Cult of the Mask

I have not done one of these in a while, it is another one of my timed writing exercisies, this one I am tempted to perhaps continue on and make into something more, something of it speaks to me, but becasue I initialy did write this all just off the top of my head, there is still much of it, and the charactars involved that remain a mystery to me.

Cult of the Mask

          She lowered her mask. A few dark strands of her hair, previously held up by the mask now fell forward into her face. Her lips pursed tightly together while she fixed her icy stare upon me, and held me in place, as if I was paralyzed under her gaze. I knew she was beyond angry. I was in utterly shocked to discover that it was her all along.

What had made her reveal herself? I could not help but to ponder to myself. The room swirled around me, and I was aware of nothing else in the haze of noise, light, colors. It all just meshed together in one blur as she stood there just before him. It felt as if everything and everyone was revolving around us, and we were frozen in time. The only thing I could hear was the thump of my heart within my chest. What could I say?

She would be the first to break this silence between us and jolt me out of this dream like state, back into reality, but if I was grateful for this or not, I could not say at the time. Though she spoke only one word her voice cracked like a whip, and that one word, pierced through my flesh and bone, to my very soul. It was not just what she said, but the way in which she said it. Though her voice held nothing but wrath, her face, was pure anguish. "Fenton!" With my name said like a curse upon her lips I knew I was trapped.

I tried my best to stammer some reply but it would do no good, the words were weak, as if everything had been sucked out of me, and my mind could not think. "Look, It is not what you think. I know how that sounds, but you must trust me, please" I felt a pit sink to the bottom of my stomach, was that the best I could do to defend myself? How could anyone believe me? But it was true, perhaps I am the first and only person to ever speak true when I say it was not how it looked, but how could I tell her the truth? I did not know, and I am not sure it would have mattered then.

She was gone lost within the crowd as soon as I blinked she vanished. I could do nothing at first but stand there gaping as my mind began to race. What was she doing here anyway? How could it have truly been her all along? The words kept tumbling over each other in my mind. I felt so completely lost. I would try to call after her, knowing then it would do no good my voice just fading in the crowd and she was gone. Would she ever speak to me again?

Tears streaked out of Erila’s eyes to stain her soft cheeks, though she would quickly slip the mask back into place to hide before anyone could see or know who she was. How could he of all people do this to her? Why was he even here? She felt faint and needed to escape quickly.

She pressed through the gathered crowed heading for the nearest exit. She could stay here no longer. Erila stumbled outside all but falling over herself into the fresh night air. "What troubles you darling? She froze at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from the very darkness and spun around to see Luca approaching.

8:09 AM - 3/31/2007 - post comment

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Yes, please, more of this. Quite mysterious. Tingles in all
the right places!

DarthTsynn - 8:14 AM - 3/31/2007

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