They loomed over you, and the faint, yet audible rumbling of growls vibrate through the mask. The nerve you had to scowl eroded away as they grasped your smaller arm, tightly . They had a strength you'd never felt before. You were determined not to call out in pain. In one swift motion, they removed their blue mask, and revealed their face. Your heart dropped as you took in the features of the creature. They had a masculine facial structure with scarred, ash grey skin. Their hair was unkempt, and chestnut in color. They had one, sharp fang protruding from their cracked lips. They had black, oozing eyes, like the void of space was dripping from his eyes. But what really made your breath stop was how familiar they looked. To their facial shape to their brown hair, to even the gentle curve of their nose. You first thought you were delusional, crazy, but the closer you looked, the more you realized that this was once your best friend, who was sacrified before your very eyes. That was him. Jack Nichols. "Jack?"