The guards pulled me out of my prison hole and dragged me into an office of some sort.

This room
felt very empty for his small size and had stone bricked walls with nothing to decorate them from
their depressing gray appearance, except a few hand carved paintings on wooden blocks. those
paintings felt as if they had a deep meaning behind them but i couldnt care enough to pay it
attention, on the right side of the room stands a small closet used as a library for tree worn out
books, beside the closet was a big wooden table fit for two people but only one bearded man was
using it, behind the bearded man were two small windows blocked from the outside by metal bars,
the bearded man uses one of his fingers to sighs the guard that he wants me to move to the front of
the table, the guard pushs my back with the blade of the metal sword he is holding and waits for me
to move forward, I am no fool and step towards the table, while i do that i examine the bearded man
closely, according to his cloths he is of a higher rank than the guards i met so far but he doesnt
wear any uniform so he isnt here to give me orders or at least is not responsible for doing that, this
alone tells me that he is a figure they want me to trust, he wears small one eye glasses and his hair is
shaved off but its still visible he did it because he is balding, the none uniform cloths seem simple
and comfortable. He wears a closed jacket with no shirt and his sleeves are dirty from writing oil.
The bearded man crossed his fingers and rested his head on his palms, he asks me "child, do you
know why your here?" i reply to him in a resenting voice "you want me to tell you where i hid the
mask". The old man chuckles before continuing to say "thats is one of our goals, but we have a
much more important matter to take care off" the bearded man wait for me to ask what it is but i
keep my self quite, he seems unhappy with my response and frowns a little, it seems like he feels
that he need to put more effort into what he going to tell me, because he suddenly sits strait and puts
a serious face on, he continues what he was saying "we want to make sure you understand why the
ruler puts so much effort in destroying the masks, but before i do that tell me child, do you even
know how the mask became to exist in the first place?" i crossed my hands in dissatisfaction and
reply "I heard many storys but they were no more than fairy tales and religious believes suddenly
the bearded man waves his hand and the guard behind me leaves the room, the old man waits for the
guard to leave and says i am a bit surprised actually, most adults know only the religious
explanation, for some one as young as you to know multiple version is very concerning his
comment make me wonder, how can more knowledge be concerning... I express my confusion in
his words by turning my head a bit to the side and scratching it, suddenly the guard steps into the
room with out knocking with a wooden stool in his hand, he places it next to me and points on it till
I sit down, the bearded man tells the guard that will be all thank you the guard leaves and closes
the door behind him, the bearded man than writes with a small feather on a piece of papyrus while
announcing what he writes This concludes that your mask is an ancient one, illegal even before the
ruler decided to destroy the masks his behavior seems very strange to me, if he is trying to earn my
trust and make me tell him the location of the mask why does he announce his notes?, that will only
make me more cautious towards him, it might be his goal all along, if I will show any signs of
discomfort towards certain subjects he might be able to use it so that I reveal the location of the
mask, I dont have any reason to lie about anything as long as I am not asked directly about the
location.
The bearded man reaches to the closet beside him and pulls out one of the worn out books I have
seen before, it is titled Kinlis Mask Creation Research the title alone tells me what I am about to
hear, the old man strokes his beard again and says ill be happy to tell you the true story behind the
masks he opens the book on a designated page and continues or as you may say the fairy tale we
use today his shows a faint smile while reading of the book with his finger research on the coast
has let us to believe that it all started with the ship Sacriem about 600 years ago when an expedition
to discover new lands and resources was formed, according to the ship logs they traveled the sea for
more than two months leaving the food and water supply almost none existent, many of them died
from hunger and sickness but one day they discovered land at last, they described it as a small
island with impressive high reaching trees but no wild life to be seen, the trees have been baring a

fruit they have never seen before, it was green red and had a smooth texture on it with blood red
juice sealed inside, most the crew members eat the fruit but didnt like the taste very much, it was
all they had so they dealt with it, after supplying the ship with the fruit they set to sea again, the
crew members experienced stomach pains and internal bleeding about a week after they ate from
the fruit, a month later all crew members skin started to harden and they became trees, with all the
crew members dead the ship had no one to steer it and was lead by the waves of the sea, eventually
it reached coast, the fruit by than was long since rotten and nothing was left except their seeds,
insects took the seeds and planted them in the area leading eventually to the birds scattering them
around the world we know today, thanks to those birds man discovered the special trees and noticed
the bad effects of the strange fruit, so we encouraged the growth of trees that had no fruit and
eventually created a new kind of tree that had no fruit but high quality wood the bearded man
stopped reading for a moment and peaked at my direction before sighing shortly and flipping a few
pages before continuing reading, his behavior seemed strange but I payed it no attention, he kept
reading the mask culture came much later but it all started in the small village Krumari, some one
tried to make a mask out of the special trees wood, the artist was the first to wear it too, he was
terrified to discover that the mask he created started to drink his blood with vines growing from the
inner surface, penetrating his face and hugging the skull, the mask would only come off when
directly puling the it out with the vines, the fear of the more pain though kept the mask on him,
while asked for help he noticed that his physical strength has increased tremendously, the ground
broke from every step and the door he pushed broke apart but it lead to his demise, his body was to
handle all the strength behind every movement so his bones broke and muscles were ripped apart,
later when he artist died from his wounds another member of his village took the mask from his
corpse and wore the mask, he discovered that he had all the memories the previews owner had, and
that is when humans started to gradually use the masks as a tool for war and recording past events.
The bearded man closed the book and gently puts it on the table, he leans back on his chair before
asking me so, what do you think? I reply in disinterest its very short for its size the bearded
man takes a deep breath and releases it as if he holds back a strong emotion and replys calmly its
because I simplified it for you and the majority of the book is actually about the events after the
masks became part of society, do you want to know what the rest of this book teaches us? his
pause after this sentence shows that he wants me to ask him what it is, and so I do what is the
lesson this book teaches us?... he leans back forward and stares into my eyes while saying we rely
on the masks far too much... his so called lesson triggers a flame inside my body, how can we relay
on a tool too much?! The masks are part of our lives now and serve even a bigger function in it than
our very own legs!, my eagerness to prove his nonsense wrong makes my replay so load the room
echoes how can memory and power be something we dont need!? ,and further more while
screaming at his stupidity my legs lift me up from the stool so I can violently grab the book from
the table and trow it on the bearded man how does this stupid book suppose to convince me that
those same masks are better left destroyed! he calmly replys to my yelling if you would please sit
back down ill be more than happy to answer your burning question he looks at me and frowns until
I decide on doing what he asked of me, I sit down in dissatisfaction but he seems rather pleased
with my decision, before answering as he promised me he examines the book I threw at him for any
damage but lastly he returns his gaze back on to me, his smile seems fake while he says this book
shows us how we handled just fine before we discovered the masks properties, changing a plant we
know nothing off and make it grow to our needs is a big feat you cant archive easily I fold my
arms and say out loud my disbelief even so the masks let us never forget lessons of the past, how is
that not enough to show you their superiority? Over the rout the ruler want us to take? his
expression seems like he waited for this question and with his goal achieved he confidently answers
because the lessons of the old are not the lessons of the young, how can a person that only knows
the past build the future? we live with the same rules, inventions and mind set for hundreds of
yours now with no signs for change any time soon his reasoning seems silly but I feel like this is
not the whole reason why masks are send to be destroyed by the law all of the sudden, so I ignore
his claim for now and ask him this cant be the only reason masks are banned after all thous years

