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Origin Story

Flosine Joly had never been particularly lucky in love or fortune. She had never been a careful girl, she was fiery red head who was prone to making decanting mistakes. Some of which costed her parents and grand parents an awful lot of money, they loved her despite that though. She was an only child and her middle class family's greatest treasure.
They considered her somewhat average appearance to be an entity of pure beauty. This pushed aside her unruly red locks, far too pale complexion and dark eyebrows which may have been too bushy for societies standards.
Flosine lacked the grace and elegance expected for a woman of her age and instead preferred to climb trees and (heavens have mercy) eat with her elbows on the table.
But if there was one lady like aspect of her which might be brought to your eager attention it would be her love for masquerade balls. Her parent's were not rich but they had enough money to buy her one or two decent ball gowns.
Flosine adored every dress she owned and she had long ago decided to make masks to go with them, every mask she made she decorated beautifully, she was proud of her creations. But what she loved even more was to show them off at the masquerade balls.
She was wearing one of her most glorious pieces the night she met him. He was the black haired beauty all the way from America all the single (a̸n̸d̸ m̸a̸r̸r̸i̸e̸d̸) women were drooling over.
He was tall and handsome, she was average and average, yet still in the sea of blooming blondes and beautiful brunettes he approached her, the curly haired red head, it felt like a dream come true.
They spent the night together dancing the night away, Flosine had become entranced in her new lover so much so that she accepted a marriage proposal that night.
Now this may seem like a happy little fairy tale but in truth, these things don't just happen in the real world, her family were especially skeptical and pleaded her to think over the decisions but recklessly, she ignored their advise and married the mysterious man Thomas.
Thomas and Flosine adjusted to one another pretty quickly, to start off with he was very sweet to her, he would take her to every Madquerade bal lie could and bought her a new dress every time. For each dress shed create a mask, things were going so well...
But then Thomas began to get controlling, he limited when she was allowed to speak to her family and didn't allow her to socialize at parties. He told her that she was his and he shouldn't have to share her with anyone else.
This treatment got worse and worse until he made her push every one she had been close to out of her life. She didn't want to but she loved him so she did.
Of course her family tried constantly to spread with her, tell her to come home but her letters only became an annoyance to Thomas, he burned every one.
There came a point he had became so fed up with the heart felt letter that he proposed to Flosine she return with him to America, the red head was very unsure about this, she begged him to stay in France with her but he told her that he insisted that they leave the country together and explore new opportunities and broaden their horizons. Begrudgingly, Flosine accepted. She could feel her free spirit being shot down from it he sky. She could feel its wings being tied and its form suffocating. Thomas' love had become toxic and vile but she still couldn't bare the idea of living with out her black haired beauty.
Upon arriving in America Thomas had ordered Flosine to consent to an identity change to ensure her old life could never find her. She was no longer mademoiselle Flosine Joli, she was Mrs Anne Langley.
She no longer went outside unless it was to a ball. She was not allowed. She did not speak unless she was spoken to. She was not allowed. She did not make eye contact with any one but Thomas. She was not allowed.
Things only got worse from there, the social abuse slowly twisted into emotional abuse which crashed into a hellish fire of punches and slaps. Her pretty pale complexion was ruined by puddles of puddle. Her flaming hair seemed to have blown out into a mess of useless straw. What really hurt? She could not attend the thing she loved most of all anymore.
Thomas had began to come home late, Anne figured he had grown bored of her company. He did not take her to Masquerade balls and more. He did not buy her fancy dresses anymore. He did not love her any more. She felt as if she was trash, thrown carelessly into a dark cave with the rest of last years treasures.
Eventually Anne plucked up the courage to beg her oh so loving husband to take her to an upcoming masquerade ball, it was to be the biggest her area had ever seen!
Surprisingly Thomas had agreed to it and even bought her a new dress, a spark of hope was lit up inside of the redhead once more.
She spent all day getting ready. Anne decided this may well be her last night that wasn't flooded in darkness and she had to make it count.
When the brown eyed girl was ready she stood and watch the door waiting for her precious lover to return home.
She waited...
....
And waited
...
And waited
...
But he never came home.
Anne felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Anger. A sense of self righteousness. She did not shed a tear, instead she wandered through the streets without making sound beside the closing of her satin heals in search of Thomas, the man of her dreams.
She searched for hours on end until she finally found him.
He was drunk and happy, kissing another woman. Seeing this made something finally snap with in Anne, something broke inside her but it wasn't her heart.
Thomas did notice the gaping girl eventually but showed no remorse, "You're a naive little girl Anne. Did you honestly think I was you're Prince Charming." He took little notice of her after that and got back to business with the slut.
Anne did not say a word. Instead, she picked up a heavy stick from the floor beside her. Her mind had gone blank, she was not thinking any more. She walked both of them over the head with the stick. The random woman many times until she died and Thomas only once to knock him out.
She dragged her black haired beauty home, her mind still an abyss of madness.
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Thomas awoke with his hands and feet tied to the bed, a pair of lemony brown eyes were staring down at him.
"Anne?!" He cried out "What's the meaning of this?"
He got nothing but a giggle from the now powerful red head.
"I'm not Anne! I'm Miss Masquerade!"
The way she told him that was so happy yet so sinister. It was a voice he could recall and yet had never heard her use before all at the same time.
Miss Masquerade began to make lines on his face using an ink pot and her finger, she marked a mask shape going from his cheek bone area, over his nose and along his mid forehead.
"What are you doing Anne?" He shouted and began to pull at his restraints violently. The ghost like girl pulled out a sharp knife from beside her along with a rusty bucket.
Being flooded with realization Thomas fought harshly to try and free himself but it was no use. She rested her nice tenderly against his swearing forehead, knelt down and whispered in his ear.
"Are you ready for the ball?"
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The most creative mademoiselle held up her creation to the light of the moon and admired it lovingly before setting it aside.
"I'll join you in the ball soon my darling." She whispered picking up the already bloodied knife again.