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The Man Behind The Mask…

The birds sound sweet outside my window, raindrops from last nights storm running down the window sill. Salt on the wind from the sea wakes up the slumbering villagers to a new day.
I dragged myself out of bed, thumping my feet down the stairs. I can hear the ocean, the waves brushing the shore. Slumping down on the couch I hear a tap on the door, I was debating wither to get it or not when my legs got a mind of their own, I opened the door to get a fright of my life.
A man dressed head to toe in black, I couldn't even see his face. It got cold suddenly the winds picking up to a bellowing blow, my hair whip around my face so I didn't see the figure coming towards me, too late he grabbed me. His grip was so tight like being held in shackle that were tightened to maximum.
When I awoke all I could think was the line from the Wizard of OZ, we aren't in Censes  anymore. It was cold and damp with a taste of suite, the smell of a fire in the distance. Thinking of the warm soothing fire just made me colder.
I was in a cell and I had no idea what I had done or was doing. I hide from the world in my beach front cottage, at work I smiled and got on with the work just wanting to come back home. What had I done?
Did I smile when I shouldn't have or didn't when I should? What had I done to annoy someone this much, to chain me up like an animal?
An evil enchanting laugh breaks my thoughts, who's there I tried to say but I was so thirsty it came out as a small breath. A figure came close but stayed in the shadows so I couldn't make out his face, a warm but ruff hand was placed on my cheek, but yet fear did not roar through me like a raging bull… why?
My stomach exploded in rage and I let my thoughts escape through my moth, I screamed "get your filthy hands away from me, you kidnap me and are too afraid to show your face. You're a bloody coward". He whipped his hand away, I heard his feet shuffle and the door slammed. All alone  again
Next morning he had a mask on to come out the shadow, he was carrying a plate of food. I was so afraid to eat in case it lead to my instant death. Who was the man behind the mask?
That question ran through my head… Who was the man behind the mask?
I heard a voice out side the door, " are you warm"  the voice was ruff, I wondered if I said I was cold would he cook me like Hansel cooked the mean old witch. Yet again my anger exploded  and I couldn't hold it back, "Am I bloody warm you ask me, do I look it. I'm in a damp cell on a cold floor and YOU ASK ME IF I'M WARM" I couldn't help but to scream the last part.
"I'm sorry, it's orders" he sounded different, sweeter.
"Orders, I'll give you orders, LET ME GO" , I've lost it by now
The man seemed to cower away from me, I would as well. i felt like I was an erupting volcano wanting to burn anything and everything around me. He came out with something I never thought he would, "you sound just like him".
"I sound like who, why am I here" I was in hysterics.
"I can't say it's orders", who the hell does this guy think he is.
"What are your order, because I want someone who can tell me what I want to know"
"I'm the only one here, I can't leave and you can't leave either", he was completely different from before, eviler but enchanting. I was starting to wonder if it was an act, to make me feel I was getting somewhere or he had a split personality, I didn't know what to fear more. I referred to it like Doctor Jackal and a Dr Jekyll kind-of deal.
It carried on for a few weeks or so I thought it did, time seemed to stop here. Dr Jekyll (the sweeter one) liked to help or just stay out of the more prominent figures way, Mr Hyde (evil and enchanting one) preferred to cause pain and seemed to be more dominant just my luck Jackal never let Hide out much.
Now 'The Question' was doing marathons on over drive in my mind. Who was the man behind the mask?
I tried my luck every morning, asking who he was or if he could just take off the mask. Even though they were different the answer was always the same, "it's not orders, so you don't need to know", who the hell gives this guy orders.
I finally gained the courage to tell them to take me to their leader, I felt as though I was an alien on a new planet except I didn't come in peace, but if I ever meet the other personality I'd probably come back in pieces. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, "Fine you want to meet The Master, the you shall meet The Master" it was Jackals tone.
A ball gathered in my throat, I just had to freak out now. Down hallways, through passage ways till we got to a god like old door. A window shattering creek was let off when the door was opened, there was a throne in the middle of the room but no one was there. The man started talking to the empty room.
