Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 14. MASKY.

I thank Ben for dinner while smiling behind my mask. His aura lights up pink and he struggles to find his words,"O-oh I uh...y-you're welcome (y/n)...." he manages to blurt. I laugh a bit at his response and wave walking towards the stairs. I get to the bottom and yawn a little. "Hey (y/n)..." masky's voice grumbles from behind me as I begin walking up the stairs. I stop to look toward him only to see he isn't there. I don't bother using my sense, probably another prank. I shake my head and turn around to continue my ascension to my room. I know the house like the back of my hand by now heh. I make my way down the hall tracing each door. I touch sally's sign and open the door beside it walking in. I close the door behind me and stretch before locking the door. I have my sense turned off so I don't overuse it. I have training tomorrow and then the mission, I need to save my energy and stamina. Although I can take it from around me, I just... I don't want to kill someone for an energy boost. Its wrong on so many levels! I let out a sigh sitting on my bed. I take off my mask and set it on my night stand. I let my smiling face drop finally and I run my fingers over the dips and divets in my chin and cheeks. My forehead has this strange scar, that is mostly hidden by my hair, but its shape... Its like I got it from a knife rather than glass from breaking windows in a blazing fire. Maybe my parents death weren't so accidental....? Oh well, its in the past.
My room doesn't have such a strong scent of cigarettes anymore, and as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of miss it. I lean back letting myself fall onto the covers. The creaking isn't so annoying anymore, reminds me this is my room, and that I'm home. I make the mistake of letting a smirk draw across my face because it hits me immediately, the smell is back. I reach for my mask when I realize its no longer there.
I feel my frown of distress start to fade as I grin and chuckle a bit shaking my head. "Alright. Cut it out. Masky?" I ask, slowly rising up. I stand up and take a step forward. I try my sense but it starts to fail, like it did before I got here... I'm back to being blind... In a house of murderers that can just scream "TARGET!" and "hi please kill me."....
I hear a creak in the floor boards behind be and I spin around swinging my arm up to zap an electric bolt in that direction. But before I get the chance my arm is stopped, someone is holding tight to my wrist. Electric bolts flashing around my arm as the die. I can't move out of pure shock, my current was cut off, just like that. Just like snapping a twig. Masky?
"(Y/n)...I thought I told you... You let me live, and I'll kill you." his voice almost echoed in a low whisper. It was dark and hoarse. I felt helpless again, weak. No... That can't happen, see, this isn't my house. This isn't my safe place. Its where I live, where I call home, where my family is, but its not safe. I can trust, but never fully. I know exactly how careful I have to be...
"Let me go imbecile!" I growl. I can hear the snicker come through his mask. "You know, I would have thought those silvery grey eyes would have looked somewhat life like." he says in almost a daydream state. "They used to be (e/c)." I state.
"What changed?" he asks.
"Why so curious?" I ask back.
"Fair enough." he shrugs. I tug my wrist away for only a second before he's that much closer. "You're dead short shit." he mocks. Short? Did he just...oh hohohoho hell no. "Alright fine, kill me steel toe." I smirk. I hear him tap his foot a few times and I can just feel him grinning at me. If not for those dumb shoes I could have actually escaped this situation. Last I recall, he held onto me and I stomped on his foot. Damn those boots. I let out a low growl right before I feel him lift me up. My light is off so he shouldn't be able to see my face very well, I hope. He sets me on the bed and takes out a knife. I hear a click come from it so I assume either swiss army, or average pocket. He holds it to my cheek and slowly moves it down, carefully making sure not to cut me yet. I bet he's waiting for me to beg. Or maybe he wants to see me scared? Heh, fat chance! He holds the knife to my throat and I sit there looking as close to his face as I can. At this point I have given up fighting back. It doesn't work. So why not give in until he falls? See, when someone is pushing you over but you hold your ground so you don't fall, you get tired. So a solution to that is let them push you and simply move out of the way causing them to use their own weight to drag them face first into the dirt. In otherworss I'm using his own weight against him. I'll stop fighting for a while. I'm out matched by one. Screw that.
Masky isn't too pleased with my plain reaction. Slowly he presses his knife into my skin a bit harder. I can feel the slightly warm liquid starting to dribble down my neck and off his blade. "I don't care what you do. Fast or slow, as long as you actually kill me. Scared?" I chuckle. I might be blind but that only means I can't see. I can still narrow my eyes, and stare a certain way. In this case, the way my eyes are lidded and that slight smirk running along my cheeks says devious. Masky almost jumps back for a second as I stare at what I presume to be his face. He doesn't know I'm blind. I have him believing its just a weird color. I hope...
"Shut up..." he says in a low, almost whispering tone. With a swift hand he pulls the knife sideways away from my neck, but not before letting it nick me.
He sighs a little and leans over me. Each arm on the mattress beside me. I try my best not to let any emotion show. Within a few seconds masky leans close to my face, I can feel my cheeks heating up. Masky gets closer and closer until finally whispering in my ear, "I'll let it slide this time... But next time, if you're going to kill someone, kill them. Don't make false promises." he chuckles. I can feel his breath on my neck. Its warm... And comfortable... I can feel the heat in my cheeks starting to rise.
"Guess the same goes for you, huh, masky?" I joke. He doesn't move away from my ear, like he's making a decision. "Masky?" I ask. I'm starting to feel like there's something I'm not realizing here...
"Yeah... Night (y/n)..." he whispers.
"Night...ASSHOLE..." I whisper in a smug tone. I can practically hear his eyes roll.
He walks out of the room leaving me alone. I sigh laying back and closing my eyes.

I wake up with a yawn I'm instantly reminded of last night. Now that I think about it, masky got so close... I can just feel the blush creepy up my neck. I growl shaking my head and away the thought. I groan thinking about training and reach for my mask. Wait...my mask...where is it?!?
No...no no... Nonono!
Panic spreads over me as I look around. My sense finally starts to cooperate and I check everywhere. My mask isn't where it should be or anywhere in my room actually. I tap my heel on the ground once and try to locate it. Not in the mansion!? Where could it have- Tim...
I shake my head growling. "You are Sooo toast. When I'm done with you, you'll be asking me for your arms back." I chuckle. I pull my hood up over my head to hide my face a bit. I let out a sigh and ask, hey slender? If you can hear my thoughts, you know what I want...
"Timothy isn't too far off. Count to three." he states. I don't bother closing my eyes. I count slowly to three and feel the ground shift. I'm outside. I look up almost immediately to see masky in a tree. What's with him and high up places? Cat much? I think to myself. "What are you up to?" he asks.
"Where's my mask? You wouldn't happen to know would you?" I smile looking at him. His wispy shape moves and shifts a bit before turning a awkward yellow-ish rusty color. Lying. He's going to lie. "I don't know. Go bother Jeff or something." he says flatly. I see him lean down a bit and I pull my hood down further. In only seconds he's on the ground. I roll my eyes knowing exactly what's about to go down. I get in a stance to defend myself and masky charges. I go to hit him but feel my hood fly off. There was a huge burst of wind just now... But from where? How...strong is this dude?! Masky stares at my face a second and I quickly fumble with my hood to try and hide it. "What's with the scars?" he asks. "What's with the lies?" I ask back. "Give me my mask..." I growl. "Make. Me." he says. This is so childish! Dammit masky!

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