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"Feeling like a freak on a leash
You wanna see the light?
Feeling like I have no release
So do I
How many times have I felt diseased?
You wanna see the light?
Nothing in my life is free, is free Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You'll never see me fall from grace"

Well I'll be damned...Little runt has run off to another family...This ruins my fucking plan!...Or maybe not. Maybe this is even better! I have to think...Long and hard.

The stranger took a sip of his beer, music sounding in the air, laughter, chatters of people around him. But he was alone in a corner with his drink gazing hard down at the table. He saw the kid being taken away, saw how his brothers and family were gloomy with him leaving. It wasn't expected at all but he always had an improvised plan already. It would be easy to locate his victim.

The next day he put on some of his best clothes. He went up to security showing off his license saying he was a student that needed information. The security guy shrugged letting him through, at the receptionist there was a lady looking through documents. She was aware of him so she stopped and plastered a smile on her face.

"Good afternoon how may I help you?"

"I'm here for a school project I'm doing. I need information about the process of..taking a child in a foster home. Could you tell me about it or can I see someone to take notes?" He held out a small notebook.

"Here let me see...Go down that hallway you will see a small office. Go ahead."

He walked down knocking gently on the door. An old woman opened it surprised to see him.

"Good afternoon Ma'am. May I come in?"

"Um why yes. Sit down please."

"Sorry for this sudden visit, this will be quick. I'm doing a school project about how children who are homeless or don't have a good home could be taken by Social Services and how this is a good thing. I would just like to know the process."

"Oh don't worry I have time..." She began explaining the basics of the whole Social Services doing their jobs. How they would be placed in this building until they could find an adequate foster home and maybe adoption later on or custody if it gets regained by the original family.

"Have you done this recently?"

She nodded, "Yes I have, a poor boy who has gotten into some troubling situations. I think you have heard of this masked man."

The stranger grinned inwardly proud of himself for his dark fame,"Do you mind if you could give me a real example? Like this kid you worked with."

The woman thought for a moment, "I'm not allowed to give you any personal information..."

"Don't worry it won't get noted down it's just so I can explain it better using a real example."

"It won't hurt I guess especially if it makes us look good," This is too easy...He thought,This little boy named Michael Curtis was not stable in his home. Some families are broken by the loss of their parents and this family suffered it, the older brother took charge. In the first half of the year it was going well until this masked killer attacked their friends. That is not a safe place for a young boy."

"So now he's in this boy's home?"

"Lucky for him he was placed in a foster home right away in Weatherford a very peaceful place and loving family. Oh I think I have said too much! Is this enough information?"

The man smiled, "Oh why this is more than enough. Thank you for your time."

Leaving the building getting in his car he drove back to his house. Sitting on the edge of his bed he held his mask in his hands caressing it. A grin spread though his face showing off his teeth staring at the wall in front of him covered in newspaper articles of an accident that occurred months ago that had ruined his life. And also the ones where he had accomplished his wrong doings.

The mask felt light in his hands, gripping it tightly he growled menacingly, "Think you could get away huh Michael?...Oh you thought wrong. I said I would find you and in some way I did," His hands trembled in excitement, "And when I have you in my presence," He snickered, "It will be my turn to watch you bleed."

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)