"Master I brought her" he sounded relived like a burden had been lifted of his shoulders. I thought I was going down loony lane but there he was having an actual conversation with an empty room, I bit my lip as if to hold in the senses of sanity washing over me followed with a small wave of curiosity his stance changed to sitting on the chair with a superior look to his movements.
"Thank-you" he answered himself so calmly and smoothly, like his movements he felt superior to his other personalities and me, next stop loony central. I wondered if he could see his other personality standing beside me, I wanted to test it out by waving my hand in the open space but he walked to me slowly changing his posture and expression so I never got the chance to test my theory, who was he this time or was this someone I had never met before.
"She doesn't believe us" it was the familiar husky voice I knew, Mr Hyde. I don't believe what?, I wanted to shout at him but I was so afraid I would laugh in his face and with a new personality shown and god knows how many others hiding within him, what would they do to me for disrespecting 'Master' or was the better question what would 'Master' do to me?
He started moving again changing posture to suite the 'Master's' persona, if I ever make it out here and I tell this story to an authority figure I'll be the one talking to myself in the loony farm, I noticed him staring at me rather creepily through the eye holes in his mask and as soon as I looked at him you could have swore that the phrase 'as sly as a fox' was made to describe him as he said "she will", only two words but both were dripping with blood lust, it sent shivers up my spine and then as if from the far corners of my mind I could feel something wrong but all I could think was, who was the man behind the mask?
I finally bucked up the courage and asked,
"What do I not believe", It was no more than a whisper but he could still hear me, he was waiting for this because the minute those words escaped my mouth I knew my fate was sealed. His smile could be felt forming behind the mask but I wasn't scared, all I felt was rage rising from the pit of my stomach.
"Your purpose", spoken this time with as much dazzle and illusion as a snake charmer , but yet those words whirled around my head like one of those twister rides at the carnivals and all I wanted was to get off as quick as I could but all I did was simply let out a laugh. The snake charmer became the snake, I could have swore I saw his eyes go red and his stare cold make even St. Lucifer cower in fear but once it was out I couldn't stop. To make matters worse I could no longer hold back my thoughts of this 'Loon Tune' and the flood gates opened.
"Are you nuts, I'm standing in the middle of a room with a guy that should either be in an asylum or in a clown suite for the amusement of the criminally insane, giving them something  to beat to death, you could even make it performing on broad-way but no you pick to kidnap and creep me out, good job".
I may have went a little over board but I was beginning to even consider him being a alien from planet mars, but he was calm then all of a sudden he freaked, he grabbed me by the arm with his grip like a vice is wasn't 'The Master' or any of the ones I had met, his eyes were filed with rage I assumed he was the body guard, I was whipped to the side then flung into a wall, I felt something wet trickle down my back and my vision blurred but I could see his figure. I was unsure which one he was but he was rock back and forth and he kept flinging his head back like he was having and epileptic fit, talking to himself. I could barley hear but I caught it barley.
"You shouldn't have disrespected The Master, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, yo-. No. No. No I don't want to listen", it was Dr. Jekyll with his nervous and  innocent tones, he seemed more like a frightened child, but the posture changed and I had no time to react the liquid running down my back was blood, my eyes were getting heavy and before I was completely in the dark the figure left the room with a slam on the door. Nothing, just darkness followed.
Bright lights was all I awoke to, I couldn't open my eyes I was so use to the dark. Was I dead, no the people in blue overalls all rushing around the place only meant one thing, hospital. I hadn't a clue how I got here, was it all a dream did I have to many drinks to wash away my sorrows, no because I gag at the taste of alcohol but was it a dream, nightmare would be more accurate. As I turned on my side there it was on the side table with a yellow postit note on it saying "See You Soon".
Fear was the first response then laughter, he'll never find me again I swear. Even if I have to go to the corners of the earth, but still my curiosity grows and that question haunts me.
Who was the man behind the mask?

