked at the teen who walked through the door. One of them had a rooster mask and wore a Letterman jacket, the next one wore a horse mask and a dress. The last one wore an Owl mask with a very well designed suit. Crimson didn't express any emotion at the scene, but the results of what he soon found were terrifying to say at least. He felt like that these people....were representations of himself. "And who do we have here...Oh, you don't know who you are? Maybe we should leave it that way?" Don Juan, the lady with the horse mask spoke with a soft soothing voice that sounded like an angels harmonica, a motherly voice that could unlock the doors to a mans soul. "But I know you. Look at my face, we have met before...haven't we? Richard, the man in the rooster mask spoke next in a much more sinister tone of voice. "I DONT KNOW YOU!" The man in the owl man spoke, Rasmus, said in an aggressive tone. "Why are you here? You're no guest of mine!" "Do you really want me to reveal who you are? As of lately, you've done some terrible things." "I was forced to do it." Crimson told the mysterious strangers. "Nothing more and nothing less. I had to kill those people" "Does April 3rd mean anything to you? I believe that this is the day of our first encounter. You look like you might be remembering something. "That was today" Crimson said to Richard. "Just...what are you doing to me?"
As the next morning rolled around, Mute got up early and headed to school. She avoided most of the other people that got there early, hiding her mask and bat in her locker before heading back to the band room.
Crimson's morning didn't go well. The vision he had last night felt unlike then anything he had ever experienced. It was real, and it wasn't at the same time. Crimson woke up in cold sweat, and found it hard to concentrate when he woke up. He arrived at school, not making eye-contact with anyone as he made his way to his locker. His mask and bat inside the back of his car.
Night woke up and went to school. He had in his bag all his school stuff and a hand gun well hidden in it. He remembered the faces of the ones he saw the other time when they had to that 'job', but he decided not to say anything to them, so he went on like a normal day of classes. He still had some stuff in his head, like who were the ones they killed and what was in the briefcase? But most importantly, who send them to do that?! Sent from my lovely princess Luna
Emerald was nervous, keeping to himself at school whenever he got the chance. The job was done, but the memories would haunt him for the rest of his life. He spent the rest of the day tinkering with his laptop and any tech he had on him. Soon...another more ambitious job would come into effect.
A single photo. Added to plenty of others. Mason had stapled the group shot to the wall of his room, a wall filled with quite a few photos of him and his hunts, but most of them were either just him or just him and his uncle Ed. This was one of the few photos he had of a hunting party. His uncle had plenty of friends. Speaking of which. A few hard knocks on the door, Mason responded: "Yup!" This man was massive, plenty bigger than Mason, standing at least seven and a half feet tall. But Mason was young compared to Edward Forrest. The young man would grow bigger than his uncle. The larger man here was a grizzly, big man, with a large beard and short hair. It was easy to see where Mason got his appearance from. He spoke, his voice low and rumbly, like his nephew's. "That's something new..." "I made some new friends." Mason replied. "You sure they're good for it?" "Yeah." Ed took a closer look at the photo. "At least they don't all use a bunch of guns." Ed said. "Thought you might say that." Responded his nephew. "Guns are for cheaters, you know?" "Never disagreed with you on that one." _______________________________________________________________________ Mason had plenty of hope. He loved killing. And he was smart enough to figure this wouldn't be the last time he heard from... whoever gave him his new mask. He liked the mask. So did Uncle. Uncle Ed figured it was best not to ask too many questions, though. He was smart, too. These kinds of things happen. An old, raged duffelbag caked in dry mud was filled with his usual assortment of things. Bear traps and garrote wire included. He slammed his locker shut as he went to weight-training. But first, he went around, looking for the one who wore the rabbit mask from before. Not only was that person's appearance identifiable plenty without a face, but he remembered the person's scent. He'd find him.
Night walked down the hallway and noticed Mason. He knew he was one of the guys that was the other day, how? Well, how many people in the school are as big as him? He decided not to say anything and go to his class. Sent from my lovely princess Luna
A couple of classes passed before Mute's phone viberated. It was time, she thought to herself as she snuck out of class.
