It was dark at the old manor house as David Smith held the mask in both of his hands, "it's mine I tell you no one else's," he yelled loudly as he began rocking and shaking himself violently about on his chair. David had kept the Mask for well over 60's years of his life, since that time he had worn it off and on, but now at near the end of his life the mask's power had driven him completely mad.
"It's mine and I'm the only one that should have it as I understand it's power," he said to himself as he sat up from the chair with the mask in his hands, he walked down towards the hall to a large open chest. Without thinking what he was doing he threw the mask in, "there mask, here now you'll know what it's like to be locked up and pushed around like what you've done with my life, I've lost everything because of you and now it stops!" He said in an angry voice, "see how you like being locked up for a few years?" He then closed the lid and locked it, then stormed away upstairs, as he climed the stairs to his bedroom toughts raced thought his mind on what he must do next.
Going in to his room he opened a large chest of drawers near to a large king sized bed, as he pulled the draw open he found what he was looking for, it was an old handgun and it was loaded with one bullit. "Good bye cruel world," he said as he held the gun to his head, his finger was shaking as it lay on the trigger, "thanks for everything." There was a loud bang followered by a deathly slience as David's lifeless body fell to the floor, in the old mans still warm left hand was a key to the chest where the most powerfulest object on earth was now hidden away, the question was who would find it now and use it?" Most important of all would they sircome to madness and kill themselves?