Title- Intruder

Author- OroKabuLover

Rating- T

Author's Note- Onto Chapter 11! When it types like this, it appears to be a dream, but I'm not sure if it is a dream, or a memory.

The full moon shone brightly above me, it was slightly hard to see though, as the tall trees were blocking my vision. I sat down on the ground, a crisp breeze blowing across my face, causing my ears and nose to become numb.

Footsteps caused my head to jerk up, watching as He approached me. I didn't run, or cry out for help, I just sat there watching.

I watched as a boy limped behind Him, trailing about thirty feet away, struggling to keep up with the tall being.

"I'm assuming you're here to tell me about the offer that I blindly accepted," I said as I stood up, looking up at Him. He towered over my by about three feet or so, putting him at about 8' 6". He nodded.

"I need you to watch over him, his leg is injured. He will fill you in on what you two will be doing in a few nights. He will assist you, but only so far, as his mobility is severely limited," He explained, the boy finally catching up to Him. I nodded. "Good, I didn't think you would object."

I looked over to the boy. I couldn't see his face though, as his hood was pulled up and the moon's light was blocked by the tall man. "You two will get along fine, right?" He pushed the boy forward a bit. The boy, not expecting to be pushed, fell to the ground, probably finding it less painful to fall completely down than stepping out and trying to catch himself with his bad leg. I helped him up quickly, resting him against me, finding us alone now.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room that I was in. I blinked a few times, noticing I was in my living room, sitting on the couch. My back popped loudly as I stood up.

"That didn't sound good," an unfamiliar voice said, causing me to jump.

The boy sat on the couch. His jeans were stained with dirt and grass, his yellow hoodie was frayed and worn out. I nodded.

"I'm-"

"Melanie," he interrupted me, "He's been talking about you for a few weeks now," he said, his voice muffled by the black and white mask that he was wearing.

"And you would be?"

"I can't give you my real name, but people call me Masky," he said, sticking a hand out towards me. I hesitated. "I don't bite or anything," he assured me as I reached out and shook his hand.

"How is you leg?" I asked him, paling slightly as his upper thigh was bent at an awkward angle.

"Hurts like Hell," he said, looking down at it.

"Let me see if I have any Tylenol," I said.

"I already have some," he said before I could even move a muscle. "As well as some other stuff." I nodded.

"I'll go get my medicine box anyways, it should probably be wrapped," he nodded as I left the living room and went into the bathroom, pulling a small clear rubbermaid from the closet.

Masky watched as I set the box on the coffee table in front of the couch, grabbing some Ace wraps. I sat down on the couch beside him, hesitating for a few moments, thinking about how to wrap his leg without causing him any more pain. "Why don't you just go to the hospital?" I asked, "They would fix it better than I can."

"If I go to the hospital, people will recognize me, since I'm missing," he said, "plus, I think it's only a fracture or an incomplete break," he shrugged it off. I gripped the Ace bandage tightly.

"Okay then," he nodded as he slowly adjusted himself on the edge of the couch. I slowly began to wrap it.

"It needs to be tighter."

"I don't want to cut off blood flow," I replied as I began to wrap it tighter, watching as he clenched his fists tightly. I went slowly, not wanting to mess up. I fastened the Velcro flap to hold the bandage in place. "Can you feel your foot?" I asked, offering to loosen it a bit.

"Yes," he said as he stretched his leg out, the bandage staying firmly in place. "Where did my bag end up?" he asked, looking around the living room.

"I don't believe you had a b-"

"There it is," he said as he got off of the couch, limping over to the door, testing the water for his foot.

I watched as he bent down and picked up a backpack off of the floor, returning to the couch with the bag. "We have five days to get prepared."

"Until what?"

"Your first job, we will be going to an abandoned building where some people will be meeting, we need to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Why?"

"I have a feeling someone's probably going to get hurt." i nodded as he went through his bag, almost as if checking to see if all of its contents were present.

"Hey," his head jerked up to face me, "who is He?"

"I guess that since you are new to this whole thing, you have some questions," he sighed as he put the bag on the floor beside his feet, "He has many names, but the prefers 'The Operator'," he explained, "He basically recruits anyone who can be used to help Him."

"So it's not just us?"

"Of course not, I've only met two so far, including you. It's simple. do anything and everything He tells you to do, if you go above and beyond, He'll let you rest for a week or two, if you mess up, you'll need a miracle to stay alive." I gulped. "He'll take it easy on you for the first couple of months, He'll check in on you occasionally, once He's sure you are devoted to Him, He'll stop visiting you. I see Him about once or twice a month, only to inform me of what needs to be done."I nodded, not really wanting to see Him at all. "And try to stay calm around Him, He can tell when you are scared, and it only amuses Him. Just relax, avert your faze, if you think you're going to stutter, just nod or shake your head," he said, "you might think you're watching over me while I'm injured, but I'm actually watching over you."

"Great,"I rolled my eyes.

"I... I heard you shot Him."

"Oh... ya."

"He's pretty pissed about it," I gulped again. "You didn't hit Him though, if you had, you wouldn't be alive right now," I nodded as he coughed loudly, still putting his hand up to his mouth, even though he was still wearing the mask. I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and brought it back to him.

He turned away from me and opened the bottle before lofting his mask up a bit and drinking the bottle, quickly chugging the whole thing down.

He readjusted his mask before handing me the empty plastic bottle. "Thanks."

"No problem," I said as I threw away the trash.

"Do you have hot water here?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yes."

"Can I take a shower here? My water got shut off."

"Go ahead, I don't mind." I smiled. He nodded and grabbed his bag before I led him to the bathroom.

"Thanks." He said as I smiled.

"Don't fall," I said, knowing he would have to remove the wrap to take off his jeans.

"I'll try not to," he said as he closed the door.

I sat down on the couch, digging in-between the cushions, wondering where my gun had gone.

After tearing the couch apart looking for it, but coming up empty-handed, I turned on the television for some background noise, just barely paying attention to the soap opera that was on, the sounds of the television being drowned out slightly by the sound of the shower running.

I was close to nodding off when I heard a loud thud.

I jumped off of the couch and ran down the hallway, quickly knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hey, are you okay?!"I yelled, trying to be louder than the running water. Silence answered me as I knocked again. "Hey!" I yelled, still hearing nothing.

The door knob didn't budge as it was locked from the inside. I banged my fist against the door loudly. "Masky!" I yelled.