Mask

Chapter 1

I didn't know how to even begin to explain what I had seen. It was so bizarre that I thought I was hallucinating.

I stood there from my driveway, watching as this deliciously muscular, black clothing clad man was crouched next to a vehicle in the driveway next to mine. He was fairly close to where I was standing, with my hand stuck midway through my mailbox. I watched intensely even though there was a high chance that I would be a witness to something as crazy as theft or worse. Something about the way the man snuck around my neighbor's vehicle, bobbing and weaving cameras that probably weren't even there led me to believe that the man was just a giant dork. I continued to watch as he took out his cell phone and snapped a couple of pictures of the inside of the car. The sound of the camera shutter even went off. How could they not turn the sound off beforehand? It was hilarious.

Normally in situations like this, people would call the cops, but the way the dork in all black was going about his business was astonishing to me. I was ready for him or anybody really to say 'cut!', but that never came.

The amusement of it all is that he was trying so hard to not be seen, but I watched every last second, casually shifting from one leg to the other when the other got tired. The video game character-like guy tiptoed his way to the side of the house to a window and without hesitation, opened and wedged his way inside of the house.

At this point, I should have left and/or called the cops, but I continued to wait, eager to see the man return, and when he eventually did five minutes later, I was pleasantly surprised.

There on his face was an extremely interesting black mask. It seemed to be two pieces; one covered his nose and mouth whilst the other looked like a pair of glasses. On those glasses were what seemed to be digitalized emoji-like eyes, but I couldn't be too sure. I wasn't that close to him. The man was covered from head to toe in the black outfit. He had a vest with a million and a half pockets that rested over whatever skintight piece of fabric he managed to tug over his bulging muscles. The top ensemble also had a hood that helped conceal his anonymous identity. He wore tight but flexible nylon pants that also had a thousand and a half pockets and straps. To finish it off were a pair of desirable black combat boots. The lack of intimidation from the guy had me almost asking him where he got his boots from.

Even though he was in the getup, he looked expensive; almost like there was just a superhero Gucci store that he went to for his clothes. Either way, he looked sexy; he was sexy. Even though I couldn't see his face, I just knew it was true.

Just as I completed my not-so-discrete look over, the man in question had finally noticed me from my spot in my driveway. We stood there staring at each other for god knows how long. I take that back. I stood there staring back at a digitalized, real-time blinking pair of text emoji eyes. It was impressive, to say the least. After five minutes, the man still had not moved or even attempted to vanish, so I decided to break the silence.

"You know, I considered calling the cops like twice, but decided against it because that was literally the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life," I said all of this with a straight face. I finally withdrew my arm from the mailbox, my mail loosely hanging from my fingers. My left leg was beginning to get tired, so I crossed it over my right. As I waited for an answer, my mind began running a mile per minute. This guy was either a villain or he was a real life Batman. I was leaning on the villain/ burglar scenario, but from watching him, he didn't seem like a serious bad guy. I had questions.

"I really don't know how to convince you that I'm not a thief...but I'm not." His voice came out kind of funny like it was being modulated.

"So.. do you go around like Batman, but without the cape? You know..instead of being a thief."