Beneath The Mask

Chapter 1

(Y/N) walked through the crowds of people around her and towards the bar counter. She was home after all these years. The place had changed so much and she could hardly recognise anything here. She would probably have never returned here if it weren't for that exclusive letter telling Her there was a cult gathering here. This would be a career starter like no other, making it impossible to refuse this offer. Her train of thought was interrupted as she locked eyes with a masked stranger across the Hall. He wore a silver mask and a stunning suit. (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at the male as he made his way towards her. He had cerulean blue eyes and whitish silver hair but he wasn't old, oh no, he was her age with chiseled features and a chiseled body she couldn't help but stare at.
The male, Jackson, was walking through the halls of the grand establishment that he had rented for the cults annual recruitment. It was a rather exclusive event and the whole ordeal was kept under wraps. He was walking around and greeting the guests, some very old members of the cult and some new faces around the room, he could tell by the fact that he, the leader, had only told the members to wear masks, therefore anyone with the lack of a mask was new here. While walking he noticed another new face, a rather pretty one at that. They'd locked eyes and he made his way towards the girl who was wearing a stunning red dress.
"Well it's always a pleasure seeing new faces around here. So tell me. Is little red riding Hood enjoying herself here? " Smirked Jackson as he leaned over her, moving his hand towards her side before grabbing a drink off the counter and retracting it.
"Well if I'm red riding Hood then does that make you the big bad wolf? As a matter of fact this party is pretty sublime" Said (Y/N), appearing confident as she did not want to blow her cover.
"Don't underestimate me doll. You've no idea how sharp these teeth really are" Said Jackson with a growl as she leaned against the counter next to (Y/N). "Does little red riding Hood have a name? " Asked Jackson curiously.
"As a matter of fact, yes. It's (Y/N) (S/N). What about you? " Asked (Y/N) curiously.
"It's Jackson dear. You're gonna have to try harder for a full name" He chuckled as he looked at her devilishly. "Anyway there's suppose to be a reporter at this party tonight. So tell me if you see anything suspicious. I'm not too keen of people disclosing personal details about my job. " Said Jackson and looked over at (Y/N) who maintained her composition and nodded. "Of course. They're the worst. " She giggles before the music stopped playing and the spotlights turned to the railings and the bar counter.
"Well this party just got more monotonic than I thought it could " Said (Y/N), clearly a little bummed out.
"Oh don't worry, we're just getting to the main event. Think you can handle it? " Said Jackson with a wink before he jumped up onto the bar counter in front of the spotlight and a man with short stubby brown hair handed him a mic.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I'm so glad you could join us today. I see some new faces in the crowd and I hope you can stomach what I've planned for next. Let's begin " Booms Jackson into the mic and as if on cue, 13 people appear on the railings on the sides of the upper floor, each dancing on the rail with a noose around their necks before simultaneously jumping off the railing, causing each of them to gasp for air and struggle as they kicked their legs around right before their bodies went completely still.
"Now that's entertainment. Who's hungry? " Spoke Jackson again into the mic before looking over at (Y/N), who was internally struggling to restrain herself from throwing up and instead, smiling up the the bodies like all the other guests were doing.