he nods but surprisingly doesnt seem to be worried that I address other reasons, instead he
reassured answers yes that is true, such a drastic action doesnt come without any other reason to
support it, you see, masks as much as they are tools of knowledge of the past they are also tools of
war, a person that can summon his full strength without the limits his body puts on him and not feel
any pain that is not critical is far too powerful for a none soldier should be trusted with, it is been
even proven that most people being exposed to a mask became more violent, try to imagine if some
one with bad intentions had this kind of power his point is very true but it is easily countered this
wouldnt be a problem if every one had a mask and was able to fight him back, also that is why the
ruler posted guards in every town his expression shows me that he doesnt seem to be impressed
by my argument and replys immediately its impossible to give every single person a mask they
are far too valuable for that, that is why masks are owned by the rich and nobles now days, and do
you really expect guards to be posted every where around the kingdom?, the man power needed is
far to great for that he is very convincing about his point but I still believe destroying all masks is
ridiculous, I feel like arguing any longer is meaningless and I grow sick of it by now, my voice rings
a disinterested tone once again while I say i see now why our ruler decided that, but my opinion on
that didnt change the bearded man looks at the note he wrote not long ago and his voice becomes
mischievous opinions only change with experience child, how about if i could prove to you that
ever since you put on a mask, you changed for the worst, Would you than be convinced?
his question peaks my interest, if he could prove something like that I will most certainly change
my opinion on the matter, but it might be another way to find out the masks location, I shouldnt
agree to this without gaining something in return, so I propose if you turn out to be right I will tell
you the masks location but if you dont, will you promise to release me from this prison? he
strokes his beard while thinking about it for a bit, he answers yes, why not his cooperation seems
suspicious to me but he looks like a person that keeps his word, so I smile with satisfaction and my
body leans forward on the stool I sit on as I rest my hands on my knees very well, now its my turn
to tell a story it all began about one week ago, I used to be one of the few homeless children that
were cute enough to be a little beggar around tourist spots, every child that was part of my group
received his own little tragic sub story to tell the rich by walkers that pitied us, this group I was part
of was managed by the homeless adults, they had wisdom that we lacked and were the only ones
that knew how to count the money we given them in the end of the day so we could use it in the
market, this seemed to be the closest way to live a stable life when you have nothing except
yourself, we survived as a group but nothing about it was friendly about it, the adults used us and
never fed us unless we brought enough money by the end of the day, there was one specific fat pig
that enjoyed to starve us far too much in my opinion and used the power he had over us to do his
biding, than one day it happened... from the coast a wave of chaos emerged and crushed all it
touched into ruins of memory past, the pig and us were lucky that day, the wave couldnt touch us
underground hiding from the cold like rats in the winter, but the life of the poor has no rest no
matter what happens in it, so we were ordered back to the surface digging the ruins of the lives we
never had, in hope for some treasure, our hands were the perfect tool for the job they were so small
and rough from our time at the street, seeing all this destruction was a shocking sight and the dead
bodys drowned and smashed on the walls were not helping either, but after a while I noticed that
once you see one body you seen them all, with this feeling me and my friends were assigned to dig
in specific areas known for their rich inhabitants, it seemed impossible to move the rocks at first but
after a few hours we actually made progress, I heard my friends finding jewels, money and even
masks in the distance and it made me even more motivated not to return empty handed, with his
feeling the cuts on my fingers felt like nothing, I had to show them that my work was not for
nothing, than I finally found my own treasure, it was a red wooden mask with four goat like horns,
two of them started from the top and embraced the horns below them that pointed backwards, the
mask had white sharp hair going from the top and sides covering the head of he wearer, it had a
very distinct smile, it seemed wild and demonic even in the way it smiles at you, some of the teeth
were longer than the others making the idea of being bitten even more painful to imagine, it had a
sharp pointy nose leading you to to the angry eyes they were hollow and life less, I knew they were

up for the wearer to give his own, seeing it made me remember all the rich people walking so proud
with their masks as if they make them different some how, but maybe they do it was my chance
to figure out why the rich abscess over them so much, my hands were holding the mask tight before
I bring the courage to finally put it on, first there was nothing but than I felt something move from
inside, I had no idea whats going on but I kept telling my self this is how its suppose to be and
waited a few more moments, than I felt something sharp as a needle penetrating my face becoming
long and longer, reaching deeper and deeper, I never felt such pain before and started screaming but
my body couldnt move the mask away from my face the pain was too much for me to handle, but
the pain was only something in the background, now what took all my attention was the pictures
and emotions running trough my head, I seen entire lives in just mere seconds all of it at once, my
emotions were running crazy tearing my body apart, hate, sorrow, love, happiness everything all at
once! Finally the pictures stopped and my heart was recovering, it seemed like this entire time I was
blind because only now I see the fat pig in front of me, trying to pull out my mask, my hands must
have been holding on the mask with all their force if he couldnt pull it out by now, that bastard!
Trying to steal my mask even though I was in such pain, my voice whispered, stop... but he didnt
listen, my voice than screamed stop! while I pushed him away from me, he had fallen flat on his
back from the force of my push and began cursing me while he struggles to stand back up, I felt
some how bad for him and helped him up, but that made him even more angry, he pushed me with
all his wight but instead of falling like he expected I just stepped backwards, he seemed angry by
my simple movement but he dealt with it pretty quick, he stretchs his hand in a give me motion and
looks very serious on to me, I know what we wants and its the mask, the new wisdom the mask has
given me makes me realize one important thing, with out the rich we are as good as dead, our
treasures will be meaningless with no buyer, we stand a better chance to survive with the wearing
masks and I am sure the adults realize this fact as well, this must be why they want us to collect
them as well so they can use them for themselves, I look at the fat pigs hand and shake my head in
no, he repeats the motion a more aggressively and yells Do as I tell you!, hand over the mask! his
spit flys all over while he yells out, his aggressive behavior about all this makes my realization
even more accurate, just to make sure I ask him why do you want it? he grabs the mask by the
horns with one hand and yanks my body back and forth with it, he yells you dare to talk back to
me! no food for you tonight! my body manages to stop his yanking and keep its balance, the pig
puts more force into his arm movement but my hand grabs it in reaction and slowly crushs his
bones the more I strengthen my hold on it, the pain makes him fall on his knees while expressing
sounds of pain, I release my grip and he murmurs under his lip your friends are going to pay for
your behavior too if one wont comply the group will suffer as well this policy seems very unfair
in my opinion but I already sealed their fates too, I better get the answer I want before things will
turn worse, and I just know how my body leans back ward with one leg and with a forceful push I
kick the shoulder of the pig, a crackling sound was heard before he falls back screaming in pain,
my eyes search for the nearest bolder and I lift it up my head, the pig looks at me with fear for his
life and so he should, I ask him what are you planing to do with the mask from here on? Answer or
die he seems too scared to answer so I yell to make it more clear for him what are you planing to
do with the masks?! he finally answers to sell them!
I expected him to say that so I counter it to who?! he replies with panic i dont know! my arms
begin to feel tired so I ask fast were you planing to use them with no buyer? he looks confused
and stays silent, so I yell were you planing to use the masks! he yells back yes! my voice
whispers silently that was all I needed and with that I release my grip on the balder and let it fall
on the head of the pig, blood and a heavy sound of the boulders wight is spread all around the area,
my friends hearing the commotion came and seen it all before their eyes, they stand still like a tree
too scared to even move an inch, for me that is the perfect time to explain listen up! The adults
planned to use the treasures you found for them self leaving you to rot here! Friends you shared all
this time with me so truest me now because I will never lie to you, take the treasures and masks
with you and run away from here sell them, try to make a living off them, because this is your
chance to finally be free of your fate! my friends just kept standing after my words it seems like

