The Mask Vs Deadpool 소설 & 이야기

Pockmark Mask now. ***

A tap on the table brought me back from my thought, “Seems you are new here.'' he asked in a rough, husky voice, and I didn't need to be told that this man on a mask was a DOM. “Yes sir, what may I get you.'' I asked while staring at his eyes to see if I could at least get a glimpse of him, but I couldn't, due to the black mask he was putting on. “I would have said my usual, but you are new here, so just get me some cocktail.'' his voice was cold and full of command. I quickly went for his drink and came back with it, “Here it is, sir,'' I told him while placing the drink on the table.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

I move forward to kiss him, but he pushes me back. “Remove the mask.” He looks at me as I shake my head. “It’s you! I’m fucking dead. I am dead now.” He’s clearly panicking. I guess tonight I won’t be getting fucked - well, not in the sense I want, anyway. Yet, looking at him, I can see the fear in his eyes. “Stay in here.” Turning, I walk through and see everyone sat without masks on. Reaching up, I unwrap the mask and smile at Dalton. Hell, his head has a gash on it and is bleeding. In my defence, though, I warned him not to follow me.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

They were both excellent. “Die!” Silver shouted, and in a flash of movement, he rushed forward, his sword slicing through the man’s mask, cutting it in half. The mask fell away, revealing a face with a large burn scar stretching across the cheek. The scar was deep, a jagged gash that ravaged the man’s cheek. The scar was so large that it almost swallowed half of his face, but still, the man had a handsome look that couldn’t be ignored. “Well, well, well, I am impressed that I didn’t fight with another group of amateurs. Just Great,” the man chuckled, and for a moment, he looked familiar, like I had seen him before.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

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.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

I pleaded with him, but his composure was not pleasant. "So if you want to kill me, you kill her father first, and then I can be killed!" The guy in the mask said, and laughed. Douglas gritted his teeth and spoke. "I will kill you first before I kill him!" Douglas lunged at him and kicked him, then the fight started again. Douglas gash through his neck, and howled louder, blood dripping down from his neck. He pulled him. His pernicious canines sank into his neck, and the guy in the mask fell on the floor, his tiger hands making marks on Douglas's skin.