Fear racked your body as the man came closer and closer to your lips. Hoodie please hurry, you thought to yourself. You thought that screaming his name again was a good idea but Rick quickly pressed his lips against yours. All of a sudden your wrists were being crushed in his hands. He isn't coming, you thought as a single tear trickled down your cheek. He-
Your thoughts were quickly cut off as an angry voice sounded behind Rick. But, it wasn't Hoodie... or Masky. Who the h*ll is that? You thought with pure curiosity. It hit you like a load of bricks when he stuttered.
"Get your h-hands off the g-g-girl!" Toby growled, grabbing the back of Rick's shirt and pulling, more like throwing, the f*cker away from you. You quickly looked up at your savior, unable to form words. His expression was cold as he stared at the terrified idiot. It softened as he looked at you. He bent down, holding his hand out to you. "Are y-you alright?" He asked.
You took his hand shakily. "Yeah..." you said quietly, trying to calm yourself. You were okay. You weren't about to be raped... but why the h*ll was another person here?! Weren't they supposed to go to different locations.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rick spat as he began to walk back over. You were about to punch him as hard as you could before a sleek, cat like voice cut the air like a knife.
"Unless you want your mouth stitched shut I'd keep your lips to yourself." A woman said as she strolled forward from a dark corner. Her hair was jet black with a messy cut style, somewhat resembling Tim's except she didn't have sideburns. She seemed to be a healthy weight, not too thin or too big. She was extremely tall. Her eyes were an ice green color while her skin was pale as snow. Snake bite piercings winked in the light as well as a bullring. She wore a purple tank top, white skinny jeans that had a few blood stains on them, and steal toed boots.
Rick's eyes went buggy with lust before the girl pulled out a pocket knife. He quickly got the idea that this girl wasn't afraid of killing him. Stepping back with extreme care he began his walk to the other side of the shack. The girl looked at you, walking over with a slight smirk. She licked her lips, showing off a silver stud.
"What did I say about the knife, Micheal?" Toby asked, raising a brow. Micheal pouted before putting the weapon away. This woman was allowed to keep her weapon? Question after question began to filter through your mind.
The girl, Micheal, seemed very confident in herself. The way she held herself could tell anyone that. As she walked over to you you noticed there was something wrong with one of her eyes. It was a murky white around the pupil. Quickly, you realized she was blind.
As your senses came back you looked out the window to see where Hoodie was. There that man stood, arguing with Masky. Your heart began to ache with a very strong pain. You had fallen in love with him, and when you needed him the most, he wasn't there. Swallowing hard your mouth set into a grimace. You were almost raped and by sheer chance Toby happened to be at your rescue. Your eye twitching, you went outside. Toby called after you but you ignored him.
Hoodie looked up as you came closer. Rage was evident in your eyes. He turned to you, arms crossed. Without meaning to, you bared your teeth. Hoodie cocked his head, obviously wondering what was going on. You were about to bite his head off.
"What's wrong?" He asked as you finally stood in front of him. So many things were filtering through your mind to say. But one came out before you could stop it.
"F*ck you!" You yelled at the top of your lungs. Hoodie's arms dropped to his sides as his hands curled into fists. You began screaming at him, holding back tears. "I was almost raped! Why the f*ck did you not come when I screamed?! Was your argument with your crony more important than my safety?!" Your heart had shattered as he remained quiet. "You are less than six yards from that shack!... why didn't you come?" You asked, your voice becoming quiet as tears finally spilled down your face. Hoodie's silence made the pain hurt even more.
"Actually," you jumped at the sound of Toby's voice. "You didn't scream, y-your voice was barely a whisper. I d-didn't even hear you. I saw you." He explained, cracking his neck. You felt embarrassed and knew you were blushing. You looked at your feet, feeling like a complete *ss for yelling at Hoodie.
You swallowed. "S-sorry..." You stopped talking momentarily. You wanted to at least make him a little happy. He had been wanting you to call him something. He kept saying he was something to you. Above you in a way. Finally, it rang in your head like a bell. "Master..." You finished quietly.
Toby and Masky's eyes widened at your words. They seemed surprised. Masky looked at Hoody, grabbing his shoulder. You thought for a moment that you had done something wrong, that saying that was a bad idea.
"You actually got her to call you master?!" Masky exclaimed. "How? I can't even get that idiot Rick to call me Masky."
Toby nodded quickly in agreement. "Same with Micheal! She refuses to call me Master."
Brian looked at you for a moment. You could tell that something was better in the air, but you could also tell Brian was about to kick someone's *ss. You were praying that it wasn't yours.
"I honestly don't know," Brian said. Even though that mask made his voice sound threatening there was a hint of happiness in it. "She just obeys orders well." You felt pretty happy as you two looked at each other. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" He asked. You almost rolled your eyes, considering you knew what he wanted.
"Yes, master." You we're gonna get tired of that. It felt weird and made you a little, more like a lot, uncomfortable. Hoodie seemed very pleased that you were saying it though. He cracked his knuckles, looking at the shed.
"Is Rick still in there?" He asked. You were quite jubilant, knowing that Hoodie was about to beat the crap out of that man. Micheal grinned as she nodded.
Masky quickly raised his hand. "I'll take care of him. He is my responsibility. Kind of like how Old Yeller was what's his face's responsibility." He shrugged. Hoodie looked at the white masked man for a moment, seeming to contemplate letting him take care of the idiot. You really wanted Hoody to put Rick in his place but from how suffocating the air was around him you had a feeling Hoodie would kill the guy. Masky seemed to think so too.
"Brian, we both know you'll do more than just beat him up... you'll kill him." Hoodie nodded, growling lowly at the mention of his actual name.
"Fine, but keep him out of my sight. If I so much as see his rat face I'll probably murder him on the spot." Micheal smirked at Brian's words.
"Can I join in? It sounds relatively fun." Toby quickly grabbed Micheal's shoulder, pulling her close and whispering something. Micheal only shrugged, still smirking. Toby sighed as he shook his head.
Masky walked to the shack quietly. You had secretly wished that Hoodie would've been allowed to kill Rick and were horribly disappointed when he wasn't. But at least the f*cker was gonna get hurt. You smiled at that as you walked to Hoodie. He looked at you, crossing his arms again. You lunged your hands forward, lifting up his mask. A small smile was on his lips. He blushed softly as he slapped your hands away as you giggled.
He leaned close to your ear, speaking in a hushed voice. "Thank you." He said. You smiled brightly.
"You're welcome... master." You said in an undertone. Hoodie hummed a chuckle, looking over at the other two. You could feel your face heating up. "You know I won't call you that when we're alone, right?" You hissed.
Hoodie nodded. "Oh yes, but I'll enjoy hearing you say it when you do. You are a very well behaved proxy." He said. You acted bashful as you kicked at the dirt, purposely getting it on his shoes.
"Thank you, master." You said with a poisonous smile. Hoodie chuckled as he began walking to the other two. You glared at the ground before following him.
"I'm gonna love this." He said, a smirk in his voice.
"Of course you will." You muttered. You were still had a crush on the idiot though. You enjoyed his strange company and were almost sad that there were others now. But happy for Hoodie, considering you knew about his relationship with Masky. In the back of your mind though, a tiny voice hoped you would stop loving him.
You hadn't heard a single scream or noise from the shed. But when Rick came out he had a black eye, three missing teeth, and a bloody nose. Masky was covered in blood, his eyes glowing with blood lust.