they didnt reach them like I hoped they would, they just kept waiting, probably for adults to tell
them what to do now it sickens me, the people I care about doing nothing to change their demise,
but how can I blame them, I used to be the same, following orders like a dog just so I wont starve
another night, so I wont hold a grudge towards them, I did what I could to help them and now its
their turn to make use of my advice, I decided to leave, maybe something up ahead where the wave
couldnt reach I can rebuild a life with the knowledge I have now, my body stepped forward Into the
horizon, my friends didnt stop me, maybe out of fear or even the understanding that if I stay ill be
punished with death, the ruins around me didnt change but the feeling I got from them was, I look
back one final time and wave my friends good bye, but they avoid to even gaze at me after what I
did, I told my self that it didnt matter and kept on forward, I walked where the wave has devastated
the most, the path was wide open with large pieces of far buildings that were washed away creating
walls on the sides and obstacles on the way for me to clime over
The bearded man suddenly interrupts me by showing me his finger telling me to be quiet, he seems
very satisfied with him self while doing so as well, he says dont you find it odd that the first thing
you do after wearing a mask is murder? Isnt that prove enough? I feel some what disappointed at
him, jumping at the first thing he considers immoral and trying to prove his point so fast, this
disappointment can be heard in my voice while I answer if you were listening you would have
known that I did it for my friends, the adults tried to take the masks for them selfs he smiles at
what I said as if I was telling him a joke he replys yes reason, no murder is done without a reason,
usually for the good of others like your case, tell me child, were the adults really planing to abandon
you and your friends, after all this time in poverty? I cry out-loud the pig admitted it himself!
the old man cracks one of his fingers and says no he didnt, you just took the answer you wanted
out of him, that pig of yours was in a state of panic and severe pain, and he replied to the question,
if the adults are planing to use the masks, this question can be interpreted as anything, even the use
of selling the masks, do you understand child? You committed murder because you wanted a reason
not because there was one the bearded man watches closely for my response and waits for it, his
words took me by surprise but not because I felt he was right but because of his ability to take what
I presented to him and twist it so that he can get the advantage, luckily I am the one that is suppose
to be convinced not him, I fold my arms and reply to the thing he wanted to make me understand
he answered yes because he simply answered my question, I known him for a long time and would
have known if he didnt understand my question the way I see him listening very closely to every
single word makes it clear for me that he wants to counter my argument even before hearing it the
way you keep calling him a pig tells me otherwise, if he was more than just a figure of hate for you
than you wouldnt call him that, why tell a lie? When you already admitted murder the way he
breaks my confidence in my action is truly an art he mastered, it might have been a bad idea to play
his game, I better move on quickly you dont know him like I did, I shared multiple years under
his care while you rely poorly on speculation, you cant judge what he might have thought I asked
he just smiles at my words and with his eyes makes me feel like I am at the wrong, my face makes
an angry expression but before I can say thing he says even if they planed such a thing it wouldnt
be executed right away they probably wanted to see first if there are buyers to be had in the first
place I am becoming inpatient, this conversation is going far longer than I want to, I better make
that clear for him, my tone is angry and accompanied with such a face as well while I reply this is
not a chance I wanted my friends to take, even if they do find a buyer one less mouth to feed left
them in a better condition than before the bearded man leans backward on his chair and with a
gentle motion of his hand tells me please continue your story than, if thats what you believe his
comment about my believes irritates me but I keep a calm mind for I still have a story to tell any
how, as I was saying I left my friends and set out to a place that wasnt hit by disaster, at that point I
had no idea where to go but as long as I keep forward I knew I will reach some place eventually, I
set foot to the ruins path, puddle of salt water were unavoidable thing and my bare feet got cold
very quickly, but thanks to my life till now I was used to it, I feel like I got lucky with my life until
now and in for the first time in my life didnt curse it, it seems like not all got washed way
completely small sharp pieces of rock and steel were hiding in the sand and puddles around, every

single cut my feet took that used to make an impact before I found the mask was meaningless now,
small red dots of my blood decorated the path I walked, part of me hoped that my friends might
follow it and find me but I knew that I was only wishful thinking, my lonesomeness broke sooner
than I expected though I heard sounds of hold back screams and heavy breathing followed by
repeated slaps on skin, I left my path and followed the sounds till I reach an alleyway, it was
flooded in knee deep water and it stank with the corpses of rats and wet garbage this entire place
felt disgusting and unconformable adding to it was the night that started to fall, I could barely see
the figures that made the sounds but I could see enough to understand what was going on, womans
clothing were floating near the act that I see, they were fancy and probably of the girl holding back
her screams, I looked at what is being done to her and I felt like my body shut down, there were two
man with her that looked like the kind to get their way with strength alone, they were on elevated
ground where the water didnt manage reach yet, it seemed almost like a stage for every one to see
what their doing, one was behind the woman committing an act one cannot forgive, he was
thrusting his waist repeatedly on to the girls and used his hand to push her back down so her head
reaches his accomplice in the crime, the accomplice was holding the girls head by the hair forcing
her down to his waist, all this was done with no mercy, their movement were furious and unkind to
the pain the girl is experiencing, this sight made me remember a certain woman that used to wear
this mask, the one specific moment where she was forced for the first time but not the last, in my
head the pictured seemed clear as day and the feelings towards the act were rushing into me, the
memory is unpleasant and I scream in my head STOP! GET OUT OF ME! the vines that
penetrated my face felt like they were violating my face, my hands want to pull out the mask so the
vines will get out but the moment I touch it I start to feel every design point of the mask, the sharp
teeth smiling in sadistic pleasure, the sharp nose that can stab my hate into the enemy, and my
demonic horns the symbol for this masks inhuman strength, I realize that I shouldnt be the one in
fear of other mans actions, the others need to fear my rage, the others should suffer my wrath!, the
others will die!, this mask was a tool of war and this time I should use it as such, I remember the
barbarian that was called the blood demon in his days of glory, he was what I needed now and he
was the one I took focus on at that moment, thinking of him gave me strength to act and so I did, I
approach the two man still in the act looking down to avoid the horrible sight, waiting for a
response from them, the one forcing the womans head acknowledges my presence and says scram
kid, dont you see were busy here the two man started to laugh from what he says but stop soon
after when I dont show any sighs of moving, the man behind the woman pushes her away so his
tool for the crime comes out making her fall in the progress shocking on the tool of his friend even
more, he approach me and grabs me by the chest of my brown torn up shirt lifting me as if I was a
small doll, he yell at me lost for patience werent you listening! Fuck off! his arm moves to trow
me, while every thing felt slow around me when in my head the thought ringed HE DARED TO
TOUCH ME! HIS FILTHY HAND IS ON ME, my body leans forward while he is still in the
motion of trowing, I smash my head repeatedly over his arm having hold of me, stabbing him with
the masks nose over and over, the holes on his arm created by my nose are close enough to each
other that I move my head too all directions so they would connect and rip the flesh apart, I do it so
he wont heal with out proper care so he will suffer infections and die if I fail to take his life, the
pain I cause him makes him release his grip on me immediately, he falls on his knees and holds his
hand looking in horror of what I done to it, my legs reach the ground and as soon as they do I jump
forward with my fingers stabbing their way deep into the man eyes I dig as deep as I can with them
and pull back my hand with eye bits still sticking on them from the blood, I cant move those fingers
anymore and I realize they broke from the impact, the man screams in pain while his friend is
paralyzed from shock, my goal is to kill so I deliver the killing blow, my finger broken hand
punches inside the screaming mans mouth I reach as deep as my elbow, and take hold with the rest
of my fingers what I can from inside, he trows up blood while I pull out my hand, I look at my now
numb hand and see the man teeth marks grinding all along the way, part of his broken teeth were
sticking on it so I pull them out, while as I expected the man dies and falls to the watery ground, I
looks as his friend and heavy breathing comes out of my mouth, my heart beats faster than I ever

