The moon cascades over the dark alleyway as young little Becca tries to adjust her mask. She had just recently been given her first one. It’s not as large as the adults, what with it just barely covering her cheeks, but soon it will be. As her burdens and life piles on top of her, her mask shall get bigger and cover more of her shameful face.
She doesn’t see the dark shadow slinking behind her slowly. His face is completely covered by a black mask, symbolizing him as being in the Dark Clan.
He wears a cloak that swirls around him as the frigid air bites at his figure, watching and waiting for something to happen to her.
He knows her. He always has, ever since she was a baby. Since she was maskless.
His footsteps fall lightly as Becca busies herself with her mask again. Suddenly, she stops and pulls at the strings that hold it to her.
“I hate this!” She cries as the mask falls to the cement.
Suddenly a black gloved hand is on her and shaking her wildly.
“What have you done?” The strange masked man cries from behind the plastic. “Put it back on!”
Scared, Becca turns and tries to run away, but the man in the mask holds onto her, his hand cutting off circulation.
“Put it back on!” He screams. “Put it back on, Becca!”
Tears fall from her eyes as the fear inside of her explodes outward. The man picks up the mask hastily and shoves it onto her face. Becca cries out in pain as he screams at her again.
Suddenly, he stops yelling and takes a step back, still holding onto her wrist.
“Oh,” he says softly, sweetly. “That’s better.”
The masked man turns and walks away from the terrified little girl.