Faces and masks: If i'm with you

Part 4

- Huh? Yeah. I'll wait for you here. - Sally nodded, looking after them in surprise.

***

"I'm coming!" - brown-haired man shouted, running to the door. His face darkened, and the face of his friend rose before his eyes, his eyes closed, from under which trickled streams of tears, clinging to them as if they were his last hope of oblivion.

"I want to forget everything!"

— You said yourself... that you wanted to forget... " whispered Larry, covering his face with his long hair.

— I still think we're doing the wrong thing."  - a hand fell on his shoulder and he turned. - "Yes, he wanted to forget, but ... Everything that happened to us once, bad or not, made us who we are now. And the only reason Sally was so strong was because he was brought up that way, and we helped him to be more open and kind together. Emily's voice began to tremble, as if she were about to cry.

"I know, Amy. - he turned to her, saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, and began to wipe them away...

The bell rang again.

- "Who's there?"

Click

- "How are you?" - the voice came from the other side of the door, cold and familiar, and they would have preferred not to hear it.

"Long time no see. How are you, Emily? Remember your me? — on the threshold of stood guy years 20. The first thing that caught his eye was his long blue hair blowing in the wind behind him, and his empty, cold, expressionless, dark blue eyes. He was dressed in a gray cloak, the skirts of which also fluttered in the wind, and a shirt underneath. His pale face, in which Sally's features were dimly discernible, was like a mask.

— I've worked in the neighborhood. Sal and you, Amy, seem to be relying on others again.

Brown and grey eyes of a boy and a girl in a horror swung open. They froze in place like statues.

"Emily, will you call  Sal, please?" — asked he, but here brown-haired ran forward, and, closing a friend, shouted:

"Go away!"

"Why not?" - the boy's pale face didn't change a bit, but there was a flicker of surprise in his dark eyes. - "Sal is my younger brother.

- Sally's not your little brother anymore. - despite his burning resolve, Larry was terrified to speak to this man, but his desire to protect his friend was stronger. The guy put his hands in different directions, closing trying to come out ahead friend.

He didn't want the man talking to her or his best friend. After all, every such conversation ended with the fact that in their eyes settled emptiness, and in the heart of darkness. Even now, he could feel the blackness and danger emanating from the man.

- "Sally lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything about you.

"You say ... lost your memory?" - the blue-haired man said softly, still looking into the burning brown eyes.

- Yes! So it's pointless to take him home! -   Larry shouted, about to close the door.

"Oh... Well, that doesn't mean anything. - with a nasty crack, the fingernails of the blue-haired man's thin, spidery fingers lengthened, becoming sharp as claws. Veins swelled in her pale skin.

"This technique... He's going to... damn!" - there was a look of horror in the girl's gray eyes. She put one arm around Larry's waist and the other around his head, one hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him close so that he nuzzled her sharp collarbones, frowning intently at the intruder. In her darkened eyes, like thunderclouds, in turn, also flashed a serious threat. A white mark in the form of a Crescent on the back of his right hand flashed out. But he only grinned out of the corner of his mouth and slowly pulled his clawed hand toward her.