Chapters Earth
After attempting to put on the Mask, the nearly indestructible man, Walter, realized it wouldn't work on himself. With so much rage built up from years worth of energy and hurt because of a mask that didn't work on him, he threw the Mask with full force in a direction that he didn't care where, as long as it was out of his sight for good.
Once the Mask landed in a swamp, it slowly moved itself onto land.
" So many failed vessels...... Stanley...Callaway....Katie...mob dealers....stupid teenagers...." the Mask whispered, spewing out it's lost cause. It slowly began to glow a brighter green than it's exterior, and once again breathed," This world may be too strong for me now, but it needn't cheer for glory.... for I shall return, after I go to a more suitable location to corrupt...."
The mask slowly faded into nothingness, with nobody to witness it.
The case of the Big Head Killer continued, but nobody knew if he was still around, if it had escaped, or something else occurred. Callaway never gave up and continued the case with Katie, but they wouldn't find it within their lifetimes.
Equestria
Hugo Winston is your everyday intelligent, outgoing, yet somewhat dark stallion you'd hate to dislike. Even though he has great intelligence, even he has his dim-witted moments where he is taken advantage of. He overall has a strong body and will.
Like many stallions in Fillydelphia, Hugo lives in an apartment complex, living a stable lifestyle with his middle-class income. He hasn't done amazing things in his lifetime, but he has helped people out in need, maybe even going a bit far at points. The very stallion many mares would tell their fillies and colts," Be like him."
Even with so much going for him, he wished he could do more in his community, but didn't know what to do. He would never want to be a police officer, maybe help out on the level of one, but not the job. Having so much will to continue this conquest filled his skull with determination, yet the opposite of it.
Today, Hugo has tried going through every newspaper clipping, advertisements, and public boards he could find, but only foal-sitting and mowing the lawns ( Which were very little as is, considering Fillydelphia is mostly a concrete jungle) came from what he found, but his vigilance struck him in the back of his head once more, trying to file through the papers of his mind to figure out ways he could improve life and other's everyday routine, and one thought actually struck a fire! His idea, while simple, seemed enough to improve the town for years on end. This idea, was the public watch program.
The next day, he put up posters to join his program, while scouting around the town, looking for potential crime. The odds were in his favor, and he actually got caught in a crime that day. It was no murder, but it was still a big deal to him, as he had a diplomatic mindset.
Hugo had to do some grocery shopping at one point and went to the local shop. While looking for his oranges, somepony had walked in the store and started looking around the general area, making sure nothing would get in his way for his dirty duty. Luckily for Hugo, he was near the back and was unable to be seen by the criminal.
The criminal then took out a gun and screamed," Hooves in the air! Give me all the money in the register!" With the cashier applying, though Hugo could not make out what they were saying.
With this opportunity at hoof, Hugo slowly tip-toed around to find a vantage point to make the pounce. He picked up a bottle, and walked the isle behind the criminal, the cashier noticing, but not giving much attention. As Hugo walked right behind the criminal, he hit the bottle against his head, and it simply bouncing off his head from a lack of force, leaving the man saying," Ow!"
Hugo slowly walked back, but he was unfortunate in his endeavors as the stallion said," Get your weak little ass back over here before I shoot you, you moron!"
He chose not to question him, but to do as he says, even if he had to get beat up. The criminal gave a dead glare at him, and gave him a strong punch to the cheek, knocking Hugo off his hooves. The mischievous man began to kick Hugo in his gut, his face, and even pull his tail.
" Ha! Some nerve for a wimp like you to try to square up to a guy like me!" The stallion laughed maniacally, as he took the money and galloped out.
"Are you okay, sir?!" The cashier ran to Hugo's side and looked at all of his injuries," You need to go to a hospital! Let me give you a ride there!" He said, offering his hoof up.
Hugo took his hoof up, but responded," Thanks, but no thanks. I don't go to the hospital because I wasn't good enough, I'll manage without it. Have a good day anyways..." and trotted out the door, leaving the cashier dumbfounded.
