This is a really weird story…it probably will make no sense, so I'll explain some stuff about it and post a companion story to it…that should make things a little clearer. Anyhoo, the girl is one of the HSM characters, so is the guy. It's a modern-day AU, and should make more sense when I get the other story posted. Please review even if it confused the hell out of you…
Staring at her, across the way, was the masked symbol of the old costume company. it was looking back at her.
Time stopped.
She was being pulled toward it, seeing her face reflectedin its empty eyes. It was pulling her in.
The chatter around her resumed, the world around her starting to fall into place. Costumes stood tall on their hangers, as children wove around her, pulling their mothers to the perfect princess costume or the best superhero cape.
The mask was staring back at her, its empty eyes boring into hers. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for life to be brought back to them. No one saw the eyes slipping away with her.
Now she was hidden, in the crowd of the masquerade. The shop was far behind her now. She stood still, watching. Waiting. She watched the beautiful gowns whirl away and back to the sides of their partners, all at once. They all hid behind masks, to them, nothing but painted faces. Trying to hide behind masks and costumes, but she still saw him. Still, she waited. He would come to her, just as he has come to so many, over and over. Tonight, he would come to her alone. It was his last mistake.
The flat eyes behind the mask flickered, the first spark appearing as the dance ended. His eyes found her, merely another face in the crowd to him. He made his way over to her, eyes locked the entire time. He had come.
No words were exchanged as they spun themselves into the tapestry of the dance. A pair in the crowd never had been further away. They knew what they had come for. She knew she would win. The dance had stopped, and she came back to earth quickly. She slipped away. She knew he would find her.
He caught up with her outside. It was deserted, as she had known it would be. The moon lit up this world, her world, with shadows of light, of lies, of broken promises about to be mended.
He was nearly there. She turned away, letting the knife hidden in her glove slip down into her fingers.
He caught her by the arm, pulling her around to face him. He had left his mask behind, leaving his face unshielded.
He bent down towards her, his hand reaching behind her head to untie the ribbon holding her mask in place, brushing her dark hair. She moved his hand away and took her mask off herself, watching his look change from triumph to horror.
He tried to back away, but she had stuck the blade into his heart before he had taken two steps back.
"I told you before-I always win." she reminded him. Wasting her words on a dead man.
She dropped her mask beside his still body and turned away, the night swallowing her up into the shadows.
Like I said, short and utter confusement. Should make sense when I finish typing up the other chapter (when my odious hw is done). I'm going to post that as the second chapter, but chronologically, it makes waaaay more sense if you read the second chapter first. It kinda makes you understand what the hell's going on. (somewhat.) IDK. I wrote it as just a weird thing for nothing, but then I realized it completely fit HSM, so I decided to post it. Please review!