Green Mask stands by the corner, watching the scene outside, apparently. The yellow mask, however, sits on a sofa with a participant on his lap.
No kidding. The one with the number eighty-nine is using Yellow Mask as a chair.
Judging by his form, he’s most definitely a man and…he looks a bit familiar. I try to meet his eyes, but he lowers his head, remaining still.
Yellow Mask—who’s been watching him the whole time—jerks his attention to me. I swallow a scream at the sight of blood on his mask and his hands that he’s using to grab eighty-nine’s waist.
“Lost?”
I startle at the sound coming from behind me and stare back to find Green Mask staring down at me.
“Uh, yeah. Can you tell me where the exit is?”
“Follow me.”
He walks in front and I hesitate for a beat, but at the yellow mask’s glare, I slowly follow the green one.
The Heathens are a complete freak show and no one will be able to convince me otherwise. A shiver slashes through me at the thought of what they might do in the dark.
As I leave the hall, I can’t help feeling bad for eighty-nine. He’ll be okay, right?
Maybe that’s what Devlin felt at the hands of these guys before he decided to drive straight off that cliff.
He’s not antagonistic, and if they made him indulge in violence or mind games, it might have shattered him.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
I jerk out of my thoughts to focus on Green Mask who’s leading me down a barely lit hallway with gothic-like red wallpaper.
For some reason, I’m waiting for a creepy hand to shoot out and drag me into one of the rooms, horror film style.
Green Mask is tall but lean, and he has a calming presence, definitely not threatening like the yellow one.
“Why not?” I ask.
“You were eliminated and this place is exclusive to members.”
Eighty-nine is a member? It can’t be. The yellow mask looked like he could’ve easily eliminated him.
“I didn’t know that and I just want to leave now,” I say, hoping he’ll drop it.
I’m trying, and probably failing, to not think about the scene I left behind.
Green Mask stops near a closet, opens it, then looks at my wrist. I remain still as he rummages through it, then produces my phone. It’s wrapped in a plastic bag with the number ‘69’ on it.
“Thanks,” I murmur, tucking it in my pocket.
Green Mask only nods, then continues his silent march. We arrive at the double doors that lead to a patio with stairs. A short distance away sits a black gate—smaller than the front one, probably a back entrance.
He stops in front of me and slowly removes his mask, letting it fall around his neck.
The man behind it is none other than Gareth.
As in, Killian’s older brother Gareth.
Where Killian has dark hair, expression, and everything, Gareth is more blond, with light green eyes and a less sharp presence.
There are still a few traits that makes him look like Killian’s sibling. Only, he seems more trustworthy—probably due to his calm appearance.