I walked quietly behind couldn't help but notice a skip in his step.
"Why are you skipping?" I suddenly asked. I clamped my hands over my mouth.
He just laughed and shook it his head.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
He suddenly stopped laughing.
"Its ok." he said suddenly worried that he had hurt my feelings. "I am skipping because we haven't had a new member in about 5 months."
"Oh." was my only reply.
We then reached a back wall covered in books. There was a sign that read DO NOT TOUCH covering the books.
He moved it and tilted a black book with a mask on it out.
The book shelf suddenly disappeared and a monitoring system appeared.
"Name." it said.
"Jeremy Marcus Milton." he said clearly it the suddenly scanned his eye.
I jumped back.
He then placed my letter on a open sheet pan.
A door opened and he motioned for me to come with him.
We entered a colorful corridor, paintings were all over the walls.
Suddenly a voice over head said "Everybody we have a new member, Raven."
It was followed by lots of footsteps and excited whispering.
We then came to a open doorway. As we walked through people started clapping.
There was a big open room with tables everywhere and there were balcony's on the top.
Every part of it was crowed. I would guess about 130 people were there clapping.
Suddenly I heard a loud voice over the crowd. "Why is she covered in milk, who did this to her. Someone get her a towel and new clothes."
I looked to see the speaker. It was a tall muscular boy with golden eyes and black hair.
Suddenly I felt someone start cleaning my hair.
"Thank you." I mumbled.
"No problem hun, now let me take that jacket." A girl with a country accent said.
I took it off hoping to cover my scars.
"Don't hide them." Someone said.
All around me people started to show me their scars.
"Lets see your." someone whispered, "I mean if you feel comfortable. Showing us I mean."
I unfolded my arms and showed them my scars.
I was suddenly embraced into a bare huge by country girl. Then another person joined in. It was a big group hug.
I felt a smile on my face. These people weren't judging me. They were accepting me.
"Okay, Okay." A voice said. I looked to see who it was. It was a man in about his early forties. He had dark hair and skin with loving caring green eyes.
I suddenly felt like I could trust him.
"Hello, Raven. I was hoping you'd come. My name is Brody Day. I am the head of The Masked. It seems you ran into trouble with that Meg girl." he said.
"Her!" I heard country girl say, " I thought we handled her yesterday when we ruined her car."
Suddenly an outbreak of angry burst went through out the crowd.
"Calm down!" Brody yelled!
They all silenced.
"Some with me Raven. I have a lot to tell you that the letter didn't explain." he then ushered me to a door and we walked through it leaving the crowd behind.
"Now I'm sure have lots of question and I am about to give you a speech and if this speech doesn't answer all of your question then feel free to ask away, after the speech."
I nodded.
"Okay," he said. "As you know The Masked is a organization that take in those who needs friends and or depressed, bullied and other things alone those lines. As you also know we all have special powers. Yes there are supernatural beings in the world. Yes you count as one of those beings. Everyone here is, even me. Now we are going to teach you how to stabilize your powers and how to use them. No went wont let you kill the people who hurt you. You will also learn to keep the other rouge supernatural creatures from harming humans such as vampires, werewolves, zombies and etc. We are call The Masked because don't really know us. Now after you fake your death you are going to be given the chance to pick out a mask. You only get one chance to pick it out. There are rooms here. No you will not be sharing rooms but you will have neighbors. We took what we learned from your secret side that you never let anyone see and your ipod and decorated your room."
"Any questions?" he asked.
"When do I get to fake my death?" I asked.
He smiled, "Now."
He led me into a room with computers everywhere.
He sat me down at a table with people with lap tops.
"How do you want to die?" he asked.
" Dramatically. I want it to look like I was killed. I want it to look like I was stabbed 7 times in the stomach an my throat was cut." I said people everywhere were typing," I want my body to be found on Meg Millers front door. I want a note nailed to my chest that says Your led her to me. Thank you."
Brody raised his eyebrow at me. You are quite creative aren't you. Most just say make it look like I got shot or I killed my self.
I shook my head. "I don't want to give that satisfaction."
He just nodded. He turned to the people on the laptops. "Can you do that?"
"Of course." one said and smiled at me.
I smiled right on back.
"Uh Brody. what are my powers?" I asked.
"It took us a couple of months to figure it out or we would have sent the letter sooner."
I nodded.
"Your Powers are something quite extraordinary. You are very powerful."
I nodded again getting a little impatient.
"You have three powers. They are...
