Mask 【Klance】

Mask

"¿Que está pasando?! ¿Que está pasando?!" (What's going on) Shouts of horror filled the air as a famous male with a mask adorned on his face shot the people down. Their bodies thumped to the ground limply, a squelching tone released into the air as it made impact.

The male had unforgiving, dull, purple-hues. They glinted with boredom as he simply shot at the residents of the Díaz family. (I would've used my last name because I'm Cuban, but it didn't go with Lance's name. Like it didn't roll off your tongue...if that makes sense??)

The killer scanned his surroundings. His eyes locked with a handsome boy who sat under a table quivering. It was his target. The assassin's heart thumped longingly and he knew he wouldn't be able to finish the job.

He lent out his hand and the boy flinched. Who wouldn't? I'm just a terrifying killer....
"You have to come with me...I refuse to finish this job," the assassin said from behind his mask.

The coffee haired boy looked around at his dead family members. "You killed...them... Tú eres un asesino!!!!" (You are a murderer)

The killer didn't know what he was saying, so he asked for the boy's name. He could barely remember what it said on the paper... Klance? Sam? Lance? No, those're dumb names! Those ain't right! The assassin was obviously frustrated with himself.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Mi nombre es Lance. ¿Que es tu nombre, asesino?" (What's your name, murderer?) The boy asked bitterly, glaring hateful daggers at the assassin.

The murderer assumed he was asking for his name and so he responded with, "My name is Keith..."

Lance nodded, and looked around at the bloodied bodies. He didn't want to stay there any longer and fighting with the killer wasn't going to do him any good. He had accepted his fate.

"¿Cuando nosotros vamos?" (When do we leave) The dark skinned boy asked.

Keith bit the inside of his cheek, trying to refrain from exploding. "I know you can speak English, so please speak it!!" He growled angrily. Keith's aggravation did not go unnoticed by Lance who was accidentally speaking in his mother tongue.

"Lo siento--I mean, I'm sorry..." The Cuban corrected himself. "When are we going?" He asked, this time in English.

"Now, so follow me and don't stray..." Keith said stoically, gripping onto Lance's wrist.

Lance glanced back at his dead relatives and mumbled something. "Puede Dios estar con usted." (May God be with you)

Lance let Keith drag him off to the nice black sports car. A bomb of some sort exploded in the house, sending chunks of debris flying at the vehicle they were in.

Keith smashed his foot into the gas pedal and they flew off, away from the pile of detritus and dead bodies.

Lance stared out the window, trying to avoid the murderer's eyes.

After some time, Keith smoothly stopped the car and exited the vehicle before going around and opening Lance's door.

Lance eyed the black haired male before leaving the car as well. Keith lead him to a large house that seemed pretty much abandoned. There were no neighbors. The area looked deserted in Lance's opinion.

Keith jammed the key into the lock and twisted it. He opened the door and allowed Lance to walk in first before he entered and shut the door.