The Masked Man

Chapter 1 :

I was running, from who I couldn't tell, but I wasn't about to give up. Though, every muscle and bone I'm my body urged me to slow down, to stop running, but my brain told me to run. My heart was pounding against my chest and droplets of sweat beaded down my face. My breath was heavy, but steady and twigs snapped under my brown leather boots. My tight jeans were ripped from the numerous times I'd fallen and been cut by rocks. I'd lost my flannel when it got caught on a tree branch, so I've been running around in a cami-tanktop.

When I no longer heard feet pounding behind me I slowed to a jogging pace. After a few minutes of quiet jogging I stopped to catch my breath. Just when my breath started returning to normal I felt my body being thrown to the ground. I felt strong hands grab at my neck. Their grip tightening as I tried to wiggle out from under the man's grip. My lungs ached for air, my brain for oxygen, and my heart pumped rapidly as panic started to set in. Yes panic, not fear. I wasn't afraid of death, I never have been, I could except painful or painless death.

I began to grow weak and tired, every inch of my body felt numb.

"This is for my brother, Marcus. He died because of you. You little piece of shit." David's voice echoed through my head. He was angry for his brother being killed and honestly I couldn't blame him. Marcus was like an older brother to me and I loved him like one. Unfortunately, Marcus was at the wrong place at the wrong time. People that wanted me dead wanted anyone I loved dead.

"I'm....sor..ry." I choked. For a moment David's face showed shock, but was immediately replaced by anger. I felt my last gasp for air come as my body started to go cold. Just as I started to inhale David was thrown off of me. I tried to moved, but I was too weak. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked up to see David and a man wearing a mask fighting. David threw a punch that the masked man immediately blocked. David's movements were careless and sloppy, while the masked man's were swift and graceful. I watched in awe as every move David made the man immediately blocked, it was like he knew his every move. I let a little gasp when I saw the masked man pull out a dagger and jabbed it in David's stomach. I tried to stand up to help David, but I got dizzy and lightheaded. I hit the ground with a soft thud and the last thing I saw was a mask.

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I woke up in a dark room. It had giant curtains that were pulled shut to keep out the sunlight. I looked around for the masked man, but no one else was in the room. I sat up in the bed and looked for a door. I saw one on the other side of the room and quickly got up. The door was huge and it was actually double doors. I took hold of one of the handles and pulled the door open. The massive door groaned on its hinges as I open the door. The hallway that lead away from the big bedroom was dimly lit. I tried opening a few doors in the hallway, but they were all locked.When I reached the end of the hallway there was two ways to go, left or right. I choose right and found the hallway lead to an open staircase. I went down the stairs not even making a sound. I smelt the enriching sent of pancakes and followed the lovely scent to an enormous kitchen.

"You woke up early than I thought you would." A man with a sexy British accent said without turning to look at me. He was about 5'11" and had dark brown curly hair that was perfect even though it stuck out everywhere.

"Pancakes, huh? Didn't expect you be able to cook as well." I responded taking a seat at the round dining table. He turned to look at me and his bright green eyes met my grey amber eyes. His sparkled in the light coming through the window.

"Your eyes are beautiful. The way they are grey around the outer part and grow into a captivating amber color." He said as I blushed looking down.

"Thanks." I mumbled as he put a plate of pancakes in front of me and drowned them with syrup, just the way I like it. I started to dig in when he sat down across from me and ate his plate too.

Once we were finished he led me to a room downstairs and told me to pick something out of the trunk of clothes at the foot of the bed. When I gave him a questioning look he smiled and said, "They were my cousin's when she used to live here. She moved to New York a few weeks ago. You look about her size, so they should fit you." I nodded and he left the room.

I opened the trunk and saw dresses and skirts, but I dug deeper and found a pair of skinny tan cargo pants and a black short sleeve. I dressed and left the room to find him waiting. I walked out and closed the door behind me.

"It looks good on you. Oh, I'm Harry by the way." He said looking me over.

"Thanks, I'm Jane." I said standing there awkwardly.

"Well com'on, I've got to get you home." He said leading me down the hallway we came from. I laughed and Jordan stopped to turn around.

"Home, huh? Like, my family would me back." I snorted looking away from Jordan.

"Your family wouldn't want you home? Don't you think they'd be worried?" He asked sincerely.

"Please my family doesn't want a damn thing to do with me. My mom and step-ass kicked me out when I was sixteen. I live with my brother, who now that I think about, is probably filing a missing persons report. He's the only person that's ever in my entire life truly cared." I answered honestly.

"Do you want to call him?" Jordan asked pulling out his phone and unlocking it.

"That'd be nice, thanks." I said whilst grabbing the phone out of his hand and quickly dialed Eric's number.

Ring....Ring....Ring

"Hello?" My brother's deep husky voice sounded panicked.

"Eric it's Jane." I answered.

"Jane! Good God, where are you?" He practically screamed through the phone.

"I'm at a friends, don't worry. I'll be home soon." I lied really having no idea where I am and knowing that I will not be home soon.

"Okay, just call me when you're on my way." Eric said calming down.

"Okay. Love you, bye." I said hanging up the phone.

"You lied. Why?" Jordan said taking his phone back.

"Because I don't think telling my older that I'm in some male stranger's house not knowing where the hell I am is good idea." I said knowing that Eric would freak out.

"Good point. So you ready to go home?" he asked leading me down the hall.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm not going home." I smirked turning towards him.