I was écriture this, and I want to know if it is any good before I contnue! Can I have your opinions and suggestions?
Chapter 2 isn't finished, so no commentaire on the incompletion, please, it is a work in progress!

THANK YOU! :P








In the battle against two myths, two High School sweethearts must face the ultimate challenge; either put everything at risk to be together, ou put their l’amour at risk to stay alive.


Chapter 1

Henna


Well, let’s just say that my life is not normal. In fact, it’s probably at the most least normal level as it could possibly get. I had never even heard of this myth until it had happened to me. Neither have you, because there are no records of it. I am a Masker. I was only 17 when I became one. The leader of our clan had told me that I was part of a very secret clan. He a dit we did good things. I still don’t know what these are. He stopped there. But I at least know this. I am not a human anymore.

I still have the mark from when I became a Masker, it is a long scratch mark on my back. Five long streaks, from five long claws. I bet you’re thinking something like, “OMG, that is just like a Vampire ou Zombie bite!” Well, yeah, same basic idea, but plus frightening, trust me, When I woke up from my coma when I was scratched, I almost fainted when I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t faint, I fell on the floor, feeling dizzy. My face looked like a mask. A red mask that looked like there was a cage around my face, but the bars were red. A long red streak ran around the edge of my face, and straight red line going up, down, and across my face.. My eyes were no longer the soft blue they were beofer. they were black. As black as midnight. My hands had long claws on the tips of my fingers where my nails used to be. These claws were silver, and VERY shiney and pointy, and very lethal. These claws were impregnated with poison, poison that would turn toi into a Masker if toi were scratched. That’s what happened to me, but if toi were part of another mythological race, toi would die. Period. At least the claws are retractable.
Basically, before I was turned into a Masker, I was a normal teenager. A normal teenager that lived in Arizona. My Friends and family think I was abducted, they are still looking for me. I have seen the headlines on the internet, the ‘Have toi seen this girl?’ posters. I feel so sorry for them, and I want to get back at these bastards for doing this to me. I even had a boyfriend, and if I had a choice, he would know what really happened to me. But of course, there is still all this “we are a secret race,” bullshit.
Well, my life has now been turned around, and my future completly gone to shit, because this bastard named Rick turned me into a Masker. I just wanted to ring him around the neck for payback, and don’t think I didn’t try, but when I tried to strangle him, he burned white hot, my hands still hurt a bit, but I’ll be fine. One upside to Maskers is we heal quick. I guess that’s part of our magic abilities. Healing and burning is all I have discovered so far, but when I find out plus of our magic, I swear, Rick is gonna burn in hell.
My boyfriends name was James. I swear, I knew this boy so well that I bet I knew him better than himself. But, there was this little thing about him that I could never figure out. This one small detail. I swear, It kept me up at night sometimes. It just kept bugging me so much! Finally it got to the breaking point where I couldn’t figure it out alone, so I asked him if he had any secrets. Class had ended about a minute before I asked, and we still had about 6 minutes to get to our suivant class, but once I asked him, the cloche, bell rang and it seemed like the time went par too quick to be natural, but it must have been so. Oh, my God, I miss him too much. If only I could see him one plus time.
Well, for now all of the Maskers and I hang around in this shabby old apartment that had not been inhabited for about 10 years now. I’m just sitting on the canapé when Rick comes in. He looks at me with a gleam in his eye. A sick, ugly gleam. I nearly throw up. I don't acknowledge him entering and continue on with what I was doing, trying to brush out all of the debris from the apartment ceiling out of my now auburn hair. It used to be a light brown, but I guess that red hair completes the Masker look. Not that I would ever change my hair to that color, it just...happened.
Well, after Rick, came in the clan leader. I’m not sure what his name is, I never asked, but he is holding something. He is holding it like it is a very precious, delicate baby. It looked fragile.
The leader called for a meeting, right here in the living room. He looked at me, too. What is up with that? But his look was sympathetic, not sick and evil. It almost made me feel like I was back at home, when I broke my leg, the way my dad looked at me. Of course I will never have that exact feeling again.

Thanks Rick. I thought to myself. Remind me to kill toi later.

You’re welcome! a dit another voice. I’ll keep that in mind.

Oh, great! It was Rick. Looks like we can read each others minds, too. This is going to be fun!

Everyone gathered in the living room, there are about 15 of us, not including the leader, so that would be 16 .So far, I only know Me, Rick, the leader, Maddie, John, Mike, Annie, and Paul, all of which are starting to line up suivant to me for the meeting. We are all friends, but I really like to keep inside a certain cercle of people, and not even say “Hi” to the other people. But, of course, Rick is shoving his way in between maddie and I to stand suivant to me. He tries to grab my hand. I yank it away.

Just go away, Rick! No one wants toi here!

Says you. He retorts, Just trying to diffuse the tension!

What tension, toi little creep! We are just having a meeting!

You’ll see. Maybe you’ll recognize the person we have to find, and kill?

As if, toi little bug-eyed weirdo! Who could I possibly know that we have to look for?

