Beneath The Mask

Chapter 3

(Y/N) tried to maintain her composure, but failed miserably as she burst into tears and began yelling. "What the hell do you mean by that? You're sick in the head!! You twisted little piece shit. I don't want anything to do with you or your stupid fuckin cult. Just let me go! " She screamed as she pushed Jackson backwards and ran out the door, only to realise that the hallways were blocked with transparent doorways that needed a password and finger print verification. She looked past the door to see two more rooms with their doors shut and towards the end of the hallway was a ladder leading up to a hatch door. She looked around and noticed that there were no windows in the Hall either, only paintings. Then it dawned on (Y/N), " We're underground. We must be. That explains everything. The lack of windows. The paintings. The fact that the cult members are able to get away with murder and nobody notices." She said as she turned around and saw Jackson looming over her, looking rather upset. "It's rude to shove people" Growled Jackson as he grabbed (Y/N) by the wrist and dragged her back to the room. "Let me go you sicko! " Said (Y/N) as she struggled against his grip, trying to pull herself free.
"Stop struggling doll face. Besides, you and me are alike in more ways than you notice" Said Jackson sternly as he threw (Y/N) back on the bed and glared at her. "You and I are nothing alike. I'm not a freak like you! You're a psycho and a murderer" Screamed (Y/N) as she tried to get back up, only to be pushed right back down by Jackson. "Oh really? Does you not standing up for an innocent man while I instructed his execution not bad? You've already done and witnessed things that are enough to classify you as a freak. Remember that time in 7th grade when Billy Sparks kicked your knee and called you frog face? You bit him. You fuckin almost ripped his ear out and you're not allowed to be classified as a psycho? Well that's just rich doll face. Real rich. You're as much a freak as I am, maybe even more so because I embrace it and you choose to keep it bottled up inside and it keeps piling up until one day you will eventually explode" Growled Jackson as he shoved (Y/N) backwards against the bed frame, his arm over her neck. "So don't give me that shit (Y/N). You had your fate sealed when you made up your mind on that letter. " Snarled Jackson as (Y/N)'s eyes shone in fear.
"H-how do you know about Billy Sparks? " Asked (Y/N) as she barely managed to croak the words out.
Jackson chuckled and pulled his arm away, letting her breathe again. "For someone who's so fuckin smart and talented you sure act like an idiot sometimes doll face. You know me. Heck you loved me. Remember this" Chuckled Jackson insanely as he threw an old letter at her that had a heart on the envelope and had been written by none other than (Y/N) herself, way back in middle school.
"Where did you get this?" Said (Y/N) softly as her hands began to tremble and she began crying with fear as if she'd just seen a ghost. "You're Jackson? Jackson Overland. The sweet brown haired boy in middle school who was practically and angel? " Said (Y/N) as she looked at him, terrified
"Yeah. Your middle school crush. The one boy who never fit in and always felt broken except when he was around you. You stood up for me whenever I was bullied and you were always so nice to me. I liked you too but right before I could tell you I found this note in my locker. The ending broke my heart because you said that you and your parents were moving away because of the disappearances in town. Oh god how I hated your parents for that but I couldn't blame them for long. After all it was my fault because I caused the disappearances. Those degenerate pieces of filth were getting too close to you love. As for the hair. Ever heard of the Marie Antoinette Syndrome? I was abused at home for years, never let it show though. Couldn't risk loosing you. But you're to fuckin pre occupied with your whole career. Yeah I know about that. I'm the one who sent you the letter. I figured it was the only way to get you here. Besides it wasn't like I was wrong. I called you right back to where I first laid eyes on you. The school building. Except they broke it down and built a party Hall there. Go figure. I went through all that trouble just to have you be an ungrateful little brat. I knew you were the reporter and I made sure to punish someone else just to see how you'd react. You let them suffer and called me the freak? That's really rich. " He chuckled insanely as he ripped the mask off his face and stuck his face right in front of (Y/N)'s." Remember me now love? Do ya? Well you should. You're gonna be spending an awful lot of time with me now " Smirked Jackson and bit down on (Y/N)'s lip and pulled at it with his teeth, not too hard but just enough to make (Y/N)'s lip bleed a little as she yelped in surprise.
Jackson then pulled away and put the mask back on his face. "I've got some business to attend to now. I'm leaving you here. Food's going to be brought down in a while and you have clothes in the cupboard and the bathroom right there is already stocked with all the necessities. Behave yourself" Said Jackson sternly before he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him as (Y/N) sat there, her hand covering her mouth as she burst into tears, crying hysterically.