experienced cousin my body to feel light, I want to move and keep going so much energy is going
though me I can barely handle it, the feeling is addicting so I succumb to it, the living man looks at
me with terror and only now trys to run away, he pulls the womans head out of his waist and trys
to stand up, but I am much faster than him, I charge onto him with my still working hand forward, i
grab his throat and push him to the floor while using my thumb to push down on the Adams apple
sticking out the middle of his throat, at first I felt resistance but shortly it broke inside, my thumb
pushed deep into juicy parts and the moment I could hear his struggle for air, I knew his death was
assured, while I stand and walk away from the soon corpse, my ayes travel to the woman I was too
late to safe, her naked appearance trigger memories of the masks past, first they seemed pleasant but
the sounds of the choking man in the background change them to one specific moment involving
the woman from the memory, more pictures of that event run trough my head, they show my hands
around the woman from the memory throat, choking her to death slowly, in my head I scream stop
over and over but the hands wont move, but why would they? i cant change a memory after all,
my eyes tear up and my legs collapse to the ground I look down and while my wish to stop
continues in screams in my head, I ask my self in a whisper, why did it have to be like that? the
choking in the background ring louder and louder feeling like needles stabling my brain, the
pictures keep flashing over and over again with each stab, I realize that I have to stop the sounds or
Ill go crazy for sure!, with out even looking at the man fighting for air my hand grabs his hair and
lifts it slowly from the ground, I grind my teeth and shout in anger before I smash the head with all
my strength into the floor, SHUT!, I shout and lift the head up again slowly, than continue to scream
in anger before smashing it again, THE HELL!, the area where the head was smashed has a pool of
blood created by the wound the ground impact caused, this time I lift the head fast from the puddle
and with the strength I have left I smash it for the final time while shouting, UP!, blood is splashed
around from the puddle receiving the impact and finally no sound can be heard from the choking
man, my mind feels at ease and my heart start to finally slow down, my ayes follow the shadows to
the corner and gaze at the woman hiding out of fear, but this time I feel nothing, the calm mind I
usually have returns, tiredly I ask my self out-loud, what now?, My mind thinks of the hiding
woman and worries till it pains me not to act, even though I feel exhausted questions of her well
being run trough my head, what will she do now?, will she just hide there until she recovers back to
her usual self?, no recovery will take years and she will have to act before that if she wants to
survive, at a time like this she needs some one to take care of her like family or close friends, that is
probably not an option, if she had any one she wouldnt be outside alone so soon after the disaster,
even more so she would have screamed for help when things went wrong with the two guys, I look
at her dress floating nearby and understand she lived an easy life where she had everything she
wanted, she wont make it on her own and probably be forced again and again till she takes her own
life or even worse, the woman that used to wear this mask came to mind, and I know by seeing her
life that being a tool to lust hungry strangers is not a life worth living, I better do what the man did
to his wife in the memory and take her life before she will suffer too much, I made my decision and
look for a tool to carry my act out, while looking the woman keeps worrying me, she might be
pregnant now, if I would spare her life will she love that child and be able to take care of it? At how
things look now the worst thing for her survivability right now is to be pregnant, she wont make
it whats the difference than if I end it now? She will suffer less, her pain will be over before she
has the time to feel disgusted from her body, before she will scratch her skin out till she bleeds and
before her heart becomes a void no more able to feel anything but self hatred, she wont make it with
such feelings I expand my search from the stage to the knee deep water, and while looking I
finally find something that will make my task easier, its a long rusty metal screw, must have been
used to hang something heavy over a wall, if I use this screw Ill have to aim carefully where I hit so
her death will be quick and painless, choosing the right spot will be difficult, penetrating a skull is
difficult specially with something so thin, another option is her heart but her ribcage is in the way I
have to aim to the precise spot between the ribs so it will not penetrate the lung, with this plan in
mind I walk towards the woman, she is aware of my presence and shivers even more, with each step
I take she curls into a ball even more, she doesnt want me to see her but its impossible to hide now,

