Romans & histoires The Man In The Black Hat Story

"It burns." I looked at the man in the black suit. He was calmly strapping the gas mask to his face. Behind him, the screen showed the green fog swallowing the streets of a real city. People were collapsing near their cars. It wasn't a story anymore. There was no "Undo" button in the real world. "You monster," I hissed. My voice was a dry rasp. "You let the world die just to sell your stories?"

I could not tell if it was safe to trust him. Lucas guided me to the booth. The man did not move. He waited. Lucas set my phone on the table, face down. He slid the messages across. The man reached out. His hand emerged from the sleeve. The cap tipped back. My breath caught in my throat. It was a guy dressed in black hoodie with black joggers and his face was all covered up. I could barely see any other thing on him apart from this His eyes were hard. His lips were pressed into a thin line. He did not smile. He did not speak.

“Don’t drink that.” “Why?” “That man beside you put something into your cup.” “That man over there.” The lady tilted her head toward the man with the black top hat. He pretended he was watching the opera. The man was patiently waiting for the woman to take a sip of her drink. The lady's friend got up from her seat and she went down stairs to alert security of the situation. She told them what the man had done and she pointed to where he was seated. The man in the top hat saw them looking at him and then he saw an officer standing there as well. He got up and exited the booth and he ran down stairs hoping to beat them to the door.

Not far from where she was, a man with chains on his legs was sitting while watching Aleta's movements from earlier. Aleta did not say anything. She just looked at the man in confusion. A man dressed all in black with wounds and dried blood on his hands. The man's face was partially covered by a mask, which made it impossible for Aleta to get a clear view of the man's face. "I've already done something similar. But it was in vain and I ended up staying here," the man told Aleta. Aleta stayed where she was. She had no intention of approaching the man despite her curiosity.

“Didn’t I make myself clear? Don’t move. My attacks are indiscriminate when I start my killing spree.” The bonnet the man in black was wearing was tilted downward, and Rosalie couldn’t see his eyes. He also kept his mask on over his mouth the entire time. “What…what do you want? If you want money…” “Hahaha…money?” The man in black pinched Rosalie’s chin. “Are you very scared?” “Of course I am.” How could she not be scared under such circumstances? “You’re very honest, but since you’re so scared of me, why did you tell me to watch out? Why didn’t you warn the thugs instead?”

I curled up my body on the couch, wrapping my arms around my leg as I stared up at the man in front of me "I can't be your sugar baby if this is what this is about, I'll pay you back," I watched as his jaw clenched. He cursed, muttering inaudible words underneath his breath before meeting my gaze again. "I do hate giving up something I have found interest in. Which is why I fucking hate my decisions right now, but a lot is at stake and I've gotta do what I have to," He stated and took a deep breath. "And you can call me Black. Drop the old man shit, I'm not that old anyway," He mumbled making me bite down on my lower lip

“But I’m still here.” He looked at me. Not the heiress. Not the daughter of a broken empire. Just me. Raw. Raging. “Then let’s make sure we take a few monsters down with us,” he said. And we drove into the dark. Not running anymore. Chasing the storm. It went live at 3:42 in the morning. No headlines. No logos. Just a nameless site with one post. “We are not gods. We are not immune. We are not clean. The truth belongs to the people.”

"Get out!''Mr Black commanded as he bowed down, they left him and his creepy room which was all painted up in black which had a dim light that one could barely see anything visible in the room. After the sound of retreating footsteps were heard,Mr Black turned to take up the picture on top of his table,it was the picture of that strange man hugging Natasha,protecting her from the maltreatment of the citizens. He cursed out loud,quietly provoked that his men failed in capturing the face of the man who had the guts to spoil his plan. Annoyed at the fact that Natasha has some backup that was unknown to him. Well,he was not panicking that she had someone on her side protecting her,after all he

If he had really worked with the two of them, then he would be crazy! The black-masked man still wanted to work with the bald man. He was not as greedy as the white-robed man. He merely wanted to get rid of the beast. Yet, the white-robed man had said something like that and completely destroyed any chance for negotiations. The bald man never trusted them to begin with. It was all done for, at that moment. The black-masked man was frustrated, but he knew that there was no longer anything he could say. Just as he was thinking about everything, he happened to see two figures in the distance.

She asked slightly confused and slightly terrified. The man laughed from the depth of his belly, producing a hearty chuckle. "I meant at the bar...alone." "Oh" Maya giggled nervously "I'm not alone, I came here with my family." She mumbled trying to sound convincing. "Really?" The strange man questioned further, pulling out a seat and placing his rather large body on it. The chair strained in response, releasing a creaking sound but still remaining intact. His thick Russian accent sent a chill down Maya's spine but she knew he wouldn't do anything in a public place like this.