What Lurks Behind The Mask

Chapter 1

[🔝Trailer!🔝 ]

ƬӇЄƳ'ƦЄ ƇƠMƖƝƓ ƇƦЄЄƤƖƝƓ ƑƦƠM ƬӇЄ ƇƠƦƝЄƦ ƛƝƊ ƛԼԼ Ɩ ƘƝƠƜ ƖƧ ƬӇƛƬ Ɩ ƊƠƝ'Ƭ ƑЄЄԼ ƧƛƑЄ.

Guilt.

It's like an infection that slowly eats away at you.

The room was void of color. Grey. Lifeless. Two chairs that were facing each other, and a metal table that separated them, were the only kind of furniture in the 16 by 20 feet room. The blonde boy was the only occupant in there at the moment, his cold gaze glued to the mirror across from him. He had watched enough movies to know that behind that mirror there was a detective waiting for him to break. What the man behind that mirror didn't know was that Adam was already broken. He started pulling on the cold, metal bracelets that wrapped around his wrist, his patience slowly wearing thin. He could see why he was in this predicament in the first place. The police had found him covered in blood, hovering over his best friend's dead body. It had been one of those 'wrong place at the wrong time' moments, but were they honestly going to believe him? He didn't have an alibi; he couldn't remember anything that had happened in the minutes that his friend had been murdered. He did know one thing though; no one could vouch for him. Eric had been his only friend during his stay at the boarding school, and he had never bothered to talk to anyone else. He was starting to regret that, but could you blame him? He was practically a social outcast. Eric had been different than most of the others that he had met at the boarding school. He was a brunette with fair skin and green eyes that you could get lost in for the longest time. His towering physique, chiseled features, and well-developed muscles could have made him seem like an aspiring athlete. He was what most females would consider handsome or boyfriend material, but to Adam, he had just been a friend or the brother that he had always wanted. One that he had lost too soon.

Adam could still remember the long conversations they would have about their dreams, how his eyes would light up at the mention of his goals and what he would try and achieve after graduating high school. Music had been his thing. He had assured Adam many times that he would become a great singer who would compose his own music and would perform all around the world. The blonde had been so sure that he would achieve it, but in the end, that dream died along with Eric.

The creaky sound of the door's hinges, signaling that the door was being opened, snapped Adam out of his thoughts. His gaze shifted from the mirror to the man that was making his way to the chair across from him.

"Hello, Adam. I'm Detective Carson." He said, placing a cup of water in front of the younger male. "Do you know why you're here?" He asked. "Yeah. I was caught trying to help my friend." The blonde boy replied, sounding more aggressive than he had meant to. The thing is. . . Adam had a feeling that he knew who had committed the murder, but would the Detective believe him? He wasn't even sure who it really was behind the mask, or what. Was it even real, or just a figment of his imagination? "Son, your friend was dead. How were you trying to help him?"

The expression on Adam's face changed. It was one of pain and guilt, he wanted justice, but how could he tell the truth without sounding like a crazy person? "I was hoping that. . . H-h-he would come back," The boy whispered, his voice cracking when he said his reason. Sure, it was stupid to think that someone from the dead could come back, but that had been his only friend. To think that he was gone. . . and to think that he knew who had killed him in the first place. It was slowly driving him into insanity. The guilt slowly suffocating him. He had this huge weight on his shoulders and the only way to get rid of it was to sound like a crazy man.

'A masked man did it. Someone who I'm not sure even exists.' They would send him to a mental hospital the first chance they had.

"Come back? You do- " the detective began, but Adam was quick to interrupt. "Do you know how it feels to find someone you care about dead!? You see that person one day and the next they're gone. I just. . . I was scared," He admitted. If he could, he would have buried his face in his hands to hide the tears that were streaming down his face, but his hands were handcuffed to the table. The detective cleared his throat and subtly glanced towards the mirror, probably hoping that Adam hadn't noticed.

"You don't believe me, do you? You think this is some show that I'm trying to put on so I can seem innocent!"

With a sigh, the detective stood to his feet and walked out of the room, not saying another word. The feeling of dread started to consume the blonde boy as he watched the man walk out. Would it have been easier to say the truth?

"C-Come back. . ." He whispered as he watched the door close. "Come back. Come back!! COME BACK!! I'm innocent! You can't keep me in here!!" The boy yelled and abruptly stood up to his feet, the metal chair falling behind him with a loud clang. The more he pulled on the metal bracelets, the more they painfully dug into his skin. The detective had made sure to keep the cuffs tight, in case something like this would happen.

The boy had been thrashing around until something caught his eye, and he came to a sudden stop. It had felt like all the wind had been knocked out of his lungs when his eyes landed on the masked man. It was just a reflection, but Adam knew he was there. He could feel its presence and its cold gaze burning into the back of his head. How come no one was barging into the room to grab him!?

"I-It's him!! He's the one who killed Eric! It was the Masked Man! You have to catch him!" He yelled, but at the time it felt like no one was listening.

His body felt tingly and a sense of alarm took over him as he stared at the mirror. It felt like ice was running through his veins; and as much as he tried to get air into his lungs, nothing seemed to reach them. He was trapped, suffocated, and all he wanted to do was run from his own body, but every time he opened his eyes he wound up in the same exact spot, in the same exact situation.

The next few minutes were like a blur as black dots danced along his vision. Breathing felt impossible, yelling was no help, the room spun in all directions and then. . .

Everything was darkness.

A/N Hey guys!! All I want to say is, please don't kill me, because the next thing I might say might be a bit frustrating, but all I want to ask from my lovely readers it that you don't give up on me! I'm going to rewrite 'What Lurks Behind The Mask.' Because I feel like what I was writing before isn't what I really wanted for the story. It was too rushed in my opinion. I hope you guys stick around though and remember to Vote, Comment, and most important of all enjoy the story. Hope you like it and don't be afraid to give me a follow if you have the time. Until next time!

-Lily (SpiderBaby)