By this time, it was twilight. Nearly night, but not quite. Hugo slowly limped through town and found himself settling down in an empty park, one nopony ever really goes to at all. He sat on a bench, and began to catch his breath and look at his wounds. There were gashes in his head, deep ones not to mention, small cuts, bruises all over his torso, and he had a black eye. " Such shit luck..... Why do my good intentions always get me in trouble...?"
".....I know why......"
Hugo jumped up off the park bench and looked around," Who's there?" was all he could manage to say, as he trembled with fear. Looking around himself, he could not figure out where the source came from, and he scoured the area. Hugo searched trees, bushes, and underneath anything, there was nothing.
Something did catch his eye after awhile though. After a minute of looking, a bright green light appeared behind him, which made Hugo turn to see. "What in Tartarus...?"
Hugo made no question in his head, he trotted to the dreaded place, unknowing what would be there, if it would hurt him, or do anything at all. Taking the final steps, his vision was filled with green and saw something very peculiar. It was a green mask that had nothing special about it, but a very light hissing sound could be heard coming from it, hard to hear, but once you hear it, you can't unhear it.
Picking the mask up, Hugo's spine seemed to shake slowly, alerting himself of possibilities. He looked to his left, then his right, and then put the mask in his satchel to hold.
Walking home silently, nothing came to mind as to what the mask could possess or if it even had anything spectacular about it, as that was the least of Hugo's problems, for he had wounds to look after.
-About an Hour Later-
Finally arriving in his apartment, Hugo threw the satchel on his table and went to look in his bathroom for supplements and bandages for his injuries. With his supplies, he walked back into the living room and sat at the kitchen table, where his satchel lay. While emptying out the satchel for other possible help, the mask fell out and the curious mind became even more curious.
While picking up the mask with caution, Hugo examined it, as green light started sparkling on the mask. Leaving the mask on it's open side, he began to bring it toward his face. Once it touched his face, it began to suck the face, and attached itself to Hugo.
All the screams were muffled, the mask completely covered the back of his head and the top, and it seemed to be transforming himself. Hugo tried to take it off, but it was no use, for he was basically scratched his own hooves. He didn't know what gotten into himself, and he suddenly dashed all across his room, seemingly in a Tasmanian Devil tornado, styled way.
It all happened for over a minute, and once he finally stopped, he felt good as new. Observing his own body, he then said," Eureka! All of my injuries are gone! This mask must have regenerative powers! What'd it do to me though...?" Hugo ran like a maniac to the bathroom mirror, and observed his face with the mask on. It turned green, his hair was all on the inside of the mask, the teeth were bigger and he had less of them, and it basically gave him a fresh face.
"Not too shabby, if I do say so myself! Hmm.... I wonder what other abilities this mask gave me besides regeneration..." Hugo decided to dash out of the room and all the way to the bottom of the building, in under twenty seconds I might add. "Speed too, eh? Well, that's great and all, but I need to see if I have any powers and strength."
Thinking randomly, he reached into his pocket to take out a hat, way bigger than his pocket, said," Eh... Too seventies," and tossed the hat across the room, in which the hat stuck to the wall as if it were a knife being forcefully slammed against the wall. Reaching into his pocket once more, he pulled out a black fedora," Ah yes! I was always a fedora fanatic, why not?"
Hugo put on his hat happily, and reached into his second pocket, having an entire chocolate milkshake appear out of it. " Oh! Chocolate! My favorite!" he stated, and proceeded to sip the shake. " I could get used to this alright!" he said with a grin," But I wonder... maybe I can help take out some of the eh, 'trash' of the city?" his grin starting to become more devilish, and quickly slammed through the door outside, leaving a hole of his shape in the door. " Sorry about that, but I gotta skedaddle!"
Author's Note
The story only goes back to the third rendition of the Mask comic series, as I do not know much about the fourth series and found I should only do up to what I know about the story. Sorry bout that!
Again, sorry for putting my other story on hiatus, I just don't know what to do with it at the moment, and I am very interested in the Mask for the time being.
Tell me what you think of my new story! I need critizism :)
Hope you enjoy!
After Hugo said his goodbyes to the broken door, he wasted no time, he shuffled his feet off the ground and seemed like he jumped on the moon with how high he was going. In short, he was running like a complete madpony, but he didn't care. That short little "jog" was extremely fun, yet he had the slightest idea why. He could definitely get used to this kind of excitement with the mask.
