The history of 5 Years

Masquerade Party

Chap.1

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If only I had known that agreeing to that gathering would take my family away I would've never gone there. That scenery always does it's best to make me reminisce about my dreadful history. The bloodied floor, the outcries of people's, the shouts of little children, the police sirens outside the party, and the black Masquerade Masks.

I succeeded to escape, someone pleaded for my life, and that someone is the one I loathe the second most, she was the descendant of the gang's leader. For 5 years I have been into intricate training only to look forward to the day I unlock the conundrum behind my parents' death.

They were average, not so rich not so poor. Just the way we had wanted our family to be. The Masquerade Party was a death in disguise. Only 201 people were summoned, when we got the invitation to attend the event I was curious about the unusual number. Never in my life, I have seen 201 people to get invited but 200 or 205.

It was odd, even for the number. I didn't agree to go but my mother insisted, saying that it would be a fabulous place to experience the rich people's life. She wasn't excited about knowing their lives rather she was expecting me to make some friends. I was an introvert and only had one friend, who was grouchy and didn't bother much about others but it didn't matter cause we combined well.

That night on 19th October, I was dressed in white which was soon to be red. The invitation card was black, a type of black that will bring shivers to your spine. And with cursive white letters, the address and all the information about the party was written.

One thing I didn't understand nor the people of Los Angeles, why would someone send invitations to people who were strangers to them. It was dubious but that time I was only sixteen years old, I didn't know what a Massacre was.

I still remember, the ballroom yes it was a huge hall, it was spindly golden, the floor was a synthetic surface and a huge classic chandelier that hung in the centre. On each side of the ballroom, there was tiny furniture organized with meals. The floor reflected each other's sins.

It was not my place I was anxious, to me the room was confined. At that time all I could recollect about was getting out of that void. I tried to keep up with my parents as they walked towards one particular gathering of people who were all wearing black masks, black like the invitation card.

"Oh my, thank you for requesting us to this party it is a delight Mr....", my mother said joyfully.

"You can call me Mr Kim", the middle-aged man greeted.

"Oh, Mr Kim it is delightful to meet the host of this magnificent party", this time my father conversed as he took his hand forward to the so-called host for a little handshake. The man in all black gawked at my father's hand for several seconds and stood up to shake his hand. Meanwhile, my mother was frowning at me and warned me to introduce myself as a token of honour.

"Hello Mr Kim I am Denver Dorian and it's a pleasure to you here", I spoke resentfully.

"You appear to be of the same age as my daughter", he showed a girl sitting beside the seat that he was resting on before. She had the dark specialties, her hair was black and her eyes were blue, light blue while her cheeks were a shade of red as if she was glowing.

"I am fifteen Papa", the girl said.

"Well, and I am sixteen".

She made an 'o' face and got back to what she was performing earlier. I forced a smile. I bet she also didn't like to have numerous people around her or that's what I believed. My parents were busy acquainting themselves to people including me but I somehow accomplish to leave and made my way towards the garden located at the back of the huge Mansion otherwise I didn't know how many more people I have to introduce myself to.

It intrigued me that there was no one in the garden. It was dark, not completely as the garden glimmered with the light of the full moon. It was a lot more peaceful and the flurry and the redolence of the flowers made it better than any ballroom in the world.

I sat on a bench and shut my eyes to loosen the frustration that I was shoving inside me. It was easing, I was completely immersing into euphoria as my red hair ruffled with the breeze until all of it was hindered by a cracking noise.

I looked towards the owner of the sound. To my wonder it was that girl, she was staring back, like me. She got closer to me as if trying to see me more precisely.

"Can I sit beside you?", she asked shyly.

I nodded.

"Well it is so frustrating inside I don't know why papa invited so many people", she said as she formed a pout with her lips.

"It's a party so in a gathering like this there should be a lot of people I presume".

"Well, you're right, well I assume I didn't introduce myself that time I am so sorry I was just weary of all the people who were introducing themselves to my father, well I am Alicia Jones or you can call me Ali that's what friendly people call me".

"Well, nice to meet you Ali and I am..".

"Denver Dorian I know you introduced yourself once, well I must say you have got an eerie name".

"Well I can't argue with that", and we both giggled.

I must acknowledge that I don't naturally talk to a stranger that I just met at a party but with her, I somehow felt at comfort. We talked about our lives, hobbies, favourite movies, and a lot more. Therefore we were having an exceptional time.

Until when we saw the lights blacked out in the ballroom.

"What's happening?", I asked.

"I don't know".

"The lights, is there a power cut?".

"I am here with you how will I know but maybe that's a power cut".

I unintentionally held Alicia's hand, enclosed into mine. We proceeded towards the ballroom, it was hollow dark. We moved and spread our hands to support our movements and to know where objects were located. Suddenly a scream, a very helpless outcry was heard.

"What was that?", Ali gripped my shirt and I could feel her hands quivering.

"I don't know I don't know", I answered hastily.

Just then I stepped into something liquid, I bent down to remove the liquid from my shoes and that's when I realized that red liquid was nothing but blood.

"Its blood", I mumbled.

"Blood?!, Oh no, papa better not be".

"Better not be what?".

Just then a man in a black mask, the one I had seen worn by Alicia's father came towards us.

"Ali? What are you doing here go to your room".

"Uncle John, please tell me what's going on, is papa again doing all that stuffs?", she asked severely.

"Baby go to your room, you know that room that we rented full of toys, dolls, and chocolates on the second floor?".

"Uncle please", Ali pleaded.

The man looked at me and then at Ali.

"Just go I will talk to you later?".

"Wait what about Denver, will he come with me?".

"No".

"Then I will not go if you want me to go please help him at least", even though it was dark I could see Alicia's teary eyes. The man eyed me.

"Okay, I will", he gave a fainted smile.

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The man led me to a back door which was well sealed and I am sure no one saw it including me.

"Listen, boy, I can only help you up to here".

"Why was there blood on the floor sir?".

Another shriek was heard.

"Listen I don't have much time otherwise you and me both are going to join the rest of the victims".

"Wait! I can't leave without my parents.." before I could say anything else he pushed me outside the door and secured it from inside. I slammed on the door numerous times until my hands became red and it didn't help as the screams grew louder as if someone was slicing their throats. I ran as tears started to roll from my eyes, I was clueless about what was happening inside, what was happening to my parents, my one and only family.

Later that night

News: 200 people were brutally murdered ay

the grand Masquerade Party. There is no trail of the assassins until now, police are trying their best to review and solve this crisis as soon as possible. It was also reported that there was one survivor.

*****

"And that survivor is me".