Majora's Mask Ben Drowned Novels & Stories

The redhead thought she had entitlement, the right to demand things and threaten various people at will, including Bethany. "Not tonight." Bethany pulled up to the club and got out, walking into the loud sound of Pitbull's “Time of our Lives” screaming from the speakers. Ben waved his hands wildly at her, a large table over in the far corner theirs. She walked toward them, cursing herself for forgetting a mask. The theme that night was half-mast and the mask was only allowed to cover your eyes. Bethany laughed at the large clown mask that Ben pulled from his face, a large smile on his mouth. "Hey, girl. Where is your mask?"

Right at the main door, we ran into Mira and her husband. Oh, shit. They turned around after being turned away by the waiter. No! Don't recognize me! "Hazel?" She looked at me then turned to the masked man next to me. "And... who is this? Is this Jonah Bennet?" I blinked hard at her, trying to send a message. "That's—" "I'm not him," he replied calmly, pulling down his mask. Damn it! Why did he have to lower his mask?!

This is personal now. The mist hangs heavy over the water as I step onto the docks, my boots sinking slightly into the damp wood. The place is deserted, save for the faint sound of waves lapping against the pylons. But I know he’s here. Ghost never runs. “Moretti!” I shout, my voice cutting through the night. “Show yourself! Or are you wanting to live up to the name Ghost?” Silence. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows, his stride slow and deliberate. He’s dressed in black, his movements casual, but his eyes are anything but.