(Don't) Go To Sleep

Bullet Wound

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with an aching feeling in my stomach. I tried to sit up but was crippled by pain. 'No, Jane, don't try to sit up,' someone said. I looked to the person addressing me to find it was Masky. He must've cleaned himself up because he was wearing a new mask, identical to his old one except this one was like new, a plain white shirt and black jeans and his hair was damp like he'd recently had a shower. To be fair he looked really cute. I inspected my injury. 'What kind of teenage boy keeps a gun under his pillow?' I complained. 'One with overprotective parents who have heard about the nearby killings maybe?' I pouted, 'Don't be mean.' Masky just laughed at me. He pinched my cheek and said in a silly voice, 'Aw, is ickle Janey sad?' I slapped his hand away. 'Hey!' I stopped, 'Thanks for saving me by the way.'

'I'd do anything if you were in danger,' he told me, he had suddenly become very serious. I began to wonder what he actually looked like under his mask. I'd ask him another time. I yawned and got more comfortable in the covers. 'Where am I by the way?'

'My room,' Masky shrugged. His room? But that mean that I was in his bed. That was a little creepy but I did suppose he rescued me and I guess he wasn't actually in bed with me. He stood up and headed for the door. 'You need to rest,' he said but before he left he added, 'By the way, you're a pretty good fighter, you could be my hunting partner.' With that, he left. Hunting partner? Like as in, we went hunting together? I mentally slapped myself. Of course he meant that. Being alone in his room, I took the opportunity to look around, without getting off the bed of course. Apparently you could tell a lot about a person from their bedroom however Masky's room reflected him. A mystery. The walls were just white and there was barely anything of colour in the room. There was a simply a white wardrobe and chest of drawers. The only thing of interest in the room was the shelf of masks neatly arranged on the wall above the bed. There, along with various other masks, I saw the broken mask. It was strange that not even Masky's room gave any glimpses of the person he used to be. I knew that the person he was now wouldn't be the same. This only left me to wonder for the hours that I had to lie and rest, who was Masky really?

It took a while for my bullet wound to heal but once they had I wasted no time in getting out to hunt again. I walked purposefully out of the mansion and this time it was Masky who had to keep up with me. 'Hey!' he said, jogging up to me. 'You can't go without your hunting partner.' He punched my shoulder playfully. 'Well let's try not to get shot this time,' I joked. 'You say that like we were both shot.'

Masky and I stole away into the night, becoming just like the shadows surrounding us. We were in sync with one another now we had gotten used to each other. We hadn't even found a victim when Masky stopped, me stopping with him. 'What's wrong?' I asked, concerned at his odd behaviour. He turned to face me with his fabricated smile. 'How about we have a break from hunting? Just for tonight,' he suggested. Did he think I was bad at hunting or something? I hadn't been hunting for weeks and I could feel my bloodlust ebbing away at my self control. Masky placed his hands gently on my shoulders, sending little tingles down my spine. Why did I feel like that towards him? His black 'eyes' bore into mine pleadingly. The feeling was making my insides squirm. 'Okay,' I whispered. I felt slightly intimidated by him. I walked backwards out of his grasp and rested against a tree. 'So, do you have any other plans or..?' I was beginning to get cranky after my hunt being disturbed. I tried not to think about all the fun I'd missed out on. Masky just shrugged, 'I just want to spend some time with you.' I was slightly shocked by his words but I thought about it and supposed there was no harm in spending a little time with him.

The hours sped by and Masky and I sat on a thick tree branch together, chatting happily until the sun began to peer over the horizon. I told him stories from my old life but when I asked him anything about himself, he simply changed the subject. I didn't pressure him into answering my questions. Maybe he'd had a tough life or he might even have amnesia. We carried on talking until we both eventually fell asleep, my head resting on his stomach and his arm draped over my shoulder. That was the first time that Jeff had completely escaped my mind and honestly, I think Masky was beginning to take his place.

Shoutout to Proffesionalfangirll and her story The Survivors. It's an amazing story and she has helped me a lot with my first two stories, (this one and My Metaphysical Romance) so thank yuh Elli<3