Faceless Savior (discontinued)

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     Scott bolted through his house, in an effort to save the child he had seen outside. By the time he made it out the front door the street was empty. His mother's car was gone, strangely, but he didn't have time to worry about that. He rushed down the street frantically, looking everywhere for the child and the man. As he reached the end of the street he started to lose hope, but suddenly he heard another cry for help, coming from the next street over. He ran as fast as he could, thinking of what he should do next. How would he stop the man? What was the man even doing? A seemingly endless list of questions raced through his mind. As he made his way around the corner he gazed down the street. Completely empty. Lifeless. Not a soul to be found.

     He could barely breathe. He felt helpless, confused, as if his entire world was spinning, and he wanted it to stop. He felt blood trickling down his lip, it had been coming from his nose. He spun around, and found himself face-to-face (or rather, face-to-faceless) with the man. Trembling, he moved backward in fear. The man just stood there, staring directly at and intimidating Scott. Scott wheezed painfully, his head aching worse than it ever had before. His vision began to blur again and within seconds he was lying, unconscious in the middle of the empty street.

     Scott awoke in his bedroom, once again, with no idea of how he had gotten there. He turned his head to the clock, it was 3:28 PM. He knew that it had been later than that when he ran outside, was this the next day? How was that possible? Scott also noticed he was in different clothes, without socks or shoes. Had whoever brought home changed his clothes in sleep? The thought was certainly disturbing so he put it out of mind.

     He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Looking out the window, he noticed his mother's car was gone. She was a single parent and had raised Scott and Joey to her best ability, but she was hardly ever home as she had to work to shifts to support them. Scott pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the date. It was April third, a day before Scott's birthday. This was impossible, it had just been mid-March, there was no way Scott could have slept that long.

     With all these strange things happening and no one else home to talk to, Scott decided to call his friend Ryan. He was worried and just wanted to talk to someone.

     Ring... ring... ring... "Any day now..."

     As the ringing ceased a surprised voice spoke, "Scott...?"

     "Yeah, hey, I just-"

     "Where the hell have you been?!? It's been weeks since anyone's seen you!"

     "I don't know what happened, it was still March just earlier today and-"

     Ryan cut him off, sounding furious, "are you-"

     Static.

     Scott pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen. It was turned off. Scared and confused, he turned around to go into the living room. He froze in fear. The faceless man was standing in the doorway connecting the two rooms, with black tendrils emerging from his back and swaying in the air.