Twisted (A masky x Reader)

Chapter 1

  I yawn heavily as I walk down the linoleum tiled halls, my shoes making small clicks as the heel makes contact with the floor. A small clinking noise could be heard as my college ID that read Y/N L/N, swayed back and forth, following the rhythm of my feet.

It was currently about a quarter after ten and I had just left my study group that was meeting in one of the student's dorm rooms. We had an Algebra test next week and were determined to be prepaired. The only downside about these study groups is that we didn't finish until late. Of course, one of my classmates offered me a ride but I politely declined, not wanting them to go out of their way for me. Afterall, I only lived a few blocks from the college.

So here I was now, walking a backstreet of a small quiet town. Every once in a while I would see a car drive by but besides that, the area was vacant. Like every other night, tonight was peaceful. Cool, crisp autum air cupping my face and embracing my body as I walked.

All was good until a strong, leather, gloved hand grasped against my lips. I felt another hand grip my arm tightly and I let loose a scream. Though I knew it was useless I continued to scream in terror as I was shoved up against a brick wall, strangling my already muffled cries.

Whoever my assultant was, he remain silent as he roughly spun me around to face him. I was met with a mask of pure white, painted with graceful black features. These small details only made me more frightened for what was to come next.

I began thrashing and kicking, determined to escape from this nightmare. Clawing desperately at his hand, i managed to pry it loose from my mouth. Without a seconds hesitation I rammed my head into his, causing him to stumble back in surprise. My vision went red for a moment and pain shot through my head as I took off running. Suddenly I cried out as the pain in my head worsened. The masked man had caught up to me and now yanked me down to the ground by my hair. He tried to pin me but I kneed him in the stomach, making him double over. Growling in annoyance he gripped me by my hair once again and lifted my head up, slamming it into the concrete. Ripples of hot white pain went through my entire body as I screamed bloody murder.

Now, I've never been the religious type but I praised some God when I heard the sound of sirens fast approaching. "Fuck!" The mystery man shouted. He shot up and delt one last blow to my stomach, sending me sliding into the wall of a shop. He ran and soon dissapeared from my line of vision. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a slamming car door.

He wont give up
He's taunting me
Waiting for me to break
Determined to make my life hell