8.
'Whose side are you on?' Scott cried out in anger, when they were back in the mine.
'The side of the children.' She hissed.
'You are making the escape more difficult with this action…' Sarah flamed at him.
'Sarah, just clam down alright?' Damien interferred.
'I know that you want to go home. I know you wat leave. Don'T you think I want to leave this horrid place?' She hissed.
Scott watched his sister rage at him.
'All I want is to get out of here.' He yelled.
'Don't you think I want that? After fourteen years?!' Sarah cried. Her tears kept flowing.
'Do you really think I like sitting here? Working everyday? Getting whipped to threads, only because I don't want to the others to get hurt.' Sarah stood before him and locked eyes with her little brother.
'Do you really think that I like to stay here, after seeing dad again? Seeing how helplessly he was when I shook my head? I din't see his face, but I knew he cried…'
'…I'm sorry… I must be alone for a while...' Sarah passed Scott and left the room.
Scott hung his head. Damien, who watched the whole scene, walked up to him and said then softly: 'She's trying to come up with a plan to get out of here. Give her till Friday. She will have a plan by then.'
Scott nodded and tilted his head and watched the older guy.
'She was right you know? It was hard for her but if you would attack you would wined up dead.'
'Hello to you to…' Matt said, his eyes not facing the black woman next to him.
'Hello…' She said.
'How is it, that every time you come here, no one can see you except for me…?'
The woman smiled from underneath her cloth. Matt's eyes turned small and looked at the woman. She had hazel eyes… the shape and the colour were the exact same as from…
The woman closed her eyes and her smile deepend.
Matt wanted to call her name but she was quicker and placed a finger on his lips. 'Don't…'
'…Don't call my name yet, say it when she is back…' She whispered.
Tears glinstered in his eyes.
'I thought you were…' He started in a broken voice.
'I am… but there are things that are far more powerful then that...' She said, as her eyes were half closed. Matt pulled up his hand to touch hers. He was surprised when he touched flesh.
She saw the surprise in his eyes, she smiled and said soflty: 'Are you that surprised?'
Matt could only nod. The woman closed her eyes and hung her head.
'I need to go… My time is up…'
'Stay…'
'I can't, how much I want to… I can't… Get your daughter back… that is the most important now…' She said.
'Damn it!' Miles raged suddenly.
'We were so close… Why must MASK interfere here…?' He raged further. He took his glass of *whiskey and threw it at the wall. The glass broke and the whiskey dripped down from the wall, leaving dark stripes in the progress.
'I want him back…!' He suddenly yelled.
'Who you mean boss…?' Cliff asked.
'My son…' He said softly.
The three looked at him with amed eyes.
'Your son…? You have a son?' Vanessa asked in amezement.
'Yes I do have a son…' He said and sat down again.
He saighed hard and began to tell. 'He disappeared when he was eight. That is now fourteen years ago. We were in Arabie and we, my wife, son and I, just came back from the great Bazaar there. We were being followed, I found out too late. They murdered my wife and took my only child. I was left to de. Matt was in Turkey at the time it happened so I couldn't tell him what had happened. When we came back to the mansion it was like he had been through hell. He didn't have his wife and daughter with him. When I asked him he didn't answer and held his son close. I left a few weaks after that, and took the plans of then masks with me… I wanted to get back at the men who had murdered my wife and took my only son with me. I swore to get even with them… My vengage would be sweet… Now I can and now I need more help…'
Miles stood up suddenly and said: 'Let's go men!'
'Yes Sir!' The three yelled and
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A/N: *whiskey = I always thought of Miles being a real whiskey drinker, at the way he acted sometimes and at the way he was drawn. ^_^'
I know I know I know, it is short, but OH MY… Miles has a son…. ^_^ (hehehehehe…. Ow I'm evil)
Oh, and one more thing: NO REVIEWS? NO MASK FICTION! And it will be very stupid then… because the best is yet to come.
