Mask

By: All That Jazz

Disclaimer: I own what I create, that's it.



Music filled the air in the motionless street. Horse drawn coaches stood perfectly still as if an artist had created them with a stroke of his brush. The stillness was broken by the sound of a coach approaching. The coach slowed as it reached the mansion. The doors were flung open and a woman emerged. She wore an elegant costume, but better yet she held a mask. She was attending a masquerade.

In the shadows a small girl admired enviously, she looked at the rags she was using for clothes, and longed to were something clean. Clothes that were filthy would have made her happy, her clothes were beyond filthy. She had long reddish brown hair that appeared to be very thick. Her eyes were dark forest green and very large. She looked about 15 or 16, medium height and build, for someone living off the streets.

'A masquerade!' she thought longingly, 'da rich has all da damn luck! They got parties where they can dress up and hide themselves from the world, be someone else. Dough I'se `ill always be stuck as Margo Egan, no mattah ow hard I'se tries.' She directed a rude gesture at the woman approaching the mansion.

She emerged from the shadows and started walking through the empty streets of NYC. She heard laughter and men's voices ahead of her. She continued walking. After she passed the voices she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see what it was, and a man pulled her into an alley. After a struggle the man produced a knife and held it to her throat, she stood still.

The man smirked at her, he was missing a few teeth. She herd more footsteps, another man joined them. The second man held the knife at her throat while the first let his hands roam, tearing her clothing from her. When the first man was finished he took the knife from the second man and gave him a chance to have his fun with the now nude girl, the second decided he want something more from the girl. The first man left saying he would return for the rest of his turn with the girl. The man grabbed the girl by the arm and led her through a door in the alley.

The room appeared to be an abandoned apartment. The man picked up some rope form the soiled floor. He threw her to the rusty bed. He tied her to the bed posts. Then he forced himself upon to the girl. All the while the girl cried silent tears. The first man returned, the girl stopped crying, she had no more tears, she wished she did.



When the men were done with her they left her bruised and bloodied in the alley, to die. Though luckily for the girl two people passed the alley in the early hours of the morning.

"Hold it Jack, I'se dink I'se hoid something."

"I'se don't `ere notin."

"Jack dese someone ovah dere!"

"Oh my God, Spot, you'se bettah come ovah `ere quick!"



AN: Joy I'm done with ch. 1, definitely not going to be my favorite ch. but it had to be written. I really don't care if you review. If you don't like it keep your comments too your self, cause I don't want to here them!