I was hit with a violent punch. I hit back in the throat. I shoulder bashed them into the glass shield in front of the food in the prison cafeteria. Blood poured down my mask. Not my blood. Theirs. I hit them in the ear one last time before being grabbed by a guard. I was beaten by the guard and thrown onto the table. I was in Alcatraz prison. I looked at the guard and spit on the ground. They hit me in the head. I walked to the food and took some. I sat down at a table and ate while the guards looked for someone to do something wrong. After killing 148 criminals it doesn't end you up in a good place. Someone jumped toward me and I shouted, "The Majuscule Mask is here!" I slammed my fist into their throat. The guards took me back to my cell and beat me. I stayed in my cell for the rest of the day. I watched the hours go by as I laid in incarceration. No heroes were left out there. Only crime. Or at least that's what I thought.
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Masks
Misterio / SuspensoIn March of 1953, San Francisco, a 26 year old man named William who wears a black mask and a black suit takes down a local mob. A 54 year old man named George is sentenced to a life in prison with one arm. How will these paths cross? Find out in Ma...