she might feel my killing intent because she doesnt have the courage to even look at me, I draw
closer to her till I can hear her scared heavy breathing, my only usable hand holds the screw and
reaches out to her wrist, the moment I grab it, her heavy breathing stops, she starts screaming while
running away from me but I keep my hold on her, I pull her back towards me and she falls on her
back, this is my chance, I let go of her and raise my hand with the screw high for the blow that is to
come, my eyes lock on the spot between her ribs close to the heart and I deliver a powerful blow
with all the strength I have left in me, I feel my muscles rip apart while doing so, I look where I hit
and see something that angers me, I missed the spot by just a few inches, she is in pain and
experiencing internal bleeding, I broke her rib bone and penetrated the lung, I think of a way that i
can maybe end her suffering but there is nothing I can do, my hands wont response to my
commands, the muscles ripped apart and the bones broke, even if I knew a way it wont matter I cant
do anything now, I failed now with blood in her lung she drowns slowly, I see in her eyes that she
wont fight her death, i release a breath of relief, her pain wont take long and she will fall to eternal
rest any minute now, I turn my back on the three corpses I created in shame and return to the path I
walked before I witnessed the cruelty of those man
the bearded man taps with his middle finger on the wooden table, the slight length of his nail echoes
a strong sound around the room, that sound manages to break my concentration so I stop speaking
and stare at the man dissatisfied, of course he expected for me to react that way and stares right
back at me, an uncomfortable silence is shared between us, this silence takes longer than I am
willing to wait so I break it by asking what is it?... surprisingly his eyes still Pierce into mine, he
replys yes, what really is it? unlike him I dont feel like wasting any more time so I address the
obvious issue he had with my tale, I ask in a bored voice you want to talk about the choice I took
regarding the woman, dont you? the bearded man stops his piercing glare and expresses a
frustrated look, followed by the words what is there left for me to prove for you? Isnt it enough
that you committed 4 murders in which all of them have been under no less than torture to its
victims? it annoys me to return to this argument but I realize that unless I prove to him my reasons
are justified he wont let the matter go, so I release a deep breath and collect my thoughts for my
upcoming answer and I reply the deaths I committed had never been out of pleasure but were to
ensure the safety of others indicated by his sudden beard stroking, I can see that my words left the
bearded man to ponder, shortly after he gazes at me with curios eyes, and replys that is a lie,
seeing him putting my words so bluntly into lies puts me off guard, so I reply confused what could
I possibly enjoy in such an act that I would risk my body to such an extent to experience it? the
bearded man smiles slightly pointing at me lazily as if he`s mocking me, saying to scratch an itch,
or should I say your masks habit dont you think its possible? After all, its very common for
masks to develop a habit, if enough hosts perform a certain act regularly it becomes an instinct that
is very hard to resist, maybe the masks personality made you kill all those victims, maybe your a
victim yourself his words invoke anger within me, he is such a fool that he thinks I was only an
empty husk the mask controlled, holding no will power of my own, I am sick of his constant attacks
towards the masks disregarding all the lives they hold within them, my anger almost bursts out of
me but I resist my violent urge and express it in words instead, My masks past has nothing to do
with my actions! Why wont you understand that the choices I did were my own! the bearded man
puts down his pointing hand and uses it to rest his head on it, his smile remains and he says in a
patronizing voice we will see about that in your dreams, as they hold the memories of your masks
past, you had to sleep at some point in your journey here, no? a chuckle sounds trough his lips as
he finished talking, my blood boils even more thanks to that but I feel that this is what he wants for
some reason this knowledge helps me to calm down and move the discussion forward, by
replying you wont have to wait long than I pause for a moment to watch in the bearded mans eyes
that I peeked his interest and continue what I said after saving the woman from her fate, I decided
to continue my journey, I returned to the path with my broken body and deal with its tiring weight
upon me, a sudden strong weigh, a sudden strong wind blows in my direction causing me to shiver
in place, its cold grasp reminds me night is falling, I look at how the meaty chunks I used to call
arms flap by the winds force, a feeling of frustration over whelms my body, I start to ponder about

how weak it is, what use is this body if I cant even withstand the masks force? frustration turns to
anger when the feeling of those same arms hitting my torso cuts my chain of thought, my constant
remainder of my weakness annoys to me such a degree that I am willing to rip out those chunks of
meat just to be released of it, this anger I cant do anything about for now fuels my body causing me
to increase my phase, hours go by and I grow bored of the scenery around me, the idea itself amuses
me, can a person really get bored seeing all he knew in ruins?, feeling the masks weight gives me
the answer I sought, of course I get bored and of course the life I had up to this point means nothing
to me anymore, thanks to this mask what I used to have seems so small now, thanks to it I seen
many lives and different places all across the past ages, but it doesnt feel like I am an outsider
watching what happened to strangers, it feels like I was part of their lives just like how their lives
are now part of mine, my mind starts to feel comfort in thinking of the masks past, the more I think
of it the more relaxed I become, sadly I am brought back to reality when my legs stop moving, they
become numb from exhaustion and wont respond to my commands, my body starts to collapse into
the ground, I had become light headed because I feel my self falling but do nothing to stop it, after
hitting the wet floor I think to myself this is a good opportunity to rest and use my remaining
strength to turn my self onto my back, I glare at the sky and notice the night has passed, the bright
sky almost glows in its blue magnificence, while the welcoming sun warms my cold broken body,
my eyes become heavy and the sun light starts to dim, those must be the sighs of death
approaching but I embrace the comfort of unconsciousness to forget about it, all I see now is
darkness trapped in a void but soon enough it changes to bright color and sound, it swallows me
inside and I notice that slowly a picture is formed around me. what i see now feels familiar but I
remember now, this place belongs to some one else, this is a memory reborn and for now it is my
burden to relive it, it is not only the surroundings that changed but also my body, it changed into
one I never had or experienced but feels natural all the same, silk hair black as the human heart
decorates this bodys head, silver eyes and blood red lips allow it sight and speech, this body has
slender shoulders leading down to its now revealed woman form, forcibly striped out the cloths
that covered me I lye exposed in front the lust hungry man, I am not scared or moved in any way, I
got used to the nature of my existence, it is another rich mans celebration that caused a whore like
me to be summoned to his mansion, as expected the guests are part of my torture tonight, they wear
blue robes with nothing underneath, their skin is slightly red so I assume they must be straight out
the hot springs, the rope reveals the tattoos of different deities covering most of the guests torso, I
recognize some of them and understand that I am dealing with high ranking criminals, each of them
has probably committed countless murders and will do so again with out a flinch, this thought
invokes within me a sense of relief, finally I am granted costumers that wont hold back like the
others before, this time for sure ill receive the death I sought so long ago. besides me stands a
woman I never met, she is the same as me destined to suffer under the power of man, unlike me
though her blue eyes have a spark of hope left within them but she turns her gaze away from the
man so they wont notice, we are brought to a smaller room left under the care of two man inside,
the room is filled with luxurious items all around, from the patterns on the futon up to the masks
and ancient swords hanged over the wall, I could not make further details about the room until I was
pushed inside with the other woman, standing paralyzed we wait for what is to come, one of the
man with out any sense of self control grabs me by the wrist and pulls me towards him, his chest
stops my fall and he helps himself to touch my defiled body, this gross sensation never faltered
before and it doesnt this time as well, my eyes travel to the woman that was besides me a moment
ago, I see the other man approaching her entranced by her compared to me younger body, my head
gets forced back by the hand of the man taking hold of me, after making eye contact with me he
pushes his thumb on to my chin forcing it open, his slimy tongue reaches out into my mouth
moving to all corners, I hold my tongue in place not allowing him the pleasure he seeks out of it, he
leans back and looks at me annoyed before he slaps me on my cheek with enough force to put me
out of balance and fall on to the floor, I release no scream or sigh of pain from the mans slap, just
wait while in thought, pain is nothing for me now all I need is death by this mans hand, I think of a
plan carefully in to how I can aggravate the short tempered man in such a degree he wont bother

