I'll take you to the life and world of someone, a boy, A Masked Boy.
Sitting in a ball, thinking, was a young boy. Covering his face was a mask. The mask had a frown upon it. Painted in red. A picture hung on the wall above the boy. The picture of a woman, though the woman's face was completely black, the rest colorful like any other portrait.
A clock sat on the floor, along with a window. Outside the window was a bright white moon, and a few clouds and stars. Located upon what we'd like to call a ceiling was a bed, and a light. The light was turned off, and the moon bringing only a small amount of brightness into the room. Enough to see.
The door located on the wall opposite to the portrait and the boy, was shut tight and only mumbles could be heard from outside of it.
Upon the boy's left shoulder was a tattoo, painted in black ink it was three circles. Each parallel to one and another. Nothing else was on the boy's body. He was sitting there naked, except for his mask. His hair was messy, and his bangs pushed to the side covering one eye of the mask.
"Son." The door slipped open, a large man with a mask on. Upon his mask was a simple drawing of a lion. The man, obviously the boy's father.
The man wearing nothing as well.
"Father, the shadows have come yet again to visit me. Why do they show themselves to me only?" Came the young boy's voice, he sounded slightly like a girl, showing he hadn't quite reached puberty.
"Because you have the mark! Upon your left shoulder."
The boy's face direction moved to his left shoulder. "Why do I have the mark father?"
"My great grandfather had the mark! It is only natural you are marked by the shadows as well. Come, mother has completed supper. Tonight we will share our last before your ceremony." The man left, closing the door behind him lightly so that it still let in a crack of light from the long hall before the room.
"I do not want to go to my ceremony. I hate ceremonies." The boy growled, following his father to the dinner table.
The table hung upside down upon the ceiling, as they entered they walked up the wall. Mother already sitting with all the food set out. "Oh son! I am so proud of you! You are finally getting Ceremonied!"
"Mother, that's not a word. I'm just..eh, let's just eat."
"Mother, he is right I'm afraid. Though rudely told Son." Father croaked from behind the mask, lifting his spoon full of food to his mouth, his masked cracked slightly then the food was gone, and the mask still in prefect condition.
So far no names had been spoken, for within his religion it was rude to speak the name of a family member. Also the boy's mother wore no clothes either. Belonging to the planet's religion, no one wore clothes, within there homes. Outside they wore long black cloaks.
"Oh son, I am going to miss you deeply."
"I'm not leaving forever Mother, there's no need to miss me." The boy's masked followed his Father mask in cracking and repairing itself as he ate. Though, not once could you see there faces.
"But, I'm your Mother, it's my job to worry, and miss you!"
"Don't do you job for once then."
"Son!" His Father roared, though it almost sounded as though it exploded from behind the mask.
"Leave your Mother alone. And go prepare yourself. Now."
The boy left, returned to his room. Only to curl up again, this time to cry.
(Note: Yes, they don't were clothes, and no, they are not a nudest colony. Please don't make fun of this story in comments.) |
Submission Name: Masked Boy
