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THE MAN WITH NO FACE

CHAPTER ONE

Hi, my name is Mark Hammel and I'm a small time writer with a terrible case of writer's block. You see, I've yet to come up with anything remotely worth printing. Inspiration is something I lack most, it's something that shouldn't happen.... unfortunately it has to be me. I've had it! I have ideas, I just can't put them in a story that's all!

I set my sights on looking for inspiration elsewhere. I arrived at a park, an old rundown, un-maintenance, un-maintained for years it seemed. It's funny, this park, this poor excuse for children playground equipment is in the same residential area that I reside in and yet, I've neglected myself and my neighbors, in hindsight, for locking myself in my office away from others, for twelve hours a day; In short, I'm no more than amir hermit.

As I sat there, on the cold metal bench I came to a sad, miserable realization: I have not only wasted my life doing nothing but what I hate, but I've neglected my family; My wife and child. I sat there, drowning in my dark abyss of sorrow. I have nothing but what I've wasted my life apon.

As the day grew old, I looked around for something I could use in my new book. My eyes came upon something amiss, something out of place, something morbid. I saw a man, no more than 40. He was wearing a black trench coat with a fencing helmet fixed on his head. He was just standing there, not sitting but standing next to one of the ready to break park benches.

CHAPTER TWO

The most unsettling thing was that no one noticed him as if he wasn't really there. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but if that were the case, why do feel as though he was watching me? All the man, the man I will call "The Man With No Face" because I can't see his face, why was he looking dead into the aging sky?

The cold of night was drawing near so I best be on my way home. After my arrival home, my entrance to the cave of solitude, the building I reside in; I had allot of details for my new novel! As I had that very thought, that imaginary wisdom, my wife and child greeted me with a hug of everlasting warmth, as so did I.

After I greeted my wife and child, I was walked to my computer to start the first chapter of my new novel. The time passed quickly but I managed to complete the first two chapters of the book. I woke up early to go to work so that I could get ahead in my book while compiling more ideas for further chapters.

I had a guest, an entrance of visitation if you will; It was my boss: Zach Ryan. He, my employer, my boss, he asked me how my "Project" was coming along. I, myself showed him the as-to-be transcript of the new book, the novel I was working on. He was so invigorated that he, himself would firsthand publish my book when I finished writing it!

CHAPTER THREE

I didn't believe it at first but it was true! He even filed suit and gave me some figures to "Best Suit My Interest". I told him that I will continue to work hard on the project starting right after lunch. Instead of eating, consuming my lunch, I decided to take a little drive until I rediscovered that very place I first saw The Man With No Face, the park. I sat on the same bench, that colder than before bench.

I scanned the park to re-encounter that very man, the one without a face. He, The Man With No Face was standing there, standing at the same spot he was yesterday, as if he never moved from that spot. I sat there quietly, without sound just thinking of something I could use for my new novel, the book, the story.

As he, him, The Man With No Face stood there, motionless I thought to my self "This Man Is So... Interesting And Yet, Mystifying" I don't know how to read people like this. My lunch break was coming to a close so I retreated back to my office, the place I dread the most. As my shift ended, I left for home,the cave of solitude. I greeted my family with love and headed to my computer.

As I typed the story out, I couldn't conduct this man, The Man With No Face. Everything about this man puzzles me, why does he stand there motionless, why does he stare blankly into the sky and why doesn't anyone acknowledge his existence? All these questions and no answers. Maybe there is something I'm missing, but I don't want to get ahead of myself.

CHAPTER FOUR

I was beginning to feel sorry for this man, the one without a face. I wanted to know more about him and understand his story, so the following day I went to the park, the one that collapsed from society to meet him, The Man With No Face. To my surprize, he wasn't there; I walked to the bench that only he, the one without a face stands. I looked all around the bench careful not to overlook anything, That is until I found a sealed letter. This was very perplexing to say the least, why would he carry an unopened letter?

Maybe he was going to send it to someone but I couldn't let this mystery go on any longer, I had to open it! This could be something I could add to my book! I opened the envelope very slowly, careful not to tear the paper in two. What I saw came as a surprise as well, the letter read: Dear my beloved husband, My love runs deep for you I am forever by your side We all hope you are getting the help you desperately need Please bare with us at this time of your absence I will take care of are child, we love you, I love you Love, Elizabeth.

