Faces and masks: City of Fear

Chapter 1

The autumn came. More recently, the holidays began, bringing with them and Halloween, which the Manson family was going to celebrate the glory. After all, as it is their holiday too.

So as finally emerged opportunity well sleep, today Emily ACO late, virtually in lunch, and the, has awakened its tenth in a row text, sent friend from neighboring apartment-Sally Fisher.

— Damn it! He must be worried. We must hurry and get ready to go to him.— A quiet excited voice she said, tucking the bed and taking the comb from the dresser, began to comb her long red hair in a dissolved state, descending her to the fifth point.

Once she had been blue-black, more precisely, she had from" this " reality, but then returned to the old color, inherited from her mother. She habitually gathered them in two tails, leaving the slanting bangs to cover the left half of her face, and began to dress.

Black dress without sleeves until its knees, dark-blue headscarf on head, as headband, on neck pendant in the form of Crescent, on feet boots, on the hands of dark gloves off, hiding cuts on wrists and ankles, forestry still in the past, from above threw on favorite black sweatshirt with large hood, leaving its in rasstegnutom able.

Her room is medium-sized, all in dark colors, making even with the light is dim. She doesn't have much personal stuff. Most of them are photos or books, on the table is a laptop. On the far wall is the TV she sometimes watches.

"I wonder what the family does?" she thought as she left the room.

***

"Good morning, sweetheart." her mother greeted her as she entered the kitchen. Apparently, there was no one at home except her and her older sister, who was always stuck in her "laboratory".

Mary white, now Manson, is a young woman with straight red hair falling down her back and green eyes. She is dressed in a homemade blue dress, a gold medallion hangs around her neck.

"Good morning, mom." Where are the others? 'asked Emily, looking around at the sides. She tried to feel mentally-no one but Abby and her mother.

"It's Halloween!" Surely they are preparing something unusual. While they're gone, go for a walk with Sally and Larry. You like spending time with them. Especially with Sally, right? - winked at woman, respiration girl blushed, downcast glance, and, biting lip, after what rapid step next to exits, shouting in the end, farewell.

***

"Hey, Emily. Happy Halloween to you! How are you going to celebrate? "what is it?" asked her friend, who had just left the apartment and was closing the door behind him. When he saw her red face and blank stare at the floor, he cocked his head to one side in surprise. "Is everything all right?"

"Y-Yes. "It's okay," she murmured, smiling nervously, trying not to look him in the eye."I don't know yet. Most of the family was gone. I hope they won't disturb the neighbors again, " she said, remembering how the New year had gone.

— I think it'll be fun." If Papa says so, come to me. Watch horror movies. Now go to Larry. With that, he took her hand, smiling warmly, which she could see in his shining blue eyes, and together they walked toward the front of the house.

Since Fisher had recently corresponded with a friend, he learned that he was waiting for them near the house, also deciding to walk, he went with his girlfriend there.

But as she passed one of the corridors, Emily stopped abruptly, aware of someone looking at her, and turned slowly toward it. A few of the lights on the other side had burned out, so the corridor was completely dark.

And though she could see as well in the dark as she could in the daytime, she loved the atmosphere, unless she was in her room, for it reminded her of a cold cell and eternal darkness.

But a strange feeling that there really was someone there, as well as a sharp curiosity, did not allow her to leave so easily, and she told Sally to wait for her near the exit, let go of his hand, though he did not want it, and cautiously walked toward the silhouette in white.

As she got closer to him, she could make out a strange man. A teenager, about her age, who reminded her of her brother. At first she even thought it was him, only in makeup for Halloween, but a minute later realized that it was not him. His aura was human, yet ... insane.

Black hair until shoulders, not simply pale, virtually white skin. Pale blue eyes, narrowed to tiny points, cold and mad at the same time. She could think of no other word to describe his gaze. But the further, the worse.

Not only were his eyes terrifying ... they didn't close, which made them seem so much bigger. There was a blackness about them, as if he had not slept for a week, but if you looked closely you could see that they were not bruises, but burned black skin, creating the effect of circles around the eyes and once eyelids.

But the most terrible is his mouth... or rather, smile. But not the smile she was used to seeing. He was smiling against his will. The corners of his mouth were slit from ear to ear, his lips purplish red, as if covered in blood.

He was wearing a white hoodie stained with blood and black jeans. In the other hand, a bloody knife.

Emily stared at him, unable to move or even scream in fear. She just stared, deep down, still curious about who he was and what had happened to him. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that he was "human," even if he was strange and had such an eerie appearance. And she is not... what is hidden inside her, will not give the girl offense.

Jeff woods or Jeff the killer, she thought.

"Who is it?" And ... why is his face like that? those were her thoughts.

— Go to sleep... — murmured the stranger, slowly raising the hand with the knife.

But I don't want -- wanted to say girl, but turned out quite different.

Her eyes changed color from gray to red, and her pupils stretched like a cat's. The right hand with the Crescent mark rose faster than he did, and the boy was pinned against the wall. He began to wheeze, as if an invisible hand had squeezed his throat.

— The only one who's going to sleep is you." she smiled and bared her sharp fangs. But in the very moment, when she already wanted his strangle "the real" personality returned and guy here same collapsed on gender, grabbing for's throats and coughing.

Realizing what had just happened, she ran back to Sally, hoping that this strange guy would not give chase. She could still feel his gaze on her back, but after a couple of minutes the sense of his presence was gone, as if he, too, were a Ghost.

"Who was that?"! And what about his face?! He looks like a monster, but I can see he's human! What was he doing here?! Why did you want to kill me?! I didn't do anything wrong to him, we don't even know each other! And that phrase of his ... "Go to sleep" ... His voice wasn't normal... it's Good that I have these abilities that always protect me. I didn't want to tell Sally or Larry about it, But I didn't want to strangle him. I don't want them to get worried or scared. But I'll still be on the lookout to protect them from this ... lunatic.

***

"Amy, are you sure you're okay?" You're acting ... weird. Sally didn't know what to put down to. But certainly not on the approaching holiday. That Emily, who was somehow involved in all this, should be afraid of evil spirits? It was something else.

For a moment even came Jay, the last time being in very serious condition, and only thanks to Larry holding himself, but he knew that Manson, as would be sad as she was, could keep the mask when close to her people so as not to upset them even more. Even if they were a couple in the past...

Shaking his head, causing the ponytails several times hit his cheeks, he added to this mental slap, knocking out thoughts of the blonde, and looked closely into the eyes of the girl, who immediately averted them, again biting his lip. There...

"Yes, it's all right! Let's go get Larry!" with that, she began to push him in the back with such force that he literally drove out the door, standing still. And yet he has to deal with all this, and of course, have fun Halloween.