You’ll see, you’ll see.
Ok, the little dork is starting to creep me out even more. But really, who could possibly be someone I have to kill that I know? I mean, come on, I was seperated from my whole family, all my friends.... If this is someone I know, then everything has just come back to bite me in the ass.
That is when the leader held up what he was carrying.





Chapter 2

Henna

Oh, God. Oh, dear God no! It was a picture frame, and in the picture was a face. But not just a normal ordinary face that toi might see when toi are walking par someone in the mall. It was a familiar face. But way too familiar. It was James.
See! I told you, Henna. I told toi that toi knew him!
Shut up, Rick! What makes toi think that could possibly make me feel better?
Nothing! Nothing at all!
Ok, I just need a quiet corner that I can crawl up in and die. This is definitely the worst jour of my life, right suivant to the upcoming jour that I will have to kill James, ou see him be killed! Ok, I am having a panic attack! Not cool! Not cool! Oh, so not cool! I grab my hair, My eyes are big, and my jaw is clenched. Oh, what am I going to do?
“Ok, guys!” The leader started, “We need to find this boy, here. I have reason to believe that he is a threat to our community, and he must be stopped! Now, I want each of you, in a matter of the suivant couple weeks, to find this boy, and bring him here. Dead ou alive, it doesn’t matter. We just need him out of the way so we can live in peace!” And I need to know that he is gone! toi all know what to do!”
He looked around at each of the red streaked faces. Nine of them were nodding in agreement, wicked smiles on their faces, including Rick’s. He winked at me as if this were some sick joke. But Maddie, John, Mike, Annie, and Paul were looking at me with concern. Did they even know? ou were they just worried that I might explode?
I separated myself from the cercle of Maskers, and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed my auburn hair, pretty positive I ripped out a few chunks, and screamed. I screamed louder than I could possibly imagine. I ran to the sink, and started ripping parts away with my ours hands. I was crying, too. Why did we have to kill my boyfriend? My boyfriend! The person I cared most about and was separated from, reunited once plus to kill? That is just not right! That sounds like a cheesy romance story! Too sad to be true. If it were possible that he could get one, then why not Rick’s girlfriend? Why my James? And my James, dangerous? A threat? As if!
The clan started gathering around the doorway. In each eye there was a glint of sympathy, concern, and confusion. All except for one pair of eyes. One pair of black, cold eyes. Could toi guess who’s eyes those were? Rick’s. But there was a glint in his eyes, a glint of happiness. A glint of malice. A glint of absolute and pure joy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to end this bastard. He had his fun, ruining people's lives, now it’s my turn.
I lunged toward the crowd of red hair and dark eyes, but only had one target. Everyone ran, as if I were a psychotic killer ready to strike again. All except Rick, who stood there like a bowling pin, too shocked and scared to even move. I ran at him, and he let me jump on haut, retour au début of him, the glints of happiness and malice gone. Other glints replaced thaem. Glints of shock, fear, and life. I could see the life in his eyes. My teeth were bared, ready to strike the kill, when I was throw against the oppisite wall. It was one of Rick’s cronies. A tall boy who looked no older than 15, but with huge muscles, was heading towards me. His eyes were a plain black, only the one glint of life. Oh, no, he was going to crush me! I had to do something! He was about a foot away from me now. I was still dizzy from the blow I received to the head when I was thrown against the wall. I ducked out of the way before he could get my neck in a hold and choke me. I lunged at the boy and jumped onto his back. He tried to grab me, but I was too quick for him. I jumped onto the wall, that’s right, the wall, and stuck there before he could throw me off his back.
The clan was cheering us on, as if this were some form of entertainment. No one was helping. No one was stopping this. Maddie did look like she need to stop this for about a second, but then went back on to cheering. Everyone was cheering “Jason! Jason!” I guess that was the name of the kid I’m fighting. John, Maddie, Paul, Annie, and Mike were cheering “Henna! Henna!” This gave me the extra boost I needed to do twhat I did next. I leaped from the mur and grabbed the peices of sink I had broken earlier and threw them at the boy named Jason. He grabbed about half of the peices and crushed them each into dust and metal scraps. Ok, not a good sign.
I jumped up in the air, maybe hoping I could fly? No? Ok. I ran around the room to the rest of the crowd of Maskers. I realized that Jacob wasn’t too bright, just par the looks of him, so I was able to blend in easily with everyone else... at least until Rick pointed me out. I really needed to get out of here, fast. Jacob was running towards me again and I ran, faster than I have ever ran before, out the door and into the streets. I didn’t stop here. I needed to get as far away from the Maskers as I could. I couldn’t ours to know that these...things were going to kill James.
That gives me an idea! I need to find James. I need to warn him. I need to figure out why he is a threat. There is definitely something I missed here. This can’t be a coincidence. Ok. Well, the first step to me finding James is figuring out where I am. But, plus importantly for the moment:
Oy! Rick?
Nothing.
Anyone there?
Nada.
Hello?
No Comprende.
Perfect. Now I know that Rick can’t track my thoughts.