punishing me and deliver a quick death instead, as expected criminals were never the patient sort so
he waists no more time to make it clear why I am here, he speaks out in an intimidating voice
know your place whore!, I own you tonight, and you will do what I say he adds to his point a
strong kick into ribs just for good measure, the man waits for my response to his words, so I think
carefully before replying, I know he will keep damaging my body unless I comply, resistance wont
be enough to cause him enough anger so I need to do a more active role in his anger and I know just
how I look at the man with scared eyes and nod, I feel nothing of the sort but I know its an easy
way to make people like him feel superior and relax, the man likes what he sees and pulls my hair
up forcibly with his hand, lifting me up to my knees, being in this begging position I prepare to
execute my plan but before that I look at the other woman one last time, she is being harassed by
the other man near the corner of the room right under one of the ancient weapons, at least her buyer
seems to be gentle compared to mine, not that it matters, what I am about to do will certainly effect
her sanity, I hope she can handle it my gaze has returned to the man to my front when he brushes
his drooling rod across my cheek, this man wont wait any longer so I reach out my hand and grab
the mans rod with my four fingers near the base and the thumbs nail near the tip of the rod, my
thumb puts pressure upwards while the four others downwards, the pressure from both opposite
sides creates a breaking point in the middle, slowly the resistance becomes weaker and weaker
when finally it broke into half, blood burst out and flows down my wrist which made me only
now realize the deep cut my thumb nail created, it cut deep enough for me to feel the insides of the
tip, fortunately I wont have to examine it any longer, the rods owner screams in panic and kicks me
away from him, he dares not to touch his broken flesh and stands dumbfounded before me, quickly
his pain stabilizes and he starts to realizes whats going on, he changes his expression into one that is
over whelmed by anger, I broke more than his pride and my only salvation is death, he breaths
heavily while approaching me slowly, his eyes look onto the ground so not to look at me, his anger
is contained but how long will it take till he decides to finally explode, I got what I wanted but I feel
terrified, not from death nor from pain but from this persons killing intent, it drives him near
maddening rage, and makes me feel small and helpless, even if I wanted to live I cant no more...
this fright forces me to crawl back from his every step until I reach the wall, shortly he stands
before me, reaches out his hand and grabs me by the hair while pulling me toward the middle of the
room, shortly he trows me with out releasing his grip, a big chunk of torn hair remains still in his
grasp when my body slams on its back, the man drops on his knees and grabs forcefully one of my
breasts as if it was a piece of cloth, I feel the crushing pressure of his grip almost tearing my skin
apart but its only the beginning, this mans revenge is far from over, the other hand clenches into a
fist and with all its might attacks my face repeatedly, each punch feels stronger than the last, its
force travels across my body and shakes it with every punch, slowly my face becomes a mush of
cracked bone and blood, I regret nothing because I deserve this fate, this is the best a woman like
me can hope for but just when I am about to accept this serenity the punching stops, I feel a
liquid dropping from above me and look to its sours, I see blood spilling off the mans neck and the
woman from before standing behind him with a weapon at hand, with barely enough strength left
withing me I reach out to the woman, she gives me a mask that was hung some where inside the
room and waits for me to grab it, such a cruel joke I deserve death and yet I had the luck to be
spared by this brave woman I found so naive a moment ago, my body feels too weak to hold any
object at its state so I drop her gift, the woman put on me the mask on her own and its roots take
their toll upon me, the pain seems unnoticeable and like the rest of the abuse I endured, it vanished
into the void inside my heart, but the memories of the masks past invoke within me something
stronger than I can bear, i feel the void filling up more and more, my heart feels like a well filing to
its brim eventually over flowing, than I realize it is not more suffering adding to the void, but the
void bursting out releasing its contents, it all makes sense to me what I just learned makes my
wish of death feel like a lie, only now I realize how to fulfill my wish, only now I see how much
easier it is to fight back, the mask thought me with the experiences of others that all humans by
instinct are build to survive every challenge they come across, to wish death is to fight your nature
by birth, to wish death is to discard your humanity itself, with this knowledge I lift my self up to my

feet, the shame of what man made me wish for consumes my heart, the only way to feel better with
my self is to repay what they have done to me, I want revenge, I need carnage! As swift as the wind
I grab a rusty spear off the wall, my movement feels smooth and precise, I run outside the room
seeking my prey, while in movement I look left and right, listen to the slightest sound, soon I find a
room with man having the same intentions as those I dealt with before, I hear behind me the
running footsteps of the woman who gifted me this mask, she wants to stop me but I wont let her,
this is something I have to do if I ever wish to live on, I break into the room just to find two man
using woman like my self for their selfish desires, they hear me entering and move away from the
woman, the man are not scared but surprised never the less, they try to reach out for the swords
laying besides their clothes, but I have the advantage and strike first, so I stab my spear into one of
the men backs, pushing my weight onto the spear pole, the flesh is pierced deeper and deeper and
reaches bone, a euphoria like feeling takes over my body, I want to penetrate deeper and prolong the
suffering he deserves, I tell to my self that bone wont stop me! and pull downwards even more
while twisting the spear sideways, bone cracks and my spear reaches the ground, I pull out the spear
and stab once more, my hands move faster and faster, one hole after another are pierced into the
laying man, the other one runs outside the room, unfortunately for him the brave woman blocks his
path, he doesnt slow down and hopes to break trough, the woman moves slightly aside and
prepares her blade for the killing blow, the man understands its a game of luck now and takes his
chances to break trough, with even more speed the charges ahead, looking carefully the womans
movements in the short time he reaches the door, she waits till he barely passes her and his back in
turned to her preventing to see her actions, the odds were never in his favor specially now so she
decapitates the mans head in one accurate swing, I look at my pray and he seems long dead not even
the slightest twitching can be seen of it no matter how much I move the blade, the woman
approaches me and speaks in an aggressive tongue he is not our target, the leader is upstairs, if I
ever see you again doing something so stupid that could risk our mission ill deliver your death
personally her words tell me that she is more than meets the eye, I decide to play along, she steps
outside the room and gestures me to follow her, we reach the front door and watch carefully the
guard that he wont spot us, after a short while the guard turns his back and the woman trows her
long knife onto the guards neck, killing him silently in an instant, the woman turns to me and points
downward, from what I understand from her eyes she wants me to stay in place, I cant resist her
gaze and obey her order, the woman runs towards the entrance and opens it slowly making sure no
one is outside, than she calls out in a bird like sound and waits, soon four masked woman dressed
completely in black appear, one bows before the brave woman with clouts like her own in hand, the
brave woman takes the clouting dressing in an instant while saying thank you, the woman passes
soon after a mask, that resembles
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She with all four women run up the stairs simultaneously in a line, I hold my spear tightly at hand
and decide to not let them have all the fun, so I run after them, in a mare second they clime up the
immanence flight of stairs, their speed is incredible It feels like I can barely keep up their phase,
soon they turn to the hall on the left, I see a group of five guards noticing the masked women
approaching, luckily confusion seems to delay the guards actions, quickly the brave woman takes
out of her left bag a strange tilted blade connected to a chain and swings it in an arc, letting the
blade itself slice the five man all at once, only some drop down from fetal wounds while the others
continue to run towards the women, she pulls the chain strongly enough for it to build momentum
that lets the blade cut one of the remaining mans legs on its way back, now remain only two guards,
than one of the women pulls out a long knife finishing the remaining guards in two quick stabs to
the neck, I stand in awe before what I just seen, I ask myself how have they slain five man in mere
seconds as if it was nothing? soon excitement runs trough my veins, I want to see more of what they
can do, so I follow, the five women stand in front of the door the five men were guarding,
preparing their positions for the attack, suddenly I hear more guards approaching from behind me, I
look back and see a group of at least a dozen guards running towards us, so I ready my spear and

