"We used to not be us. We were once I, him, and him. Before we were us we were them. And when we were them, we were separate," the masked man explained as his one opened, red eye leveled on the man who had been strung up by his ankles in the almost completely pitch black room the two occupied. "When we were them, we were weak. But now, we are us, and we are strong."
"W-who are you?" asked the terrified man, his hands (which were bound behind his back) fighting desperately at the bindings that held his wrists together.
"We are us. We are the Masked Man. We are the punishment of those who do not play by the rules. And you, Mr. Richards, do not play by the rules. I trust you read the news this morning? Heard of Mr. Greystone's fate?" the masked man asked while turning, stepping into the ring of darkness that loomed just outside the flickering light of the few candles set around Eli Richards.
"Y-yes...I-" he was cut off, or rather, his words were interrupted by a howl of pain as something sharp and cold bit into his back, just to the left of his spine.
"You were there, Mr. Richards," said the man, his words accompanied by two extra voices, both the fiery red and the icy blue eye opened and wide. His gaze was unforgiving, his will punished all who broke the rules of the game.
"You could have stopped Mr. Greystone, Mr. Richards. we know you could have. We saw you, we saw you consider it, but you hesitated. And now all those poor people..." the masked man sighed wistfully. "Lives wasted for lives wasted."
"What...I-I didn't think he was going to do it!" Eli Richards insisted with a pitiful wail.
"You are lying, Mr. Richards..." the masked man and his two extra voices whispered into the sobbing man's ear. "We hate liars."
The early morning air knew nothing of Eli Richard's screams of pain and terror, knew nothing of the blood that pooled at the masked man's feet as he punished Eli Richards without hesitation.
Add another body to the pile.
"W-who are you?" asked the terrified man, his hands (which were bound behind his back) fighting desperately at the bindings that held his wrists together.
"We are us. We are the Masked Man. We are the punishment of those who do not play by the rules. And you, Mr. Richards, do not play by the rules. I trust you read the news this morning? Heard of Mr. Greystone's fate?" the masked man asked while turning, stepping into the ring of darkness that loomed just outside the flickering light of the few candles set around Eli Richards.
"Y-yes...I-" he was cut off, or rather, his words were interrupted by a howl of pain as something sharp and cold bit into his back, just to the left of his spine.
"You were there, Mr. Richards," said the man, his words accompanied by two extra voices, both the fiery red and the icy blue eye opened and wide. His gaze was unforgiving, his will punished all who broke the rules of the game.
"You could have stopped Mr. Greystone, Mr. Richards. we know you could have. We saw you, we saw you consider it, but you hesitated. And now all those poor people..." the masked man sighed wistfully. "Lives wasted for lives wasted."
"What...I-I didn't think he was going to do it!" Eli Richards insisted with a pitiful wail.
"You are lying, Mr. Richards..." the masked man and his two extra voices whispered into the sobbing man's ear. "We hate liars."
The early morning air knew nothing of Eli Richard's screams of pain and terror, knew nothing of the blood that pooled at the masked man's feet as he punished Eli Richards without hesitation.
Add another body to the pile.