Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

a woman asked them as they walked forward towards the hall ,in her hands were a couple masquerade mask . " Yeah " Chelsea handed her two gold coins and wore one of the mask that the woman gave her, handing the other one to Ron , who too slipped it on . They walked inside , looking around and Chelsea felt Ron nudge her furitively pointing to the Upper VIP section with his eyes , she followed his gaze and found Wilson whom they were looking for .He has hidden his face with a gold and silver masquerade mask but his clothes were still the one he had previously worn and hence, was easily identified . " Let's sit down " said Chelsea pointing over to

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

I released a breath and tugged down my black feathered mask. My mask was an essential part of my night job as DJ Butterfly. I wore it because it not only gave me some form of anonymity, it allowed me to pretend that I was someone else, at least for a while. Behind the turntable and the mask I was Butterfly, confident, sexy, not-at-all-in-debt-with-a-technically-dead-sister-in-the-hospital. As Butterfly I could pretend to love my too-sharp curves and my big mouth that didn't mind spewing whatever I was thinking when provoked.

Once again on display. "The final touch..." I slid on the bunny mask—a sleek, velvet half-face piece with long satin ears. Just enough mystery to make a man curious, and a billionaire lose control. "It’s time to be a whore."

he smiled victoriously. Levi went to pull the back door open and Colton strode inside. His cousins stayed behind as he walked down the long, dark corridor. His heart was beating steadily as he fixed his eyes on the light at the end of the hall. The closer he got to the light, the louder the party was heard. Colton’s lips twitched into a half-smirk as he pulled out a mask from his jacket pocket. It was a white mask from the phantom of the opera. With his mask on and ready, Colton entered the light of the party. They won’t know what’s gonna hit them.

a voice thundered making the older man shake on fear , he clutched his hand tightly on the black leather bag which was quite dusty . “ Hands up Butler Macho ” the voice added , Butler Macho raised both hands up in defeat . “ Turn to face me , where is the letter ? ” the voice asked gruesomely , Butler Macho turned to face the person speaking . The masked figure was of great height and muscular . “ I do not know what you are talking about ” Butler Macho replied holding his bag tight “ where is Roberto's last letter to his son ? ” The masked figure asked pulling out his pistol,his hand on the trigger

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Hope fledged inside of him and he wasn’t afraid anymore. “It’s alright, Junior, I will take it from here,” he assured the lad but he was about to say something again when Allan shifted his focus to the man behind the mask. “King Mask, if I have your word, then I will remove my silicone mask now.” The robotic voice sounded, “go ahead.”

She had been in and out of Sheila’s memories, so nothing fazed her any longer. At the center of the hall stood a man cloaked in black, his face hidden behind an ornate wolf clan mask, bone-white, etched with emblems I recognized instantly. My stomach dropped. “That mask…” I whispered. “Eric,” Jessica said. Sheila’s jaw tightened. “Not Eric. But blood will always remember blood.” The masked figure raised his hands calmly. “I come bearing knowledge,” he said, his voice rather persuasive. “Power to protect your tribe from extinction.”