think of a way to counter their attacks, after looking back at the women i noticed they charged
inside the room already, so I pursue them inside, when I am about to pass the door frame I notice
that my spear is stopped by something in mid air, luckily I soon notice there is a thin metallic string
attached on the upper part of the two door frames blocking passage, its placement seems weird but
I know there is no time to figure out what going on so I just duck under it, when I enter the room I
see a headless corpse and no sighs of the five women from before, I notice an open window across
the room and look outside, I manage to grasp only a glimpse of the women whereabout in the
distance, covered by night they will probably lose them very quickly if I dont hurry, than I hear the
guards entering the room behind me, they seem startled by a man that was decapitated by the string
that was placed on the entrance, realizing the strings purpose I jump outside the window and run
towards the direction I seen the women heading into, knowing that if the guards spot me from the
window ill defiantly put my self and the women at risk I sprint as fast as I can forward, my body
moves like an arrow trough the wing acceding even the speed of a tamed horse, the slim light
provided by the moon feels almost useless when moving so fast, I cant manage to see ahead too
well and soon fall inside the forest entrance, I sense a presence in front of me and when I look up I
see no less than the woman who rescued me not long ago, she stands armed crossed and after a light
shrug she replys took you a while... with slight embarrassment I stand up not knowing what to do
next, luckily she continues saying i just been informed that you are not part of us, who are you
exactly? And why did you attack that man back there? I look down unable to answer even though I
know very well why I look at her and see her patience running short so I reply to the easiest
question my name is Mari, as a whore I was assigned to pleasure the men in the mansion even
though her eyes were covered from the darkness I can feel her gaze examining me carefully than
she reaches towards her side bag and pulls out a mid sized blanket, she hands it to me and asks in a
gentle voice why did you follow us? I try to remember the last time anyone bothered to do me
any favor and feel touched by her second gift, I accept it gladly and reply i had nowhere else to
go even if I had, it wouldnt matter. I cant rest because of what men have done to me... than i
look her in the eyes with determination and hope I lost so long ago and continue I want to be like
you and kill every criminal that dares to think he can get away with treating women like property to
be used she chuckles slightly from my words and offers me her hand, it confuses me slightly but
something tells me I can trust her, so I take her offer and reach out to her, she replies calmly your
joining is not for me to decide, but I will lead you to the one who is, but you must not show your a
treat, please remove the mask I take back my hand and use it to hold the mask closer to my face,
she than moves the hand she offered into her bag and takes out a thin rope, I step back while
experiencing a heavy feeling of betrayal, she sees my movement and hesitantly reaches closer with
her hand while speaking out softly dont fear, the mask is yours till death parts you from it, I am
only providing you a way to carry it with you, I let her hand reach closer until it reaches the masks
surface, the wood lives and reacts to her touch, sending some its energy to grow more roots but as
soon as she moves up to the masks horns the energy vanishes, she ties one end of the rope to the
horn that is hugging the one besides it, so she does to the one on the other side of the mask with the
remaining end. She hands me the tied rope and awaits for me to remove the mask, I remove it
slowly making sure not to pull out the roots to strongly, my body feels weak again and I remember
the injuries my face endured I dont want her to see me like that not now that I decided to live on, I
hang the rope over my shoulder and quickly cover my face with both my hands, I hear her soothing
voice calming me down while she tenderly moves away my hands with her own please dont hide,
I want to see your resolve with my own eyes she looks at my damaged face and after a small sigh
touches my cheek and continues what she said good... the moment she finishes saying that I
suddenly feel a sack getting pulled over my head and closing onto my neck with a piece of rope, I
hear the brave woman trying to comfort my shock by caressing my hand gently while saying no
need to be alarmed Mari, its only a precaution we have to make so you wont know where were
heading even though I believe what she said I still feel a bit anxious, she pulls my hand to the
direction were heading slowly in to the forest until we stop on a road and are loaded onto a cart, up
to this point we shared complete silence while every time my efforts to break it were rejected by

even more silence, this entire time she had hold of my hand it soothed my nerves making me almost
feel sleepy, in a time that feels like an entire day we reach our destination, the brave woman drags
me inside some sort of a building from what I can tell and leads me down some stairs, when the bag
that covered my head is removed, I see a man standing before me. His clothes seem unfamiliar and
foreign as if he is from a country far away. He wears a white coat-like robe with long wide sleeves
and a round hat that has a thin piece of white cloth hanging over the mans face. He stands with both
his hands behind his back and speaks to the brave woman who is this? And why did you bring her
here?. She bows down not daring to look at the questioning man and replies I seen much potential
in this woman and request your approval to let her join us. The man replies to the bowing woman
how much longer are you planing to milk the cow of your one success? I have grown long since
tired of your requests of late, discard of the woman and be warned, next time it shall be you who
will be discarded off. One of the woman behind me grabs both my hands and awaits the brave
womans decision, she tries to persuade the man despite his warning please sir, we have been
losing lately more and more of our comrades to the Oddgang. We need all the help we can get.
After slowly removing his hands from behind his back to the sides of his body the man coldly
answers how much longer must i forgive your insolence?... Its only because of your recent loss
that I have been patient with you. And now for the last time you shall witness my compassion, even
if you speak truth we have no need for a woman with a broken spirit that lost the will to fight back
long ago. His words anger me how dare he judge me as if he knows me! I look at The brave
woman but she stays silent, I wont risk her life any longer, its time for me to show him how much I
cherish my life, so I reply in her stead how entertaining, a pig that actually believes he has even the
slightest idea of the bounds of the women spirit, so arrogant... The small head movement of the
white dressed man tells me I drawn his attention so I continue trough out this entire day I have
developed quite a hunger, how lovely of you being dressed all in white arrogant piggy. Have you
prepared your own funeral just to feed me perhaps? An irritated tone can be heard from the white
dressed man while he says you should have watched your tongue whore, now only a painful death
is worthy of you. Angered even more by his words I kick the knee of the woman having hold over
my hands behind me, she flinches and I release my self from her grip, swiftly I grab the mask
hanging over my shoulder and announce with my eyes my ill intentions while I put the mask over
my face, I try to charge towards the man but I am stopped by two long knifes drawn towards my
neck by the other two women, the white dressed man arrogantly replies did you really expect my
servitors to just stand by while you try to harm me? I step back away from the knifes and answer i
admit I relayed too much on my gut feeling this time, but it made me realize how much those
women respect the one you carelessly blame for insolence. The man moves his hand sideways to
order the women to stand down and replies you're not as sharp as you claim to be if you assume
they do not follow my rule and respect me because of it. I prepare my body to charge once more
and say arrogant words from the arrogant pig, I do not sense from those women that they follow
you out of loyalty, but for another reason entirely. Very different from the tone he used before he
sounds amused while he replies is that so... Is this perhaps women intuition I heard so much about?
Or are you just gifted as a spy? Well no matter, you have proven to be more than I expected and for
that I congratulate you, but I know you would prefer my blood over my praise, so let me quench
your thirst by accepting your challenge... with one hand behind his back and the other in-front of
him in a shape of a tigers paw he moves his stance sideways and continues with the words come if
you dare delighted by his proposal I charge towards him while screaming Sure! Lets paint this
place red! Initiating the first blow, I aim my punch towards the white mans chest. As expected his
front hand is used to grab incoming attacks, so I respond with an immediate stomp on his front foot,
thanks to my superior strength, my stump manages to make him flinch, taking advantage of the
opportunity, I use my other hand to punch the mans face so he may release his grip, but
unexpectedly he recovers sooner than I anticipated and moves the hand he grabbed before to block
my attack, making me inflict damage to myself, a direct hit from my own strength is way more than
I can handle so the damaged hand becomes numb and motionless, with my blood still boiling I
continue punching rapidly with the undamaged hand, because of my speed the white dressed man

