The Girl In The Silver Mask

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Prologue

The sleek black car was the only thing that disrupted the calm night. It blended in with the darkness; its headlights dim, making the satisfyingly smooth rumble only expensive engines can manage. The tyres glided across the smooth tarmac of the road, and the long grasses of the marsh were ruffled in its wake. Inside, a silhouetted figure sat in one of the leather seats, sitting still enough to convince an onlooker they were made of stone.

          As the car sped past the street lamps a girl was revealed. She was staring up at the moon with a longing expression, as if she wanted badly to leap out the window and fly there. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen. Her feet – wearing leather boots to her knees- began tapping impatiently on the mat in the foothold. Her jeans clung snugly to her thighs and disappeared under a custom fitted coat with a big collar and long sleeves (poking out the end were two hands covered with gloves). Everything she wore was black. Her hair, which was the colour of deep red wine, was tied in a tight high ponytail, with not a single hair out of place. The most peculiar thing about her, however, was the silver mask she wore, perfectly fitted to her delicate face, secured with a white ribbon. It rested on the bridge of her thin nose, traced her high cheekbones and ended in a slight flick where her auburn hair started. It just covered her eyebrows, and sunk slightly into the hollows of her eyes, the small holes brushing against her lashes and leaving only her eyes on show in this part of her face. The mask gave her an air of mystery, and she looked the part for her job.

          A man sat opposite her squeezed her knee and spoke in a lazy drawl.

“Ya did good tonight, little darlin’. I’m tellin’ ya, I’ve never seen a lil girl as small as you take on that many of them! Dang, the boss’ll have a big pay check for ya when we get back.” She dragged her gaze reluctantly away from the moon and fixed him with a cold stare. The man just grinned, showing rows of shining gold teeth and bringing attention to a scar on his top lip.

          In the distance, there came a roar of an engine. It was getting louder, and was joined by the sound of rock music blaring from tinny, cheap, car speakers. Angry shouts rang out and headlights appeared behind them.

“Better get that, Ariel. It’s for you.” The man teased, blatantly amused.

          The girl tightened the bow of her mask and gritted her teeth.

“I only do what I have to do to keep my job, Gee. Nothing more.” She hissed icily. He sighed and undid his seatbelt, opened a hatch on top of the car – the girl shivered as the biting wind rushed in- and crawled through so he was standing up, top half out in the open. This was when he pulled back his coat, revealing a huge amount of weapons strapped to his legs and around his waist in a belt.

          After hovering his hands over a couple of blood stained instruments he flicked a mini shotgun out a strap on his calf and twirled it expertly around his index finger. He looked bored. Despite his size, he was as agile as any jungle cat.

“Just tell me when, Sweetie.” Gee cooed. She simply snapped,

“You don’t have to. Just tell the driver to go faster.” He smiled evilly and said shortly,

“Oh, but ya know how I love it. They had it comin’ for ‘em, chasin’ after us like that.”

          Then he shrugged and aimed quickly. The other car veered sharply off the road as the driver was shot directly in the head. He then produced from his think pockets two ninja stars and threw them like a dart player might throw a dart. They pierced the two front tyres, which hissed as the air rushed out of them.