User:Maninthewhitemask

The Man In The White Mask

Hello, I am Nicholas Ward,I'm a 34 year old accountant I live in Edmonton Alberta in a tiny little apartment in the city, I woke up on a bright and shining beautiful Saturday morning I showered and thought of my plans tonight and chuckled to myself at the fun I will have, as i got out of the shower the phone rang and i swiftly answered and said "hello?" in a almost cheerful tone, from the other line a voice spoke "Nick? hey! its me Tony" Tony was my closest friend "hey Tony, whats up?" "I was thinking that if you aren't busy maybe we can hit up the club eh?" "Tony you know id love to but i got a date tonight" "a date? really now? Nicholas fuckin' Ward the ladies man! well you have fun okay? gotta run bye!"

the line went dead as he hung up and I continued my morning routine. Later I sat and watched the news "breaking news! another victim of the 'masquerade killings' was found Alice Carmacks is the 12th body to be found like the others her face was surgically removed and a masquerade mask was sewn to her face as well as her heart being removed and replaced with a ballroom invitation, police are still looking for evidence and are working hard to catch the killer. In other news-"

I shut the TV off and shuttered at what I just heard, at that I got up from the sofa and grabbed my suitcase and went to work.

It was a normal day and at around 6 p.m I was off and i got home and dressed in my finest suit, I was ready for my date, I walked slowly to my closet and pulled from the back a large black suitcase and eagerly left my apartment and made the short trek to my car and drove to a small suburb and parked my car outside of a small white house and waited, it had been weeks since I saw you for that first time, you left your house at the same time every Saturday for your jog at 6:30 p.m, I slowly drove to the now empty park that you jog through and i got out of my car and happily awaited your arrival i grabbed my suitcase and popped it open, inside lay two masks, a tranquilizer gun and an array of surgical tools, goosebumps poured over my skin as i saw them and their silver blades. I pulled a pair of white silk kid gloves from my pocket and slipped them on along with my pristine white mask, the blank expression on its face reflected my life, dull and blank with no emotion but constant bore.....That is until nights like this, nights where I can truly be who I am and that's when I heard you, your steps on the paved path as you jog, it is now 7:15 p.m and your on time as i call from the dark parking lot by the running path, "hey! hey! can you help i seem to be lost!" I stand by the front of my car back to you and the headlights on and that's when you call to me "excuse me? are you looking for help?" as you move ever closer I turn with dart gun in hand "yes dear, it's our date night" and before you could run a small 'crack' of compressed air rang out in the cold night followed by a hard 'thud' on the pavement cut through the air, and then.....you were mine I picked you up and placed you into my trunk and we drove, me and you my dear we drove and drove and drove until we got to my cabin, I took you out and placed you in my favorite chair, after I changed you into your nice gown. you woke at 9:30 p.m just in time for diner I sat across the table my beautiful mask glinting in the light and there you sat in your chair and mask, you looked stunning almost angelic.

You cried, oh how you cried but I came close to your face and in a calming voice said "my dear sweet girl? why do you cry? don't you like this?"

I undid the buckles that held your arms and legs down and pointed to the door "if you want to leave you can" a hard pit welled in my throat as you said in a whimper "o-okay.... please don't hurt me" and rose from your seat and started to leave, a tear fell down my face as you left me and anger filled me and as you removed your mask I snapped and grabbed the bottle of red wine on the table and called your name, as you turned reluctantly I smashed the bottle into your face shattering the bottle and spilling the contents on the floor, the tinkle of glass as t bounces across the floor followed by a loud crack as you hit the floor blood and wine mixes and the smell fills the air and swims in my head, I then drag you down into the basement.

Flicking on the bulb and the room is revealed as light spills into every corner of the room, this room is grey concrete and in the center there is a chair, a steel chair with buckles and shackles and spikes beneath that chair the ground is red and brown and stained from blood the most recent blood from Alice, her blood was sweet and still filled the room with the smell of sweet iron, I buckle you into the chair and slowly I open the suitcase previously placed on the work bench, I remove a leather bound case of assorted surgical tools and place them down intricately on a table by the chair and as you woke, your face broken and small green glass shards stick in your face and i remember you tried to leave and I am again filled with rage and i knock the table to the ground spilling the blades and surgical equipment all over the floor and you cry out again and I get close to your face and I say "why did you have to leave me? why did you hurt me like that? now look what you have done! look what you made me do!!"

you ruined your face and now and you, still begging for your life you just kept making me have to do what I had to do. No, you don't deserve the quick and painless chemical death the others got you my dear you deserved what you got, I ran over to the work bench and grabbed the first thing I saw, a meat hook, I stabbed the meat hook into your left thigh and pulled it down to your knee and pulled it out, you screamed and blood poured out like a beautiful waterfall I licked it off the meat hook and it tastes sweet and metallic the smell quickly filled the room a mix of blood and urine as it seemed you pissed yourself as you cried out in pain and I threw the meat hook aside and noticed the large erection I had grown from the excitement of the whole thing I quickly ran to the work bench and grabbed the razor blade that lay on the bench and i made 12 cuts along your right leg and then I ran quickly upstairs like a child on Christmas and grabbed the salt, vinegar and lemon juice from the pantry and ran downstairs fast and i prayed you with the lemon juice and vinegar and sprinkled you with salt and you screamed and puked and I laughed and took joy and pleasure in this as I said "you never should have run my dear,you never should have fucking run!" I grabbed the next thing my hand touched, a pair of pliers, I used them to pull your teeth out one by one and i then filled your mouth with lemon juice and watched you writhe in pain i then grabbed the next thing which was a heavy baseball bat and I i lifted it and dropped it on your left knee sending a sickening crack through the air and ooh did it fill me with pleasure my whole body was covered in goosebumps and I was as filled with excitement that I was almost vibrating, that was when I smashed your skull in with the bat and I will never forget the crack and crunch and gurgle you made as the last little bit of life is pushed out of your body. I sat on the stairs panting and giggling I cut you up and threw you into a garbage bag and left you in a school playground with an invitation and a smile.

Hello, my name is Nicholas Ward and I'm the man in the whit mask, and this is my diary, and I....have a date tonight.