Paul- United Human Faction- Night 49
Julian’s writings changed when he wrote as the Masked Man. The kind, innocent individual Paul had befriended so long ago disappeared behind the white glare. His writing became more brutal and precise the more he used the mask. Their original intent in creating the IUH was to prevent bloodshed in the wake of increasingly negative circumstances, but Julian had begun to talk about a Plan, something with sacrifice for the greater good.
He and Sharon wanted to turn the experiment into a revolution. They wanted to destroy, so that others could rebuild. That was the purpose of his mask. He was the heartless, faceless villain. His weekly updates became colder and colder. The transcripts in the safe became less focused on ideals. They were filled with statistics.
Karen had never wanted the Faction to grow to the scale Thomas and Julian built it up to. She had always seen it as a something that would catch a person’s eye. It was an advertisement for an idea. She used the example of the peacock’s feathers. the animal wasn't as big as its feathers advertised, and that's how it should be. The idea of the bird was greater than the bird itself. She even had a feather tattooed on her back.
The feather emblem of the Faction, as corrupted as its appearance had become, was initially the same feather Karen had worn on her skin. The feather was not important, the Faction was important. She was important.
Paul reached to the bottom of the box and felt something soft on his fingertips. He finally looked into the box and saw a peacock feather lying on a black form. He tossed the real feather aside, and saw the angular imprint of the Faction Feather on the cheek of a mask.
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