only manages to block the incoming attacks. using the time I have ,I start thinking of a plan but
suddenly he dodges a punch and moves one step closer, before I manage to move back he lifts his
knee toward my stomach with enough force to lift my entire body up in the air from the impact, he
doesnt stop there and continues with a barrage of attacks to the same area, the palm of his hand
takes weird piercing shapes using his fingers while he attacks my stomach, reaching deeper and
deeper within my skin, when he finally stops to rest I notice the internal bleeding he inflicted upon
me, I feel like puking my heart out but if I fall to that urge my body will weaken even more so I
resist, my body falls to its knees trying to recover, soon I hear the man speak arrogantly how did
you expect to beat me with such unrefined technique are you perhaps a weapon wielder? Or are
you just a barking bitch with no bite.? I start to wonder how could he possibly gone this far with
out some one teaching that arrogant bastard some manners, it is I who needs to be the one it seems...
with even more anger fueling my body I stand back up and answer Yes I wont mind at all
shoving a spear up your piggy ass so I can roast you properly by the fire. The man returns to his
stance from before but this time both his hands are in-front of him in a fist shape, he replies a
demon must have taken over your tongue, it must be cut and clenched of evil this time I let him
take the initiative and wait a little before replying Come at me if you dare, Piggy. accepting my
invention he approaches me with incredible speed, his motion seems as if he is sliding forward
instead of running, what ever he is planing being on the defensive relieves me of worrying over his
counter attacks but it wont matter if I dont manage to dodge or block them, from what I seen up
until now that his speed far surpasses mine, so the only option I am left with is preparing a trap of
some sort, I need to think of something he would never expect, something that only a masked
person can perform, until than I am as good as dead, it seems like the time for thinking is over I am
now with in his reach, like a sharp toothed beetles mouth he prepares to collide both his fists to
crush my body between them in a single blow, unable to block an attack form both sides my only
option left is to get as close as possible to at least avoid the two colliding fists, I set my plan to
motion and jump towards the mans chest, the collision behind me emits a strong booming sound
making its bone shattering strength very clear, recovering from this knowledge I waste no time, and
make sure he doesnt get the chance to place his arms around me to squeeze me to death by trying
to do so myself, suddenly the white dressed man in an almost frantic notion lifts up his arms, and
smashes his elbows on to my shoulders, being overwhelmed by the cheer force of his blow, my
body drops to its knees. the man uses this chance to jump away from me as fast as possible while
holding closely to the cloth in front of his face, it seems like I scared him a little, it is safe to say
that he must have some sort of comfort zone that is necessary to keep his face hidden, knowing that
makes me feel like a child receiving a toy for the first time, my body jumps up from its knees in
excitement, a plan slowly conjures inside my mind, and I can taste victory, underneath the mask a
smile escapes my lips while my eyes stab my newly found resolve towards the white dressed man,
the event from before combined with my presence make him prepare a defensive strategy, once
more he stands with one hand behind his back and the other near his chest in a tiger paw form, now
is the time to execute my plan! So I charge ahead, fist first aiming towards the mans chest I attack
but retract immediately, just as I expected the man like before tries to block the attack and take hold
of my fist but he is too slow, than I jump up slightly so my kick might reach high enough to hit the
mans head, using the same hand he punches the attacking leg breaking it in the process, but to his
surprise the punch supplys me with enough momentum to the other side of the body to propel me
back at the man, letting me reach out with my hand towards his hat, claiming it as my own, before
his immediate reaction to cower his face I manage to grasp a glimpse upon his it, as slight as the
moment was it was enough to engrave his deformed face into my brain forever, his skin seemed
shriveled and dry covered in a blackish color, his eyes were missing and seemed as if were ripped
out, there were signs of missing flesh with bone fragments sticking out the faces corners, from sight
alone I can tell he reeks of sickness. After covering his face the white dressed man slowly backs
away, I joyfully watch his retreat until he reaches the wall, his cursed face is no excuse for his
arrogance so I make us of his plight and say what your hiding there Little piggy, is it your snout
perhaps? the white dressed man sits down in the corner before he replies with a short chuckle

such a dirty trick, so this is what your mask is worth... how disappointing his words irritate more
than his previous comments, a person like him has no right to judge the people that thought me the
true worth of living, how can he be so simple minded and still claim to be a person to be respected,
the more I spend time with this bastard the more genuine my rage towards him is, I will not let him
insult my my teachers even a second longer, trough out my voice I express my sincere hatred and
say dont you dare bad mouth my teachers as if you have the slightest idea of what they have been
trough, if you take your words back I might consider to spare you, but be warned dont get your
hopes up! now I am a sword and this mans words will be the warrior pulling me out the sheath, I
given him a last chance to stop my wrath, and his words are your teachers you say fine lets even
the playing field, and let your teachers collide with mine that their worth was known trough out
history to create the Celestial Beast! the brave woman behind me calls out to the white dressed
man no! You must not! the white dressed man replies in a whisper worry not it will only take a
moment the white dressed man takes out a blue mask from his left sleeve, it has two sharp blades
on the inner part of its eye sockets that cut the sleeve on its way out its design resembles [INSERT
TEXT HERE]
he starts to push the mask upon his face with a stabling sound soon followed, blood drips down the
mans face underneath the mask and he stands slowly up with both his hands in front of him, his
palms rest lifeless in place while his head rests down the same fashion, the man jumps forward an
incredible distance reaching me point blank, he pushes me to the ground and steps on my throat
before I manage to even react, I try to remove his leg but its too stiff it seems as if his knee cant be
bend even if he himself wished so, the man says in an empty voice remove her mask... the women
do so immediately and carefully remove the mask from my face, his step seems even stronger now
and I cant breath, the man says you proven your worth by forcing me into his form you shall be
spared fighting for air my jaw is wide open, suddenly he drops something from his hand into my
mouth, its some kind of powder and herb, but before I can make any details I start to lose
consciousness, everything becomes a blur and the voices around me echo around the room, the light
becomes dim slowly becoming blackness, everything is quiet now and the memory I just relived is
over, I know she survived this endeavor but I cant help but feel uneasy,