Meet Me At Dusk (Masky Love Story)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Teach you to be as good as me?"

"Isn't that what I said?"

"Why would you want to be like me?" he asked coldly.

"Because obviously, you're more experienced than I am." I admitted. "And I want to be as great as whatever you are, so teach me."

"You mean in killing?"

"Duh." I said.

"No." he answered firmly.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, why the hell not!?" I shouted.

"Because, you're my prey and nothing more."

I shifted my foot under him and pushed up making him fly off me. "I'm no one's prey. People are my prey."

"Do you actually enjoy killing?" he asked swiping dirt of himself as he stood up.

"Of course. Why else would I do it?" I smiled.

"Maybe you were forced, brainwashed." he said, his voice was hoarse.

I stood quiet, mostly because I had nothing to say.

"You know what? I will help you." he said with a smile in his voice.

"You will?" I asked joyously jumping up from my sitting position.

"On one condition," he started.

"Aw, damn it, there's always a freaking catch." I muttered.

"I'll train you for 3 months, after 3 months, you have to have a 'friendly' sparing match with one of my friends."

"Your friends? Like other killers, or do you have like, stoner friends or something?" I joked.

"Well, actually, both. Doesn't matter, do we have a deal?" he asked shoving his hand out.

I hesitated, he could help me with my skill levels, but what if his friends are too powerful for me? No, don't think like that. You're Izzy Rose, you can do anything."Yea, we have a deal." I agreed, attempting to hide the fear and doubt in my eyes. I took his cold hand and shook.

"Okay, meet me every day in this exact spot right when the sun is almost set. We'll start today." he said.

I nodded. He flipped around and stared to walk off. "So, dusk right?" I called out.

"You're smart." he replied sarcastically not turning his head back.

"See you in a few hours." I smiled.

"This outta be fun." I muttered under my breathe.

I turned back and resumed my journey, heading towards the store. I walked into the store to be greeted by an elderly woman standing in front of the store."Welcome to Walmart." she uttered in a monotone.

I think I'd rather be a stripper than ever work at Walmart, but that's just me. I guess it would be pretty interesting to observe the unique people that wander around in the middle of the night in this fluorescent lighted crap-hole, but other than that, this job's got to suck.

I grabbed a box of mac and cheese, too lazy to make anything else and stepped up to checkout isle.

I tossed the box to the guy and waited for him to scan it.

I looked up and noticed he was gawking at me. I raised an eyebrow,"Something I can help you with?" I inquired showing fake annoyance. I actually sort of liked guys to stare. It made me feel desirable, yet I hated it because I think "why the hell are you staring at me you creep? I thought I was supposed to be the scary one."

"You could accompany me to lunch." he gave me a smooth grin. He wasn't ugly. In fact, he was pretty good looking. His short, dirty blonde hair gelled up and his skin was pretty much flawless, but I think romantic relationships are stupid.

"Sure." I smiled. "Tomorrow, 12:00 at Willowsmith park."

"Okay." he agreed, scanning the box. A receipt printed out and he handed it to me.

I handed him money from my pocket."Keep the change, good sir." I joked.

As I walked out with the box in my hand, I started to laugh."Poor idiot doesn't know what's coming to him."

I gazed at the where the sun was currently positioned. It was almost completely out of sight. Dusk.

Time to meet What's-his-face. Masky? I think it was something like that.

I walked up to the bottom of the abnormally steep hill, and waited.

"Boo." a voice whispered in my ear.

I turned around and saw the one and only What's-his-face.

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I feel bad, this chapter is short.:,(

Oh well! I shall add another chapter to make up for it. I hope joo enjoyed and VOTE!

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