Barely five minutes later, he was on the other side of the town, in front of that very grocery store he was in that day. It may've been night, but he needed closure, and nothing was going to get in his way.
Walking into the store, the clerk was seen sweeping up broken glass that was broken when Hugo tried to protect him. Looking up, the clerk looked surprisingly-happy under the circumstances. "May I help you sir?" he stated, as he put the glass into the dust pan, but quickly lost his footing and fell over," Oh my Celestia! What happened to your face?! It's green while the rest of your body is light-brown!"
"That's of no concern to you, thanks anyways though. I just need to know what you know about the robber who came in earlier," with a smirk, he had a somewhat devilish look in his face at the thought of who the robber was.
The clerk was gasping for air, for he felt unsafe within the perimeters of this man," What is your name? Just tell me your name and I will tell you everything I know! I promise!"
Hugo seemed to be gasping for air too, but not because he was scared, but the hilarity he found in the question. Finishing his laugh, he said calmly," I have a name...but it isn't important. If you really want some kind of identification, my nickname is Big Head." How did he know this surname, he wondered, but it just came to him and he stuck with it.
The clerk, realizing he couldn't get an answer out of the stallion, with defeat, he replied," H-his name is Waldo Winter.... He's came here before, he is a small time robber, and police have never caught him. I do not know much else, except that he is commonly found, where police commonly find him, at the old warehouse adjacent to the farmers market.... He has black hair and a yellow coat.... I swear... That is all I know, j-just don't hurt me! Please!"
As he pulled out all pleas and begs he possibly could, Hugo simply chuckled," I have no beef with you, nothing to worry about sport... I just need to catch this bumblebee for myself. Thank you for your time." He reached into his pocket, and took out twenty bits," Take this as a gift for your cooperation, just don't be a snitch." Giving the money to him, he calmly walked out the store.
"The warehouse is only a half mile from here," he said, cracking his hooves," Looks like I have a date with a bumblebee..... Y'know, that actually sounds pretty odd now that I think about it.... Ah! Who cares?" The mask was clearly affecting him, it being a good or bad thing would be in the place of others to decide.
Nearly three minutes later, ( Walking at one of his slower speeds, I might add) he arrived outside the warehouse, but decided the simple route in wouldn't work well, as he may run and leave. Looking around the area, the brown stallion noticed some steel crates beside the building he could jump up on, and took his opportunity.
Arriving atop the roof, he jumped in and laid upon one of the support beams at the top of the inside. Now all he had to do was wait, but he didn't care, he had all the time in the world. Hours wouldn't make him bored, just made him exhilarated, as he anticipated for the stallion to walk in.
With nearly two hours passing, the door finally opened slightly, with a stallion that fit the description the clerk gave him coming through, and quickly closed the thick, blue doors behind himself. Slowly panting, he dragged himself to a stack of boxes, and laid there, inhaling as much air as possible.
"Back at it again, eh Bumblebee?" came from the top of the building, and the pony who said it shortly after jumped down from the hundred foot drop, and landed, not a scratch or any signs of pain coming from them.
Quickly catching his breath, Waldo's mouth gaped open and his eyes widened like a lost puppy dog,"Who are you?! How did you know I was here? Why are you even here?!" he said in response, pulling out a 9mm pistol from his trench coat. "These walls are sound proof! You better get outta here if you know what's good for ye'!"
Spotting the gun in his hooves, Hugo starting cracking in his voice, and broke out into laughter. Finally starting to calm down, still with some tears in his eyes and his voice all over the place, he replied,"I think you are severely confused in what will happen. Here's what will happen: you will confess to your crimes, state your name, and drop the gun. Simple as that, abide by my rules, and you won't get too hurt."
Aiming furiously, Waldo shot his gun at Hugo's head, making him fall over. " Oh really, huh? Looks like you should've followed my rules, bozo!" Waldo said, laughing, not noticing the fact that the stallion was moving.
