Fire and Mask
Warning: Contains violence and death
Screams of anger, pain, clanging metal, gunshots, and then… a thunk of wood. The darkness subsided, and Tora saw it: a mask a foot away from him. He made a quick glance to The Mute who was cautiously feeling the empty space where her mask had been. Her back was to him, and the thieves were busy staring at her, shaking where they stood. Sheridan had been the one to shoot off the mask, their gun still held in position. The Mute took a step towards them and they flinched as the unnatural shadow started to seep from her again.
Tora took one last look at the Daggers and the Mute. No one was watching him -they were too busy fighting each other. He looked once more at the mask at his feet. Don’t do it. The Mute’s darkness started to creep towards him, slower this time. He needed to move. The mask was at his feet. This is a bad idea. She’ll kill you. The darkness was inches away now. Tora swallowed hard.
He reached down, grasped his fingers over the rough wood of the mask, felt its grain against his palm.
And he ran.
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