Mason used to have a daughter. It was a child between him
and a woman he met in a bar when he was 20. It wasn’t like he specially loved
that woman, but he was pretty happy when they got a child. He always felt
lacking in family because he grew up as an orphan.
The child was like a cotton candy. She was small, sweet,
and sparkling. She was like a blessing in Mason’s tough life. He made a family, and when that child grew up a little and smiled, he felt like he could do
anything. He worked whatever he can to earn money and luckily during that time
he got a job as a police. He felt like only happy life was waiting for him.
But the child and the wife couldn’t live long. It wasn’t
because they were weak or sick. The thing that took away his child and his wife
was a rapist he caught before.
Unfortunately it was the day when the child turned two.
That day was raining really heavily. His work ended
little bit late, so he was walking little bit fast holding a small cake and a
doll as a present. He didn’t have an umbrella, so he covered the doll with
his body, so that didn’t get wet. When he ran to his front door, inside of the dark
house, he smelled something fishy. Somehow he had a bad feeling.
His memory buried deep inside started come up because of
the similar situation. When he bit his lips and looked up, Tony was waving his
hand like ‘Do your line! Line!’
“….Amy,”
Mason murmured like he was breathing. Because of the coldness
or because of the memory, his body started to shiver.
He pressed the bell twice, three time, but no one came
out. Mason opened the door with his key and went in. His hand with the key was
trembling so much that he quietly murmured ‘What’s wrong….’
His hand missed the key hole twice and by the time when
he got in, the doll was drenched wet from the rain. The wet doll fall on the
floor, but he couldn’t pick it up because in front of his eyes, the living room
was messy with blood, flesh, and hair.
“Amy…!”
Mason screamed because of the sudden revive of the memory
of the time of chilling sensation. He frowned feeling he was getting naked in front of the people.
And that time the Director shouted,
“Cut!”
“Cut!”
The water stopped, and Mason took a deep breath and
looked up. The Director was checking the scene probably because he got an okay scene to
use. The assistant director came and explained the next scene.
“…..”
Mason wasn’t listening. He rubbed the goose bump on his cheek.
In the past, always, when he remembered his dead daughter
and wife, he just stayed expressionless and kept his mouth closed. When he felt
sad, he felt better when he went to a quiet place by himself. Because he was
always like that, Mason thought he was pretty good at hiding his feeling. No
matter what he felt deep inside, he can just laugh later and think about
something else.
But when he pretended he was sad and desperate and
screamed, he couldn’t hide his feeling. It was just reading a line, but since the
situation was similar, it was harder to hide his feeling.
A short acting during his mission had a clear goal. Like
few days ago, lying to someone and sneak in or stealing confidential
information. If he adlibbed and pushed that person, that person got confused and
got tricked easily. He didn’t have to put his feeling in and didn’t have to
retrieve his memory like this.
Acting. It’s more annoying than I thought. Mason panicked a little and frowned.
“If there is a signal…, are you listening?”
He turned because of a sharp tone, and a man with a cap
was looking at him with an annoyed face. He looked at Mason like he really hated him and gave him a capsule.
“Keep this in your mouth and if there is a signal, bite
it. One streak of blood. Got it? –I heard you died once yesterday?”
I heard your heart stopped then you should be good at
acting dead. –He said it twistedly and even before Mason tried to say
something, he ran away. The cold rain started to pour again. Even before he was
able to calm his emotion, the Director sent a cue sign.
“Amy….,”
Mason found a small shoe and kneeled down in front. Looking
at a small shoe with water collected inside, a bad memory passed by. When a wet
teddy bear fell on the ground, water from the doll spread on the floor and got mixed in with the blood in front of
the door.
Once a memory from past came out, every small evidence
made easier to remember. Mason couldn’t hide or let out his frowning
expression. He just held the shoe with a trembling hand.
-Click.
He heard a gun getting loaded. Bang! Soon there was a gun
sound, and Mason looked up to see the person. A man with a black clothes who was
waiting said,
“I’m sorry about this. This time I was faster.”
Because it was
dark and raining, he could only see his white teeth. It actually felt like a smoke was coming out from the gun. Instead of Mason saying a stupid
line “Where is Amy…,” he just glared at the man and bit his lips. It was his first
time seeing the man, but at that moment Mason felt like that man was the murderer
who killed his wife. He felt like that man was Aaron who killed him, too. He
didn’t know how actual actors acted, but that moment, he couldn’t take the job businesslike.
The feeling went overboard. Without him realizing, he bit
his teeth and sticky liquid spread in his mouth.
“…..”
When a sweet flavor different from actual blood taste spread in
my mouth, my conscience came back.
That man is not that bastard. It can’t be that bastard.
Because Mason already killed that bastard.
When his wife and his child died, instead of catching him
and put him in a jail, Mason quit being a cop and joined the biggest mercenary
company in the United States, Zii.
After he signed the body disclaimer contract, the first
thing he did was to find that rapist and shoot him until his body turned into a
bee hive and stabbed him into pieces. Until the police came and hand cuffed him, Mason was still
shredding that bastard’s intestine.
Zii got him a very expensive lawyer that he couldn’t even afford with a debt. He came out from the court with three months of probation. After
that he worked in Zii since then. That was already more than 10 years ago.
“…..”
Once his conscience came back, acting was bit easier.
When he opened his mouth, the blood that was in his mouth
burst out. Just like that staff said, Mason knew death very well. How the
breath runs out after you get shot, how the body convulse, and after that the
body gets really heavy, how the last breath goes out.
He saw the death many times, and that’s the death he
actually experienced.
He panted placing his cheek on the wet ground and moved his
eyes to look at the guy who shot him. He saw the man, and the man looked surprised. He jolted back, and Mason took a breath. When the breath was going out, his throat made a
wheezing sound, and his eyes were filled with tears.
On his face, he felt the rain falling on his eyes and
closed his eyes. Everything stopped.
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