No one could've expected their masks to fall off. After all, it had been 9 years. Or was it 11? None of them were exactly sure.
The youngest's mask was the first to fall off. She was, after all, the youngest, and the least controlled. It fell off in tiny pieces, chipping occasionally. Well, it hadn't really been there to begin with. It had always been see-through, like a thin, barely opaque sheet. She finished her experiments, and knew that the "Family" would never be separated. She stepped out into the sun, and became a fuller person for it. She never noticed.
The youngest boy's mask slipped off not long after his true sister's. It had always been faulty, so the oldest, the leader, came up and gently slipped the worn bit of the mask off. It fell, disintegrating the moment it hit the ground. He has never worn it again from that day until the end of time. Not to say that he didn't think he protects his sister. She lets him.
Their older "sister's" mask waited a long time; it waited for the opportune moment. She found it after confessing her love for someone. She told him all about it, cried of it to him. His mask fell off the same time hers did. He was the blind one, the one who needed to be helped. He told her of it, she understood it, or at least tried to. They now shine like lights in the dark. They found their salvation in each other. They protected each other.
The oldest boy took off his mask when around the leader. No, took off isn't appropriate. He lifted a corner. But finally, it came off. He yelled at her, screaming of his feelings, letting the voice inside him scream. He then cried. This time, the leader comforted him. He was free of his mask. He was "alive" again.
The leader's mask was very close to not ever coming off. It peeled off a little when he was around, but always re-sealed. The night he yelled, no one knew she cried herself to sleep. No one knew that that night, a little gear was set into motion. One little gear was all it took to practically mold her to her mask. She walked around seeing them all freed of their masks, and she was sad she was the only one with it still on. But then she told herself if she took her mask off, they would not feel safe and put the masks right back on. She wasn't going to do that. She cried herself to sleep every night. Then, one night, he heard her. What's wrong, he asked her. She wouldn't tell him. He bugged her until she told him everything. He comforted her, told her they wouldn't care. Now her mask was gone.
And although the masks almost never came off, and though life would affect them more, for the first time in their lives, they were truly free.
A/N: There now! Everyone was saying they wanted a sequel with the masks coming off, and here it is! Thanks to especially to:
Dreamer-MRAF: Thanks for telling me "Masks" was only a beginning! PS: Yo.
Pyromaniac-Girl and Katie-3llen: Thanks for telling me to write more like "Masks"!
Niffty One: You were the one who GAVE me this idea! Yayness! PS: Are you still on a sugar high?
MysticalPearl: You agreed with Niffty One and gave me inspiration! What could I've done without you!
Magicmehome AKA Lyra: You get your own category. You're just...indescribable. You've reviewed all my Max Ride stuff (and most of my stuff IS Max Ride) and have been my little pen pal from England. I love ya to death! You're still up here even if you didn't mention a sequel. Read their stuff! Seriously! This person is GOOD!
To all you readers who reviewed: I love you all! You just didn't want a sequel. But I still love you all!
Huggles and snoepjes (sweets in Dutch. No, I'm not from the Netherlands)!