Novel & Cerita Master Of The Mask

He said and sighed, dropping the phone on my leg. I would definitely change that later. The breeze was cool and soothing and just before I knew it...I fell asleep. ~••~ I sighed moving around as they applied makeup on my face. "Ma'am, you can't keep doing this." The leader of the makeover artist said and I nodded, as she applied it on me quickly again. They were all part of their big Mafia thing. I could see the gun in the holster of the leader of artist group. She was a redhead with a pretty rose tattoo on the back of neck.

My chest tightens as I tear the box open until the flaps open. And there it is. A white mask with black and golden stripes. My breath stops. That mask. I know what it means once I recognize it. The Masters. The real ones. The ones behind everything. The ones who sit in shadows while the world burns at their command. My fingers curl into fists. I don’t touch it. I can’t. Not yet. Instead, I close the box immediately and seal it again. My jaw tightens. They’re inviting me. I grab the box and walk out quickly.

“He doesn't hate you, Maya. He's just having trouble controlling...certain urges.” Maya looked at me in surprise. Before she could ask, the hangar door suddenly opened and a number of Hunters came in. In the middle of them was the Master. A man who I thought was in his early sixties. But despite his age, he still seemed really fit and healthy as if he could still knock down someone younger than him. It was Tomas Lasher. Aunt Kyndra greeted him. “Thanks again for this jet, Tomas. And of course, for letting us stay here. Your generosity is too much.”

Maya pointed to someone I couldn't even see, but I had to pretend I did. "I so much despise him." She added, hissing loudly. Suddenly a huge man with black mask on his face came inside the fighting ring. "Let the war begin!" He roared. Noise followed and then two huge men appeared on the fighting ring. "Let's go!" One of the guards beckoned, and he led us to where the master was. "That is the one I despise, Malaika is his name." Maya whispered into my ears. I nodded my head, even though I was wondering why she was telling me this.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

Doctor Great's POV - I stared down on the demon mask, blinking in a faint experience of marvel on the path I had observed myself taking. More than a bit shocking, it became something that astonished me. I didn't plan for a Master game, those girls influenced me with their talks. No! Hell no! Fuck no! I hated every master act. But in a way I loved it. Hahaha! I take into consideration the demon mask in an experience of amazement, stroking my thumb over one of the fangs above the mouth, the gargoyle visage and snarl a theatrical piece of a laugh.

He stopped. The supervisor now had a small victory smirk on his face. My gaze shifted back to the man in front of me, towering. His hand moved to the mask on his face. Like in the movies, everything slowed as I watched his hand peel the black flowery mask off his face. My jaw dropped. My lashes fluttered. No. I'm not seeing things. Am I? What? My— Master… The man in front of… Master B… Brooks?

One of the members enquired. "Yes. It's in the second video," I nodded. "They are all following the orders of someone. They call him master. They don't know who he is or where he can be found. He comes to them, and supplies them a serum which is used to create these monsters," I stopped talking, carefully observing everyone in the court. They weren't asking any questions, it was as if everything I was saying was only confirming a suspicion. "This 'master' is after the Conclave. His goal is to exterminate every one of you," I watched them all. There was grave silence as I finished.

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

“My brother?! Didn’t he die two years ago? Grandpa… what are you saying?! Rayden Molsen?!” Old Master Croft didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on the distance—waiting for someone to respond… or perhaps, waiting for the final act to unfold. Everyone followed his gaze, but with so many unfamiliar faces in the crowd, no one could tell who he was looking at. Then—someone moved. A man in a black suit. His face was so ordinary, so nondescript, that no one would have noticed him at all in the crowd. Then the man raised a hand and slowly removed a human-skin mask from his face. Beneath the disguise was a sharply defined, strikingly handsome face—one with a faint resemblance to Rocky, though more