Julian- United Human Faction- Night 49
Richard sat silently, listening to the nearing crashes of breaking doors. Julian watched the man intently from behind his mask. He was pathetic. A dog would be praised for such calm loyalty, but there was no dignity in the same actions of a man. A man with so powerful a name shouldn’t bow so easily.
“Get up,” Julian hissed.
Richard complied.
“Now sit again,” the masked man yelled from the elevated stage.
Richard hesitantly returned to his original position.
“Now roll over.”
Richard stared up with a mixture of bewilderment and offense painted on his face.
“So you do have your limits,” Julian said.
“I’m not a plaything,” Richard said, standing by his own accord.
“No. You’re a leader. Prove that to me,” the Masked Man said.
Richard stood tall.
“I’ve already proven myself.”
“Do it again. Maybe you’ll wear the mask when you do.”
Richard left the room and made his way down the fire escape. His fate was clear. The mask did not belong in the hands of a pathetic college student and his disturbed little group of friends. Richard had always worshiped the image of the mask. It was the only thing he had ever worshiped, and now he knew why. He was destined to take the mask from the tiny man who stood in the room behind, but only when the time was right.
Julian hoped with all his heart that he would be able to take the mask off for the last time. One night was all he could take.
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