Waldo, oblivious to Hugo's actions, continues to relish in his thought-to-be victory, but that is when Waldo stood up, with a clean bullet hole in his head,"Y'know, I'm not a big fan of holes in my body. This angers me, but let's put that aside! Let's do a magic trick!" Hugo then took off his suit, and revealed a magician like outfit, with a matching top hat. Waldo, stricken by surprise, was frozen from what he saw.
"How about we use your gun as a variable?" Hugo swiftly took the criminal's gun, and put it in his top hat. Waving the hat around, stretching out his mouth, and jugging the hat were all a part of his routine, and he finally put it in front of himself," Let's see what it turned into!"
Hugo mischievously took out a framing hammer, and said,"Let's begin our examination! We need to make sure you have healthy teeth!" Hugo once again removed his clothing to reveal another outfit, this time being a dentist uniform, and pushed the man onto boxes, Hugo making sure himself was the one on top.
Putting on his gloves, he said," Welp! Let's not beat around the bush!" and opened Waldo's mouth. " Ah, lets see..... Aha! A lot of cavities! Looks like they are too late to be destroyed, we'll just have to get rid of the teeth!" Noticing a few nails around the area, Hugo picked them up with him still having a grip on the man, and put the nails in position of a hoof.
"No! Please don't do this! I beg of you! I'll even turn myself in, just not this!" Waldo said, but was quickly shushed by Hugo.
"Don't squirm around, it'll just make it harder on you... Now to get you in position!" Holding the nail above the stallion's hoof, Hugo readied his hammer, and drove it into the nail, piercing the man into the box, as he screeched in agony.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STOP! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YAHHHH!" Waldo had tears steaming down his face as the nail went straight through him, luckily not hitting any arteries or veins, but still lots of blood poured from the area. The gushing quickly stopped, but he slowly bled.
"Hey! Be quiet already! We still have one more nail to go, and then round two! It'll be so fun!" The maniac realized he couldn't hold him forever, and picked up a chain that was near him to tie his legs around the box. Finally, he picked up the final nail, what seemed like the criminal's final nail in his coffin. With driving force, Hugo slammed the hammer into his other hoof. With seemingly the same response, the gushing, slowly bleeding, and, of course, the screaming.
He barely got into what he'd do to Waldo, and the tortured stallion already felt shock, not yet on the verge of passing out, but getting there. " Time to get rid of those pesky teeth! Sorry, but I'm gonna have to steal them, just like you stole money and possessions from others."
Hugo opened the man's mouth, and kept it open with one hoof. "This may sting a little bit, it'll be over though." With this last comment, Waldo burst into tears, giving him as many pleas as a stallion possibly could, but Hugo shrugged it off, and held the hammer up high.
One strike of the hammer to the mouth instantly shattered all of his teeth, as the force he applied was too great for them not to. The mouth was filled with blood as the teeth cut into his skin and the original placement of the teeth bled. Of course this was met with a scream of bloody murder, which was exactly that. There was no recovering the criminal, too much blood was lost at this point, and while he didn't die, he was tortured into passing out, left there as Hugo dropped the hammer and walked back to the door.
Hugo had tortured the man, and left him to die, what did he feel? Good, and nothing bad sprung out of it, except maybe getting in trouble, but he felt that the man deserved exactly what he received. Only one thing left his mouth as he exited the building.
"Good riddance..."
Author's Note
I'm much more proud of this chapter than the last, but I think this story will go a long way. Maybe not a fantastic story, but I hope for it to be one somebody will look at and say," This was a good story!"
Please give me proper feedback, not just likes/dislikes, but what I did right/wrong.
Once the one liner was muttered, Hugo slammed the door behind himself, with a snarky grin on his face. "Justice is served finally."
Trying to enjoy his day with a grin, he walked home at a normal pace as not to disrupt peace in town. Fifteen minutes pass, and he is back in front of the apartment complex. Looking at the broken glass door, he seemed a bit uneasy," Oops..... I didn't think I broke it THAT bad....Oh well, luckily the landlord doesn't know the person behind the mask..." Hugo chuckled a bit, made sure he was in the safe zone to go to his room, and knowing that he was, he quickly went to his room and locked the door.
