The Nod: Chapter Four. “Masks”


“Why can’t you wear a normal mask like the rest of us?”

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s a fucking bunny.”

*

“Look who we got here.”

“Take the sack off.”

“No, no. He can figure it out.”

A kick in the ribs.

A woman screams.

“Recognize that?”

Silence.

“Do it again.”

A woman screams.

“Know who that is?”

A woman screams.

“Talk. Or we kill her.”

*

“Is your gun loaded?”

“Of course it is. Why the fuck wouldn’t it be?”

“We’re not here to kill people.”

“No. We’re here to rob that mother fucker,”

A shake of the head.

“But if someone is going to be shooting at me, I want to be able to shoot back.”

“If you kill someone, it’s on your hands. Not mine.”

“I’ve killed before.”

“Right. I forgot. Big time war hero.”

*

In nightmares, sometimes, the attacker is faceless. Or a stranger. A friend. But not.

Even yourself.

It’s the struggle that makes it difficult. A struggle against something unknown.

A blank face that pins you down and begins to cut you open. Showing you your insides.

A complete stranger that runs you down with their car.

A friend, that isn’t your friend, shooting you over and over.

Slipping a noose over your own neck.

You wake up. In a panic.

Surprised to still be alive. Searching for holes or blood or signs of an attack.

When you fall back asleep it happens again.

Or continues.

 A series.

Barrages.

Multiple homicides.

You don’t know who they are, where they come from, why they do it.

No escape.

*

“Please. Please don’t hurt me. I don’t know anything.”

“We know. But he does.”

The eyes can’t focus on her, blindfolded, but she’s close. In pain.

“We can always take a finger off of her.”

“Yeah. Matching thumbs.”

Blackness. Preferring not to see, not to witness.

Splintering of bone.

A woman screams.

“Talk or she loses another one.”

“He must really love her to let this happen. All he has to do is talk.”

Splintering of bone.

A woman screams.

Splintering of bone.

A woman screams.

“Talk.”

“…okay…”

“Good boy.”

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