An hour or so had passed, which Miles had slept away, but when he woke up, he was still on the ground. Miles slowly stood up and tried to turn on his pocket torch. Dead. Feeling around the wall behind him for the light switch, Miles had hoped that his mom was okay, and that this was just a dream and he could go back to sleep and just wake up in the morning and go to the Café with Piper and solve the murders. Miles had found the switch, and with crossing fingers, he turned on the dining room light.
Miles’ flesh turned ice cold as he was face to face with the murderer; painted on eyes, with the black paint seeping out of the bottom lids of its eyes; the eyes glowed a bright red that hypnotized Miles into a soulless statue. Miles was still able to witness what it was going to do to him. It raised its wooden hand and touched the middle of Miles’ forehead. His skin began to crack like glass. A few shards here and there fell to the floor and shattered around Miles. He was still watching in absolute horror as its stitched lips opened, displaying its black fangs, and dripping with blood from its last victim. It began to string up Miles with marionette thread; it cut deep into Miles glass-like flesh, where his joints met up. Miles fell unconscious, and it had snapped his neck with an alarming crack that sounded like a gun shot.
Finished with him, the Puppet Master vanished from Miles’ dining room; where two murders had taken place. He would’ve been safe if it weren’t for his “colleague” Piper Colbat. But her time was just around the corner, for she could not up hold her end of the bargain with the Puppet Master; the death of Agent J.C. The director of HQ.
