Man behind the Mask

Chapter 9.

Ryan sat as his computer and scrolled through pages I couldn't read. My eyes were clouding up, or I just wasn't looking out of my own eyes anymore. Then I heard drawers being pulled open hastily and objects being slammed down on the desk. He was setting something up, and then I heard rummaging in another drawer but he grabbed something. I heard a flickering noise; moments later I smelled candles. "What the hell are you doing?" The Devourer cried out. "I'm going to do everything I can to save her." He growled.

I heard a printer somewhere faintly. I was starting to feel my hearing disappear.

Ryan's voice was growing weaker. I could just make out the repeating of something.. or was it someone? What is.. I can't.. think. My body was going numb and my mouth was well.. I don't know... My conscience was.. disappearing. I..have..to fight.. it..

The smell of the candles was completely gone. I couldn't feel, see, hear, or taste anything. I suddenly felt my soul shaking at its core. Everything was black. I knew at this point, I had completely lost my mind and body. I did feel something.. where ever I was.. I was grabbed and thrown into a wall. I tried to open my eyes, and they rest upon Ryan in the Cry mask. I stood up. Anger rushed through my body. This was the Ryan I hated. "Fuck you!" I yelled at him. Out of pure instinct, I reached to my stomach and pulled out the knife. "You don't even deserve to kill me!"

"Spfft. Shut the hell up. You wouldn't kill me either. You're fucking TERRIFIED of me! You're lucky I left enough of you to witness this!"

"Oh, is that so..?" I smirked. I wiped the blood of my wrists onto my face like war paint. "I don't have to kill you."

He seemed to understand what I meant. "You wouldn't dare, you brat."

"You better fucking believe it."

I raised the knife up to my chest, pretending to cut an incision from my neck to naval.

I stabbed into my esophagus and with every fiber of my being I pulled the knife down in a straight line, just past my prementioned destination. "Wha-what..?" Ryan said quietly. Suddenly his image became distorted. In random places all over his body he exploded with lights. "I will WIN!" I yelled. When I dropped dead in my, whatever that place is, I became conscious to Ryan holding me sobbing deeply. "I can't believe you did this to yourself..." he touched my chest. I cringed and grit my teeth. "R-Ryan... Did..Did I do.. it...?" I sputtered. "Hannah! You're back.. but that means you had to.. oh God.." He sniffled." Yes,baby, you did it.."

He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a gun. "What..what are you..doing?" I hacked. "The moment you die, so do I." "Ryan! No...p-please.." I coughed blood this time.

"I'll die a slow , painful death with you. I can't ever forgive myself." His lip quivering.

"You sound.. just like.. when you get into character.."I said releasing the smallest chuckle I could produce.

"Hannah.. I love you so damn much.. How did this happen?!"

"I love you too.. and Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you.. feed.. Whiskers for me..?"

"Of course- Hannah? Hannah?! HANNAH!"

*screams*

Well, you're probably confused. I thought she was scared of Ryan?

Well, it's just that. Ryan's persona Cry was a soul devourer because his voice is so perfect okay. xD Hope you enjoyed!