Looks aren't Everything

Prologue

        (Wake up)

        "nnh..."

        (Wake up)

        "Why do my arms feel so heavy..?"

        (WAKE UP)

      A young blonde woman, about in her twenties,  jolts awake to find herself in a dimly lit room filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and the rancid smell of bad meat. The smell was so strong that she had to concentrate most of her energy on not vomiting from the smell.

        "Where the hell am I?" the woman said as she attempted sitting up. She soon found that she couldn't move her arms, as they were strapped to a large, cross-shaped table with her legs strapped in as well. In crucifixion position, she began to moan in fear. Her head dropped and large tears began to fall from her beautiful blue eyes. Her glistening blonde hair fell across her shoulders, covering the straps of a torn black dress.

        She soon heard singing ("And without you is how I disappear!") coming from down the hall approximately fifty feet from her position.

        (And without you is how I disappear!)

        "What now..? My Chemical Romance..?"

       "Why?! WHY ME?! WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?!" she screamed using the hatred now building in every fiber of her being.

      The singing now entered the room. From the doorway, she could see a tall, rather muscular man with long straight hair enter the room. Covering his face was a mask that was used to depict emotion in Greek plays. This mask was molded into a rather comical smile. Every inch of this male from the neck down was covered in some form of black. A black collared shirt, a black trench coat, black slacks, black leather dress shoes, and black leather shoes.

        The singing ceased. The Greek mask turned slightly sideways. If it weren't for the fact that the mask itself was smiling, The man behind it would have cracked a little grin. He said nothing to her. Instead, he caressed her cheek as if to say 'everything would be alright'. He picked up a claw hammer from the toolbox (it was a craftsman toolbox, not that it really matters) next to the table and a box of five inch nails.

        She looked into the eyeholes of his mask and was shocked into silence. Behind that mask was a man whose eyes were cold as the iron he held in his hands. It shocked her to see that he was so indifferent to what he was doing. It was as though humanity meant nothing to him. This woman cursed whatever hole spit this demon of a man into existence. Realizing what was going to happen to her, she dropped her eyes away from his.

        "Can you at least get it over with quickly? That's my only request." she said between sobs.

        His only words were "No promises." as he placed a nail and drove it deep into her left kneecap with the hammer.