Chapter 4: Vagueness Allows Your Mind to Wonder

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"Now you must be mildly to chronically concerned as to why I kidnapped a college student studying sports medicine and doctoring, I know I would be concerned if I had a sense of concern, you see, when I wad a young boy..."

The man rambled on and on about his pasted.

"Why don't you just shut up, weirdo!" I spit, "and show your ugly ass face! I can't see you in this darkness!"

He steps forward. Holy smokes, he towered over me, well, I was sitting... But that's beyond the point. My eyes traveled up the skinny, lanky body. It was almost like his legs never stopped.

It took ages to actually react his torso, which was just as long in proportion to his legs. But his face, no... Mask. I feel like I've seen it before in my little brother's room. What was it. My face twisted in thought.

"It is a plague doctor's mask. I wear it to represent who I am, a plague doctor."

I stare at him quizzically, "how'd you know what i was thinking?!" I spout, in a way, scared.

"I'm good at reading stupid faces."

If I wasnt tied down to a chair, he'd be dead.


(Hey uhh, I'm sorry these chapters have been short, I'm going to start increasing length as the story goes along.) -Hayden

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