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Nonu and The Dark Mask – Rough Draft 2.0

Heylo, I changed the ending A LOT, fixed how stupid the ending was, and added an adjective here and there. Enjoy.

A long time ago, two of the greatest sorcerers of all time worked together to create the Dark mask. It’s powers were many, but the main advantage of wearing the mask was the ability to shapeshift into anyone alive.

 

Not long after it was made, the two began to argue over who would be allowed use the mask. A fight broke out, lasting hours, but eventually one triumphed over the other. He abused the mask’s power, and a few years later, died of Leprosy.

 

2131, January 6th

    Nonu slid the mask onto his face, his features almost molding with it after six years of use. He casually strolled down the foyer of Soe Tower, his worst nemesis’s tallest skyscraper and place of residence. Morphed into a security guard named Bill, the head of security. The main secretary even waved at him as he walked past her towards the elevator in the center of the building.

 

    Ever since Nonu had found the mask in a construction site when he was 11, Octa Soe had been hot on his trail, trying to nab the mask for her own maniacal purposes. As Nonu pressed the elevator button, his mind zipped back to the first time he had encountered Soe. It had been a hot, muggy June afternoon, and Nonu was lying down on a park bench in New York City, when she had just walked over and sat down on the bench directly beside him. She explained that she had been gathering data about him ever since he had found the mask, and then began describing to him the torture methods she would use to get the mask out of him if he didn’t give it to her. Although all common sense dictated towards giving her the mask, Nonu’s heart pointed the opposite direction, and he bolted away from her. That night, he had nightmares envisioning himself being tortured to death.

 

Shuddering, Nonu blinked back to reality. The elevator was cranking itself up to the top of the building, all the while making a sad grinding noise, as if to remind Nonu of the risk he was taking trying to kill Octa. He reached the top floor. Completely made of smooth, stainless steel, this floor of Soe Tower was home to the most important people. With offices in a circle around him, Octa’s door was labeled clearly in bright red ink. As he walked towards the door, a lingering wave of dread washed over him, reminding him of the dire consequences of tonight. Tonight was the last straw.

 

He got to the metallic door, and it automatically opened in front of him. Sitting at her desk, was Octa, busy with paperwork. As he walked in,her instincts kicked in, and she grabbed the gun sitting next to her and trained it on him. Seeing it was only the security guard, she put it back in her drawer.

 

“Bill, what are you doing in my office at this hour?”

 

Nonu breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had kept this form, and glad he hadn’t gotten shot to bits before the fight even began. Gathering all the courage he could, he leapt towards her, while at the same time tearing off the mask and shoving it in his pocket. As he ripped the mask off, a shroud of light surrounded him, and his form reverted to the original 17 year-old boy that he was without the mask. He collided with Octa. Off-guard, she tumbled to the ground with him, and made a quick move to open the drawer. Nonu expected this, and shot his arm over, stopping her from reaching her destination. He put his arms around her throat, and began strangling the woman that had ruined his life. She kicked him off, and he flew across the room, colliding with the wall, and knocking the air out of him. The form of his body slumped over defeated.

 

Octa snatched up the gun, grinning maniacally. She started to slowly pace towards Nonu, deciding whether or not to go through with the torture methods she had described earlier because of how long he had deceived her. When she reached him, Nonu used the last of his strength to try and manhandle the gun away from her grasp. A well-trained fighter, Octa quickly stepped out of the way.

 

“You know, I always knew you would be stupid enough to come to me. Children just don’t have the patience to play a real game of hide and seek.”

 

A barely audible hiss of rage escaped his throat as Octa cocked the gun and took aim. After a few seconds of standing there with the gun trained on Nonu, she decided that she wouldn’t make his death that simple. She walked cautiously back to her desk, sliding the gun into her desk, knowing that she could easily take the boy laying on the ground without a gun.

 

Seeing his chance, and filled with the primal instinct to survive, Nonu hopped up and hid behind a bookshelf while Octa was turned away, hoping that he could prolong the inevitable.

 

Now you want to hide? Should have thought of that before you decided to confront me

 

Nonu could hear her footsteps as she neared his location. Panicking, he shoved the massive bookshelf over, and it landed on top of Octa, effectively trapping her under it’s weight. She gasped and begged for mercy, but he was past the point of forgiveness. Shrieking into her face, Nonu reminded her of everything that she had done to him over the past 6 years.

 

You have NO IDEA, what YOU have put me through! Because of you, I was forced to flee the only home I ever had. What do you think my parents thought when I just disappeared one day?”

 

A look of regret washed over her face, but it was gone as soon as it had came. Like a fish out of water, Octa struggled to breath for a few seconds, but then her eyes twinkled, as if to surrender to the odds. She stopped moving, and Nonu fully realized what he had just done.

Now he wouldn’t be on the run from her. Instead, he would be trying to escape the world’s governments. Nonu had just killed one of the largest business tycoons in the world. All her business partners, her friends, her family, would have him at the top of their hit list.

He slipped on the mask, and morphed back into the head of security. He slowly walked towards the elevator, with mixed emotions of guilt, joy, and fear all hitting him at once. As the elevator reached the bottom floor, he waved at the secretary, and she waved back, oblivious to what had just occurred. How strange that no one else felt the odd presence of jumbled feelings around him.

 

It would be a matter of hours before the worldwide manhunt would start. Nonu strolled through the automatic doors, spitting onto the street before disappearing into the rain.

 

THE END?
-Riley Chapman

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