The Mad World Of George

A solid fog clung to the hills that soared into the skies of the virtual world. A slow and strict figure stepped slowly out of the thick coat of pale fog, sending the virtual world into hiding. The figures face was unclear but a red spiral like pattern emerged through, as clear as day in the white background. It stepped in strict march tempo, each foot hitting the ground in perfect intervals of each other; a single crystal blue eye pierced through the fog. The fog started to cower away from the thin framed monster, each feature becoming more and more clear with each step. The dark navy blue trench coat he wore stretched down past his knees, waving majestically behind his body, his dark grey trousers hung onto him nicely as his black as night boots crunched the ground without mercy. The left side of his face was covered by a fog white mask with piercing red markings across it, the thin slit for his crystal blue eye pierced the masks mystery like a knife through flesh. The other side of his face was uncovered; showing off his masculine jaw line, long dark hazel hair ,which covered his neck and eye.

"Was it worth it?" His baritone voice, plastered the air like wallpaper. His German heritage shown through as he stopped before heap of meat on the floor. It lay on the ground, covered in the crimson markings of deep scars. The silence was deafening to the reaper who stood above the almost lifeless corpse. Then a shallow sound exited its pierced lips.

"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another."

"How cute, Shakespeare." The German man, huffed in a sadistic laugh, "But what good does Shakespeare do you? You lie before me a helpless mull and you offer nothing?"

"I offer my true face to you, yet you offer a mask. Do I depart from this field not knowing the true face of my killer?" The German man gave a small chuckle that showed off his clenched teeth, his eye showed nothing but darkness.

"That's a luxury, my dear, dear nemesis you will never know." With those words the man effortlessly lifted up his right hand, the cybernetic glove glowed a light blue forming a virtual staff. Raising the blue staff above his head, the dastardly smile winked at the laid out mess below as the force began to fall through the still air.