What is this? A note of departure or was this.... something else? "We all hope you are getting the help desperately need" What help was she referring to? This was all to surreal; I don't want to delve into this matter anymore. I was feeling all the more anxious the more I thought about this.

I didn't get that much sleep that night, just knowing that I've read a "Get Well Soon" letter pushes me further away from reality. Was this man, The Man With No Face a killer? If so, why isn't he lock up? Why was he at a park watching children play? I think the biggest question is: "Why Doesn't Anyone See Him Except For Me?

CHAPTER FIVE

I was feeling sick but I had to hang in there for the sake of my "Project", I couldn't pass a deal this big, I mean five figures and a partnership; That's big! I needed this partnership, badly, very badly. On my lunch break, I reluctantly drove to the aforementioned park. I saw him there, The Man With No Face, but this time.... He spotted me, he turned his head in my direction.

He slowly raised his arm and pointed at me, beckoning me to come to him. I will admit, I wanted to hear his story but, there was something.... something off about this. I can't explain it but something was off. I moved awkward and sluggish but I finally walked up to him and nothing, there were words spoken for about thirty seconds or so. When he finally spoke, his voice was a scratchy and yet gergely as if he were suffering from a bad case of chronic bronchitis.

He said to me: "I Don't Like You" I didn't know what to say to him after that. I was intrigued by the letter, so I asked him about Elizabeth. What he told me next was startling: "Elizabeth was one of the first to go" What did that mean? The Man With No Face wouldn"t answer any question I ask him after that.

I was confused as to what cryptic message he gave me, but I digress, I am tired. That night was the worst night I had in years. Did he kill his wife? Or did she die of an unforeseen mishap? That was it, I can't continue this story any longer. tomorrow I will tell my boss, Zach I can't write this book no matter how much they are paying me for this book!

CHAPTER SIX

After I woke up, went to work and told my boss, Zach I cannot finish this book he told me that I would not be working there that much longer if I quit the project. I put in my two week's notice and finished up my last few days there. My last day there, from my now non-existent job, I received a phone call.

It was him, The Man With No Face, he, himself called me! I don't know how he received my office number, but I didn't care; I wanted answers! unfortunately I was immobilized by fear and therefore, could not speak. As he, The Man With No Face started to talk, my heart skipped a beat when I heard him say "Elizabeth was one of the first to go....... and you, you are one of the last to go" What the hell! Was he threading me?

That man without a face killed his wife and now, he's after me? OH MY GOD! I needed to call the authorities! I hung up on that son of a bitch and called the police, the chat log as follows:

911 Operator: 911 What's the state of your emergency? Me: Yes, Hello? I need help! There is a crazed man trying to kill me! 911 Operator: Calm down sir, now, what does he look like? Me: Uh, Tall! abought 6 Feet around 40 of age or something, he's wearing a trench coat and a fencing helmet 911 Operator: Sir, when was the last time you saw this man? Me: He just called me and said he was going to kill me! I've also seen him at Forth E. Street and I                                         live close to there.... Please help! my family is in danger! 911 Operator: Okay sir, We have dispatched several squad cars to your home address, please remain on the phone sir. Me I can't, My family needs me I need to be with them! 911 Operator: Sir? Sir, please remain on the ph....

I couldn't stay on the phone! I need my family together with me. I got in my car being cautious not to attract any unnecessary attention. The ride was quick as I don't live that far away from home. I ran inside telling my wife to take are child and hid while I wait for the police to come, but they never did.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day, I looked out the window to see if the cops came yet..... no....! I saw him! I saw that fucker looking dead in my eyes! I ran outside to find him, but I couldn't. I ran back upstairs to see if he was still there in the window; but it wasn't a window....... It was a mirror... That whole time... was that me? I tried to find my wife, but when I did I wanted to die.

My wife, her name is... or... was Elizabeth, she and are child were holding hands face up on the floor with blood on the carpet and my hands were socked with fresh blood. I was arrested for two accounts of homicide. In my trial, I was sentenced to death by electric chair by the votes of the whole grand jury.

On the day of my execution, they put a metal mask on me that resembled a fencing helmet and a Straitjacket that was as long as an trench coat. When I died, the mask fused to my face and when they ripped the mask off, my face came off with it; And they called me "The Man With No Face"

--SkullBrained (talk) 06:22, January 21, 2015 (UTC)