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The Man Behind The Mask…

The birds sound sweet outside my window, raindrops from last nights storm running down the window sill. Salt on the wind from the sea wakes up the slumbering villagers to a new day.
I dragged myself out of bed, thumping my feet down the stairs. I can hear the ocean, the waves brushing the shore. Slumping down on the couch I hear a tap on the door, I was debating wither to get it or not when my legs got a mind of their own, I opened the door to get a fright of my life.
A man dressed head to toe in black, I couldn't even see his face. It got cold suddenly the winds picking up to a bellowing blow, my hair whip around my face so I didn't see the figure coming towards me, too late he grabbed me. His grip was so tight like being held in shackle that were tightened to maximum.
When I awoke all I could think was the line from the Wizard of OZ, we aren't in Censes  anymore. It was cold and damp with a taste of suite, the smell of a fire in the distance. Thinking of the warm soothing fire just made me colder.
I was in a cell and I had no idea what I had done or was doing. I hide from the world in my beach front cottage, at work I smiled and got on with the work just wanting to come back home. What had I done?
Did I smile when I shouldn't have or didn't when I should? What had I done to annoy someone this much, to chain me up like an animal?
An evil enchanting laugh breaks my thoughts, who's there I tried to say but I was so thirsty it came out as a small breath. A figure came close but stayed in the shadows so I couldn't make out his face, a warm but ruff hand was placed on my cheek, but yet fear did not roar through me like a raging bull… why?
My stomach exploded in rage and I let my thoughts escape through my moth, I screamed "get your filthy hands away from me, you kidnap me and are too afraid to show your face. You're a bloody coward". He whipped his hand away, I heard his feet shuffle and the door slammed. All alone  again
Next morning he had a mask on to come out the shadow, he was carrying a plate of food. I was so afraid to eat in case it lead to my instant death. Who was the man behind the mask?
That question ran through my head… Who was the man behind the mask?
I heard a voice out side the door, " are you warm"  the voice was ruff, I wondered if I said I was cold would he cook me like Hansel cooked the mean old witch. Yet again my anger exploded  and I couldn't hold it back, "Am I bloody warm you ask me, do I look it. I'm in a damp cell on a cold floor and YOU ASK ME IF I'M WARM" I couldn't help but to scream the last part.
"I'm sorry, it's orders" he sounded different, sweeter.
"Orders, I'll give you orders, LET ME GO" , I've lost it by now
The man seemed to cower away from me, I would as well. i felt like I was an erupting volcano wanting to burn anything and everything around me. He came out with something I never thought he would, "you sound just like him".
"I sound like who, why am I here" I was in hysterics.
"I can't say it's orders", who the hell does this guy think he is.
"What are your order, because I want someone who can tell me what I want to know"
"I'm the only one here, I can't leave and you can't leave either", he was completely different from before, eviler but enchanting. I was starting to wonder if it was an act, to make me feel I was getting somewhere or he had a split personality, I didn't know what to fear more. I referred to it like Doctor Jackal and a Dr Jekyll kind-of deal.
It carried on for a few weeks or so I thought it did, time seemed to stop here. Dr Jekyll (the sweeter one) liked to help or just stay out of the more prominent figures way, Mr Hyde (evil and enchanting one) preferred to cause pain and seemed to be more dominant just my luck Jackal never let Hide out much.
Now 'The Question' was doing marathons on over drive in my mind. Who was the man behind the mask?
I tried my luck every morning, asking who he was or if he could just take off the mask. Even though they were different the answer was always the same, "it's not orders, so you don't need to know", who the hell gives this guy orders.
I finally gained the courage to tell them to take me to their leader, I felt as though I was an alien on a new planet except I didn't come in peace, but if I ever meet the other personality I'd probably come back in pieces. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, "Fine you want to meet The Master, the you shall meet The Master" it was Jackals tone.
A ball gathered in my throat, I just had to freak out now. Down hallways, through passage ways till we got to a god like old door. A window shattering creek was let off when the door was opened, there was a throne in the middle of the room but no one was there. The man started talking to the empty room.
