Hollywood Undead Charlie Scene Mask Novels & Stories

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”

Her mascara is smudged, a small handkerchief is draped around her shoulders, and her body is partially undressed as she pulls on a clean shirt, just after getting out of the lightly torn one from the table. The room smells like sweat, wine, and something sharp that he can’t trace. She gasps. “What the hell? Who are you?!” Charles takes a step forward. “You don’t need that information,” he says coolly, his voice low and altered behind the mask. “You won’t be needing it long.” Her eyes widen in horror. “Wait. what…” … He swings the bat. The sound is sickening. A loud crack followed by a muffled scream as Sienna goes down, her head slamming into the corner of the shattered glass table. Her hair

Maria stared at his outstretched hand and asked puzzled, "What do you want?" Charles frowned, "A mask!" "Oh, I have another one." Without delay, Maria pulled out another clean black mask and handed it to him. Charles opened the wrapper and put the mask on. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and his mood got better. It was a pair of couple masks. It feels not bad.

Thud! Instead of the eldest miss, Mark fell to the ground with his mouth wide open in disbelief, as blood trickled from his chest. " Mark!" Lily shrieked, as she looked all around trying to detect the source of the gunshot, she paled in fright as four masked figures burst out of the bushes, her legs turned into jelly at the sight of thier grey robes but what frightened her the most was the young lady in the front with the golden mask, Daera, this was.. this was the undead!.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

An aroma of lilies and disinfectants filled the air. Then I saw him. I thought it was one of the dead at first. There was a figure waiting at the end of the hall. His height was imposing, statuesque. His black hoodie was pulled down over his face. On his face was a white mask, blank except for two black eyeholes. He did not move. My breath caught. “Hello?” No response. I inched ahead. The motion sensor light came on above. The figure turned his head, almost imperceptibly, like a curious animal.