*Go on a killing spree you say? Don't mind if I do!!
Masky finds himself crouched on top of a tall grandfather clock in the corner of the ballroom. He's watching the faceless entities dance and mingle. Behind the mask he scowls.
Nothing is fair.
He glares down at one of them, taller and thinner than the rest, in a black suit, and the masked man finally snaps. He leaps down from the clock amd in one fluid motion brings his fist harshly into the back of the mans neck. He drops, dead instantly. Masky turns and attacks another by grabbing an ice pick off the buffet and brutally mauling him.*
[ This is not the first time Elle has had this dream. Oh, far from it. She may not be capable of realising that it is a dream, but she knows who all those people are, knows how they died and knows that it was not by this guy's hand.
She takes a canapé off a passing waiter's plate and watches the masked figure with curiosity. ]
*He's going to continue his slaughter. With a low growl he tackles another guest wrenching her arm away from her body and beating her head to a pulp against the floor.*
[ Elle finishes her canapé, yawns and gets another glass of champagne. Next to her the faces of an older couple slowly pale, then turn blue and finally ashen as the two of them collapse to the floor. ]
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Masky finds himself crouched on top of a tall grandfather clock in the corner of the ballroom. He's watching the faceless entities dance and mingle. Behind the mask he scowls.
Nothing is fair.
He glares down at one of them, taller and thinner than the rest, in a black suit, and the masked man finally snaps. He leaps down from the clock amd in one fluid motion brings his fist harshly into the back of the mans neck. He drops, dead instantly. Masky turns and attacks another by grabbing an ice pick off the buffet and brutally mauling him.*
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She takes a canapé off a passing waiter's plate and watches the masked figure with curiosity. ]
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