Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

His eyes were stretched wide, his face contorted in agony as he howled, “What… what are you doing? Let me go! I need to save them! YOU BASTARD! I… I’LL KILL YOU! SOMEONE HELP!” “Anyone… please… someone help me…” His voice had gone hoarse, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. But still, he wouldn’t stop. Stopping meant there was truly no hope left. Tears spilled from his wide eyes, mixing with the blood. It was impossible to tell which was more—blood, or tears. Then, the video cut to a new scene. A face wearing a white smiley-face mask filled the screen. The figure was clad in white, the smiling mask covering their features completely, giving nothing away. Yet somehow, everyone who lo

Miles's head hit the metallic locker and he gripped the back of head with both his hands. "Asshole. You motherfucker. What did you say to him huh? What the hell did you say to him?" Moura gripped his jaw tightly making him hiss in pain. His glassed rolled down to his nose tip. He was breathing heavy that caused glasses getting foggy. "Tuld wvo?" Miles asked as Moura's grip was tight on his face. "You are fucking being clever now." Moura didn't let him stand straight and he was pushed to the locker one more time this time Moura's hand on his jaw controlling full motion of his body.

I don’t bother waiting for the car to warm up before my foot presses down on the gas pedal, lurching my car forward. I try not to look at the person watching me from across the lot, but curiosity gets the better of me. As I’m about to turn out of the exit lane and onto the main road, I catch sight of the mask covering his face, my blood running cold. The base of the mask is black with dark red crosses over the eyes and what appears to be stitching over the mouth, set into a wide, menacing grin. Even as I speed out of the parking lot, my tires screeching as I go, I still feel his eyes piercing through my skin, my soul. Exhaling a shaky breath, I glance in the rearview mirror to see he’s still

“Now, please.” My mother is moving before I finish the sentence. I get the mask over Malik’s face, flip the machine on, and the mist starts, and for a few seconds I let myself believe this is going to be like every other time—scary, but manageable, something we ride out together on the living room floor. It isn’t. His lips are starting to go the wrong color. Pale around the edges, then something closer to gray, and his eyes have gone wide and glassy in a way that makes my whole body go cold.

Fuck. Gizmo was immediately restrained by one man and Logan was cornered by the other two. He couldn't see their faces through his obscure vision, only their eyes and eyebrows since they were wearing surgical masks. If Logan would have seen them in a movie, he would have laughed at how ridiculous they looked. But right in front of him, threatening to take his life, his body became rigid like a rock.

The source of it all was Zachary. Enraged, Melissa had people beat Vexana up so badly that she was seriously injured. As for Zachary, the police arrested him on charges of solicitation. His condition was severe and already in the late stage. Once the news broke, the class group chat exploded. Some people mocked him. Others sighed in disbelief. Some cursed him outright, while others watched the drama with morbid fascination. Among the hundreds of messages were updates about others as well. Finneas had eventually gotten reported and lost his career. Even his wife and children left him.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

The dim yellow lights from the streetlights cast broken lines on the ground, their reflections dancing across the car as if watching everyone come and go. Malik sat behind the wheel, wearing a mask of deceit, his eyes scanning every movement, every light, every shadow. Beside him sat Daniel, wearing a mask of happiness, silently observing Malik’s reactions. In the back seat, Dima and Rovan sat behind their prosthetic masks, waiting for instructions, their eyes taking in every small detail with alertness.

Nora in school, Nora when she was kidnapped, Nora having fun, Nora at her eighth birthday party, the one right before she was kidnapped. Mira and me at our wedding. At charity galas. At business dinners. Our house. Our cars. Our private moments captured through windows, through cameras we never knew existed. They've been watching us. For years. Maybe. The images stop and the screen goes black. Then a figure appears. The masked man from the video, sitting in what looks like an office, his face still obscured by that fucking mask. "Mr. Meliś," the distorted voice says. "Welcome."