'Whose side are you on?' Scott cried out in anger, when they were back in the mine.
'The side of the children.' She hissed.
'You are making the escape more difficult with this action…' Sarah flamed at him.
'Sarah, just clam down alright?' Damien interferred.
'I know that you want to go home. I know you wat leave. Don'T you think I want to leave this horrid place?' She hissed.
Scott watched his sister rage at him.
'All I want is to get out of here.' He yelled.
'Don't you think I want that? After fourteen years?!' Sarah cried. Her tears kept flowing.
'Do you really think I like sitting here? Working everyday? Getting whipped to threads, only because I don't want to the others to get hurt.' Sarah stood before him and locked eyes with her little brother.
'Do you really think that I like to stay here, after seeing dad again? Seeing how helplessly he was when I shook my head? I din't see his face, but I knew he cried…'
'…I'm sorry… I must be alone for a while...' Sarah passed Scott and left the room.
Scott hung his head. Damien, who watched the whole scene, walked up to him and said then softly: 'She's trying to come up with a plan to get out of here. Give her till Friday. She will have a plan by then.'
Scott nodded and tilted his head and watched the older guy.
'She was right you know? It was hard for her but if you would attack you would wined up dead.'
'Hello to you to…' Matt said, his eyes not facing the black woman next to him.
'Hello…' She said.
'How is it, that every time you come here, no one can see you except for me…?'
The woman smiled from underneath her cloth. Matt's eyes turned small and looked at the woman. She had hazel eyes… the shape and the colour were the exact same as from…
The woman closed her eyes and her smile deepend.
Matt wanted to call her name but she was quicker and placed a finger on his lips. 'Don't…'
'…Don't call my name yet, say it when she is back…' She whispered.
Tears glinstered in his eyes.
'I thought you were…' He started in a broken voice.
'I am… but there are things that are far more powerful then that...' She said, as her eyes were half closed. Matt pulled up his hand to touch hers. He was surprised when he touched flesh.
She saw the surprise in his eyes, she smiled and said soflty: 'Are you that surprised?'
Matt could only nod. The woman closed her eyes and hung her head.
'I need to go… My time is up…'
'Stay…'
'I can't, how much I want to… I can't… Get your daughter back… that is the most important now…' She said.
'Damn it!' Miles raged suddenly.
'We were so close… Why must MASK interfere here…?' He raged further. He took his glass of *whiskey and threw it at the wall. The glass broke and the whiskey dripped down from the wall, leaving dark stripes in the progress.
'I want him back…!' He suddenly yelled.
'Who you mean boss…?' Cliff asked.
'My son…' He said softly.
The three looked at him with amed eyes.
'Your son…? You have a son?' Vanessa asked in amezement.
'Yes I do have a son…' He said and sat down again.
He saighed hard and began to tell. 'He disappeared when he was eight. That is now fourteen years ago. We were in Arabie and we, my wife, son and I, just came back from the great Bazaar there. We were being followed, I found out too late. They murdered my wife and took my only child. I was left to de. Matt was in Turkey at the time it happened so I couldn't tell him what had happened. When we came back to the mansion it was like he had been through hell. He didn't have his wife and daughter with him. When I asked him he didn't answer and held his son close. I left a few weaks after that, and took the plans of then masks with me… I wanted to get back at the men who had murdered my wife and took my only son with me. I swore to get even with them… My vengage would be sweet… Now I can and now I need more help…'
Miles stood up suddenly and said: 'Let's go men!'
'Yes Sir!' The three yelled and
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A/N: *whiskey = I always thought of Miles being a real whiskey drinker, at the way he acted sometimes and at the way he was drawn. ^_^'
I know I know I know, it is short, but OH MY… Miles has a son…. ^_^ (hehehehehe…. Ow I'm evil)
Oh, and one more thing: NO REVIEWS? NO MASK FICTION! And it will be very stupid then… because the best is yet to come.
