Shout at the Devil (Mask Fanfic)

"Hey Charlie!"

A brown haired man walking along the street called to me in a manner I have never heard before. Until I realized, hey!

"Oh hell, George!"

It was my buddy from high school, his face sure has matured. Wrinkles line his face but he is still quite young. He has a hard, toned face with whiskers. A five 'o clock shadow out of this world. He gelled his hair over leaning on the left, trying to look cool. But non the less, just making himself look harder than what need be.

"You still have that deep red hair. I thought you'd dye it by this point?"

He was right, I take pride in my red hair. And my suit and tie. Makes me look professional. I was bullied for my red hair, but I just shrugged it aside and held my pride. High school was tough, but hey. I make money now, not rich but not poor. I'm doing well.

"Yeah buddy, you wanna have a beer sometime?"

"Sure! But, I have something to show you."

"What is it?"

"You'll see..."

I have always been a fan of the occult. And in this town, there have been reports of Devil Worshipers. I think their full of crap, just a group of teenagers being edgy. Well, I would say I'm a little edgy. I'm a private investigator. I mostly investigate cheating husbands and unruly managers.

But I dawn my grey fedora, and we head on over to the nearest bar...

"So, let me show ya bud."

Charlie unveils a mask from his briefcase, people don't look over. But we hear a couple whispers coming from:

-Hey didya hear? Some teenagers ACTUALLY made a portal to hell.

-No shit.

-Yeah, and a weird mask came out of it. Something about Aztecs and sacrifices. Buncha bull if you ask me.

-Maybe the Aztecs sent it to Hell because it was dangerous...

-Who knows...

But Charlie leads me on to something big. Oh no, something greater than ever imagined.

"Check this out buddy."

A green mask came out of his suitcase, little pieces of emerald and shell formed this as a weird looking thing. It had glowing red eyes and it was really an eyesore.

"Put it on."

"You sure, Charlie?"

"Yeah."

A grab the mask, cold to the touch. I examine it for awhile, I wonder why he would let me put it on. Probably scared because of what people have been saying. Demon mask and all that. I'm a fan of the occult. That's why I became a private investigator. And I investigated those teens who created this supposed, 'Portal to Hell'. And let me tell you, it was just a pentagram with condoms on it. I think it's a little interesting, but all I hope for is that no one got pregnant. But all these thoughts aside, I dawned the mask.

And dawning this thing was a nightmare...

There I sat, my face contorting and twisting into something unfathomable. I felt my face turn into the shape it wanted. A green skull with big white teeth and red eyes.

"Wooo boy! Isn't this a treat. What an interesting concept I have created for myself, and I would say..."

Charlie looks at me dumbfounded.

"Woah, George. What the hell happened to your voice?"

He was right, my voice contorted into a demonic sounding high pitched voice. Like a boy turning into a man, but a little more energetic.

"It's been fun Mr. Charleston Chewy Dewy. But I gotta make a run to those teenagers."

What, but I already investigated them...

As soon as I thought that, the mask created a rocket that shot out of the roof of the bar.

"George!"

Everyone in the bar stared dumbfounded to how a man in a grey suit with a green mask can manifest a rocket out of his pocket and fly away with his eyes bulging out of his sockets.

"Ohh boy, what to do, what to do..."

"I'll give them a little bit of the Hiroshima special. Hehe."

George, or the man with the green mask on. Dropped bombs over the town and it's buildings. Destroying businesses and peoples homes. Cars exploded and people cried desperately.

"It looks like the Fourth of July on a Friday. And let me tell you, Friday is the best day of the week."

Dropping bombs where he went, The Mask stopped at the teenagers abode.

He kicks in the door of the little shack, stated out in the woods. Just East of town.

"Hey kids, what's shaking other than your dilly willies?"

Punk rockers with slicked purple hair and emo girlies are sitting over a pentagram making out.

"Huh? Who the hell're you?"

Three adults, hanging out the teenage girls. The three pull switchblades out of their leather jackets and punked out vests.

"Leave buddy, or your ground beef."

The girls stare speechless.

"Ohhh, older women not suiting ya? HAHAHAHA! And I thought I was crazy!"

"You asked for it!"

They lunge towards the man in The Mask.

"Woah there tiger, you shoulda kept it in your pants."

Then a tiger appears seemingly out of nowhere and gnaws at the mans face. It makes short work of him. Tearing him to shreds as blood spews everywhere, the women are crying and the men are angry. Then, the tiger disappears.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Then one of the thugs stabs the man in the mask.

"YOUCH!"

"Ha I got you!"

"You shoulda stayed in school kid."

Then, the man in The Mask shoots a book out of his stab wound and smacks the thug in the face. It hit his face so hard, it went through his head. Brains and blood fly everywhere.

"I'm getting outta here."

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

And then the door turns into a monster, and eats the thug whole. Then the man in The Mask looks at the three teenage girls. His eyes turn into huge love hearts.

"Oh the flame of forbidden love! How it hits my heart..."

He lets out a tear.

"Leave! Oh wait, besides you."

A girl sitting in a pool of her own piss leaks outta her pants. Black lipstick and white polish make up. A beautiful young girl, who looks only about 15 or 16.

"You may need a pair of these baby."

The Mask pulls out a pair of black panties with the green mask lining both the ends.

"AHHHHH!

All the girls run away.

"Oh your no fun...Oh well, look out and shout! Hmm, a pentagram. I know what to do!"

The Mask starts pulling things out of his pockets.

"A little bit of pepper. A black cat, a dash of Satanic words on a paper. And layer it with a bit of Wiccan spells. And walla!"

A Satanic portal opens up at the foot of the pentagram. It emerges into a purple beam of light, and a vortex of light emerges from the ground.

"Time to Shout at the Devil. Hehehe. Title drop."