Jason Part 6 Mask Novels & Stories

But then… he tilted his head and said— “Pick up your mask, madam. Why are you looking like someone caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” I blinked. “What?” I croaked. Jason leaned back, completely nonchalant, flipping through a file like my face wasn’t currently exposed and melting from anxiety. “You’re acting like that mask was holding your whole life together. It just fell. Isn’t it just a mask fall? Why are you exaggerating it? And it’s taking you a lot of time to pick it up.” Just fell? JUST FELL? No way he didn’t recognize me. He didn’t recognize the face that rode him just two days ago in a hotel—making him call her “mama,” I think to myself.

He pulls me out of the locker room and leads me down a small corridor hidden from view, "Answer me, what the fuck is going on? Why are you here naked in the showers? No, why are you even here at all... and what's going on with your scent?" "I'm a student here, a rookie,” I reply, pulling my arm out of his grip so he doesn't think he can keep treating me like he did before, he lost that privilege. Jason looks confused, "I'm pretending to be Rio and it's working wonderfully. I want to work for security, so that's why I'm here. And I’m taking inhibitors to make my omega scent disappear." Jason closes his eyes and shakes his head. "That sounds like a really bad idea," he grumbles, "Does your mom

Then he checked the bag and his eyes popped out at his favorite color’s clothes: Yellow and red stripped tank top with blue ripped jeans. “Are you serious, ice face?” He trailed his fingers over the fabric to feel the softness. “It’s so smooth, I love it!” This special outfit blossomed happiness in Jason’s heart, he hummed a song while slipping into those clothes. Mathew had arranged a separate room with a special glass window, so he could see the sun without getting hurt. Unknown to Mathew’s real motive, Jason was ready before sunset. He opened the icebox filled with blood bags for the need of his day.

“Come on.” They slid in, and the car pulled away from the curb. As the city lights blurred past, she turned to him. “Are you going to tell me now?” “No.” “Jason.” He let her stew for a few more minutes, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a black sleep mask. Her brows shot up. “What—?” “Turn,” he cut her off gently. She hesitated for a moment, then turned her head obediently. He slipped the mask over her eyes.

“Okау. Are уоu ѕurе I was being fоllоwеd by Nеоn’ѕ реорlе? I dіdn’t ѕее аnуоnе ѕuѕрісіоuѕ оr feel any оnе watching at аll. Juѕt gоеѕ tо ѕhоw hоw much I knоw about surveillance…” “Yоu dіd well. Not tо wоrrу.” It’s not untіl thеn that I lооk over, аnd nоtісе Jason іѕ drеѕѕеd as a соmрlеtеlу different man. A hаt аnd fаkе bеаrd соvеr mоѕt оf his fасе. Evеn hіѕ роѕturе lооkѕ different.

He threatened me. "Jason?" "Gerald, it's me daring you now." His eyes were bloodshot. I turned to my boys and they nodded at me. I began by pulling off my mask. Jason* I watched as he began to take off his armour coats and boots. First was his mask, he was just as bearded as always, just like I imagined his face would be. It was as though his power existed in those beards because he would never shave his beards, they were all curled up and unkempt.

I knew Jason was strong, but I hadn't expected him to recover from the bite that quickly. A yelp formed at the base of my throat as Jason stretched out his hand, his fingers reaching for my face. He was trying to claw at me, he had been aiming for the black mask that was covering my face. That mask was the only reason why I hadn't been caught even up to this moment.

“Okау. Are уоu ѕurе I was being fоllоwеd by Nеоn’ѕ реорlе? I dіdn’t ѕее аnуоnе ѕuѕрісіоuѕ оr feel any оnе watching at аll. Juѕt gоеѕ tо ѕhоw hоw much I knоw about surveillance…” “Yоu dіd well. Not tо wоrrу.” It’s not untіl thеn that I lооk over, аnd nоtісе Jason іѕ drеѕѕеd as a соmрlеtеlу different man. A hаt аnd fаkе bеаrd соvеr mоѕt оf his fасе. Evеn hіѕ роѕturе lооkѕ different.

He was smearing it on their faces. "Ohh …right... I forgot we were in the war." That was the Max they all knew. A comedian. A cheerful guy. His personality was slowly coming back. It could be he was feeling comfortable around them or finding a way to fit in. "We better run. They are too many" Jason held Sally's hand and ran forward, still wearing the mask gear. He didn't know when they would attack with the mist again. He wondered what the mist was.

“That’s new.” Then, like a nightmare, the smoke shifted to reveal someone new. This someone stepped through it, slow but steadily like he had just one purpose in mind. But instead of helmets like the others, this one wore a bare face. Wore the skin of a nightmare itself. Jason. My eyes almost bunged out of my sockets as I took in his appearance. He looked taller than I remembered—but that didn't look right at all. He moved and twitched like every movement he was to make had already been mathematically perfected.