"Hm, now is this as easy as somepony'd expect?" Hugo said, wondering how to get the mask off his face. When the only thought that made sense came to his mind, he took action, and put his hooves behind his head, ripping off the mask from himself. The mask appeared in his hooves as he first saw it, and knew he couldn't have it out and about. With the thought staying in his mind, he put it in his satchel on the table for the moment, and went to his couch to lay down.
He picked up the television remote, turned the TV on, and flickered through channels to find something interesting to watch, stopping on the news to see what was going on. Paying his attention to the TV, he tuned in to what was going on at the moment.
Every photographer, journalist, cop, and anypony with a keen interest of gossip was at the scene, the murder scene. It seemingly happened hours after the killer got his way, not exactly killing him, but leaving him to die. Waldo Winter, a robber of grocery stores in the city, was nailed to a metal box and had all of his teeth hammered out, only shock was in his face when he was found.
It was a detective who found the body, Gerald Winston, and knowing that there was no saving him in his condition, he had to wake him up and ask him about it. Sure, it seemed cruel and devil-hearted, but he was the only shot they had at the torturer. Shaking Waldo a bit, and smaking him, Gerald got him to wake up, but only after breathing in extremely heavy.
"Sir! Do you know your name? What happened to you? Who did this to you?"
The man, with blood nearly drained from him, quietly responded," Waldo....my name...there was...pony...name...Big Head....Huuuhoah....Tell...I...Am sorry......" With his final sentiments given to Gerald, his head finally gave up on him, and his organs were all shut down. In short, he was dead.
"That is what he told me, Lieutenant, the man was Waldo Winter, and the murderer is thought to be someone called 'Big Head'." Many photos were taken of the scene and his side of the story was written down by every journalist in town. The story was massive, and the investigation didn't lead them anywhere. There were no hoofprints, implying the murderer was wearing something over them, no strands of fur or hair, and nothing to go off of, except that maybe the killer has a big head.
The cops and news gave it all they had to find the killer, but they were not victorious. The murder was so unexpected, it even got the attention of the Princesses, as murder was a rare thing in Equestria, let alone a torture this brutal. But with nothing to go after, they decided to give up on the case for now, even though the kill scarred most ponies, if not all.
Even after the dropping of the case, Gerald still tried to continue the case, scavenging every piece of evidence he possibly could. Days later, and still, he was as close as he was when he started. Sitting in his office that day, he sipped his coffee, and decided," I will continue the search, even if it leads to my demise. I must stop this..... Big Head Killer."
"I thought filly fooling was behind ponies nowadays, Rainer." Hugo whispered as he consumed everything the TV fed him. "Weirdos now will have to serve justice, because those dumb cops can't seem to do anything right. This is a job for me." Standing up, he cracked his hooves and stood over the table, staring longingly at the satchel and mask.
"So what's on the platter for today?" Hugo said slowly to himself,"Cheese, wine, fruit, or finally having that date with the filly fiddler? Ha! Like there's even a decision! Gotta make good first impressions!." With a dastardly look in his eyes, and peered in his bag, pushing his face into it to find the mask. "Time for fun!" he said, as if he were a young colt in an ice cream parlor.
With the full transformation done, he had looked in the mirror with a raised brow. With the licking of his hoof, he planted the hoof on his neck, making a sizzling sound. "Who wouldn't want a handsome face like this? Too bad they'd never understand.."
Making his way out of the apartment building, he tried not to break the door again, wearing a hood over his head to ensure nobody questions him from a distance. With nothing on his mind except Rainer, many questions planted themselves in his head:
How could this pony be that much of a problem? Why don't the police take action if they know a pedo is on the loose in a public area very often? And finally, what would the pony deserve.
Nothing gave Hugo more tingles than the thought of what he'd do to the unforgiving, unlovable soul that had broke a major law.
Nothing would prepare the horror the next victim of his would endure. Rainer had one last day to be genuinely happy, if he was a happy pony that is.
Author's Note
Boom. Done. Maybe not as good as the first or second, but I wanted to finally implement the second side of the story. Hopefully nothing goes bad with this way of writing.
Hope you enjoyed, and please leave criticism on what I could improve!
Thanks for reading!