"Master I brought her" he sounded relived like a burden had been lifted of his shoulders. I thought I was going down loony lane but there he was having an actual conversation with an empty room, I bit my lip as if to hold in the senses of sanity washing over me followed with a small wave of curiosity his stance changed to sitting on the chair with a superior look to his movements.
"Thank-you" he answered himself so calmly and smoothly, like his movements he felt superior to his other personalities and me, next stop loony central. I wondered if he could see his other personality standing beside me, I wanted to test it out by waving my hand in the open space but he walked to me slowly changing his posture and expression so I never got the chance to test my theory, who was he this time or was this someone I had never met before.
"She doesn't believe us" it was the familiar husky voice I knew, Mr Hyde. I don't believe what?, I wanted to shout at him but I was so afraid I would laugh in his face and with a new personality shown and god knows how many others hiding within him, what would they do to me for disrespecting 'Master' or was the better question what would 'Master' do to me?
He started moving again changing posture to suite the 'Master's' persona, if I ever make it out here and I tell this story to an authority figure I'll be the one talking to myself in the loony farm, I noticed him staring at me rather creepily through the eye holes in his mask and as soon as I looked at him you could have swore that the phrase 'as sly as a fox' was made to describe him as he said "she will", only two words but both were dripping with blood lust, it sent shivers up my spine and then as if from the far corners of my mind I could feel something wrong but all I could think was, who was the man behind the mask?
I finally bucked up the courage and asked,
"What do I not believe", It was no more than a whisper but he could still hear me, he was waiting for this because the minute those words escaped my mouth I knew my fate was sealed. His smile could be felt forming behind the mask but I wasn't scared, all I felt was rage rising from the pit of my stomach.
"Your purpose", spoken this time with as much dazzle and illusion as a snake charmer , but yet those words whirled around my head like one of those twister rides at the carnivals and all I wanted was to get off as quick as I could but all I did was simply let out a laugh. The snake charmer became the snake, I could have swore I saw his eyes go red and his stare cold make even St. Lucifer cower in fear but once it was out I couldn't stop. To make matters worse I could no longer hold back my thoughts of this 'Loon Tune' and the flood gates opened.
"Are you nuts, I'm standing in the middle of a room with a guy that should either be in an asylum or in a clown suite for the amusement of the criminally insane, giving them something  to beat to death, you could even make it performing on broad-way but no you pick to kidnap and creep me out, good job".
I may have went a little over board but I was beginning to even consider him being a alien from planet mars, but he was calm then all of a sudden he freaked, he grabbed me by the arm with his grip like a vice is wasn't 'The Master' or any of the ones I had met, his eyes were filed with rage I assumed he was the body guard, I was whipped to the side then flung into a wall, I felt something wet trickle down my back and my vision blurred but I could see his figure. I was unsure which one he was but he was rock back and forth and he kept flinging his head back like he was having and epileptic fit, talking to himself. I could barley hear but I caught it barley.
"You shouldn't have disrespected The Master, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, yo-. No. No. No I don't want to listen", it was Dr. Jekyll with his nervous and  innocent tones, he seemed more like a frightened child, but the posture changed and I had no time to react the liquid running down my back was blood, my eyes were getting heavy and before I was completely in the dark the figure left the room with a slam on the door. Nothing, just darkness followed.
Bright lights was all I awoke to, I couldn't open my eyes I was so use to the dark. Was I dead, no the people in blue overalls all rushing around the place only meant one thing, hospital. I hadn't a clue how I got here, was it all a dream did I have to many drinks to wash away my sorrows, no because I gag at the taste of alcohol but was it a dream, nightmare would be more accurate. As I turned on my side there it was on the side table with a yellow postit note on it saying "See You Soon".
Fear was the first response then laughter, he'll never find me again I swear. Even if I have to go to the corners of the earth, but still my curiosity grows and that question haunts me.
Who was the man behind the mask?