Dark Masks: A Fictional Narrative

Dark and silent, I crouched in the closet. With my hands clamped over my sister’s eyes, I blocked the horrific sight that lay in front of us. A man stood, holding an object, black as night, over the unconscious body of my father. Masked, he wiped the fingerprints from his weapon only to slip it into my father’s hands, raise it, and pull the trigger. My sister let out a whimper, audible, but muffled by the a loud bang. The assassin dropped the weapon, and as he stood, he removed his dark mask. When the man turned, he locked eyes with me, a pained expression on his face, before disappearing into the hallway. “Caine, Caine”, someone whispered urgently. I looked down, my sister was talking, “Caine!”.

I awoke in a mass of pillows and blankets sweating as if I had been running from something. The cellulite of my sister stood in my doorway. “Caine”, she whispered, “I can’t sleep”. I groaned as I sat up, knowing that she had had a dream much like mine. “It’s late Lilybeth, I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”
It had been five years since my father was murdered and since then, we had moved three times, and I …show more content…
“You are aware of the details for this job, correct?” One of then asked. I nodded my head. It took about five minutes to reach our destination and by that time, I had distributed the six black masks and put on my own. The largest man, the one I had deemed the ringleader, stood up to make an announcement. He looked at me, “Keep the car running, we may come out early, and for all of you remember, snitches get stitches.” His smile seemed extremely threatening. He slid the door open letting four armed men out, and before leaving, handed me two things. The first, a pistol which I declined and the second a small box wrapped in