Puppeteer/pʌpɪˈtɪə/nouna person who operates puppets.
The hallways buzzed with students, majority of them being freshmen. Marielle closed her locker, taking an unnecessarily deep breath. Is the first day of high school usually this terrifying? "You okay?" a quiet voice behind her asked making her jump slightly. She turned around, hazel eyes meeting royal blue ones. She paused, were girls usually this pretty? The girl coughed, snapping Marielle out of her trance. Blue eyes looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" She asked feeling a little dumb for not hearing a word the girl said. "Are you okay?" the girl asked once again. Marielle nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence without seeming like an idiot. The girl chuckled, the sound making the tips of Marielle's ears turn red. "Uh, w-what's your name?" she asked internally facepalming at her stuttering. "Clary, yours?" Clary asked. "Marielle" she responded. Clary nodded, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." she said. "That's rich coming from an angel.." Marielle mumbled looking away from Clary. Clary opened her mouth about to retort when the bell rang. Without another word Marielle walked off. "Marielle huh.." Clary muttered, her lips curling into a smile as she walked to her class.
Class 1C, the sign read. Marielle took a deep breath, walking into the classroom and sitting down in a seat. She looked around, finding particular interest in an arm wrestle between to boys. Nate, the boy sitting next to her seemed not to care much. The class was filled with at least 45 students. The announcement speaker crackled, "All students to the assembly hall in 5 minutes." the announcement being brief but not disobeyed. The students grabbed their bags, walking to the assembly hall.
The class entered the hall, noting that it was quite dark inside. Nate sat down, followed by Marielle and the rest of the class. Soon, other classes came filing in the once quiet hall being filled with chatter. After a few moments of chatter, footsteps walked onto the stage. There, in the centre of the stage stood a woman in a black suit with her back turned to the room. She turned around and the sight of her face made Marielle sick. The woman stared, her eyes being two pitch black holes. She smiled, the sides of her mouth being cut all the way to her high cheekbones, leaking of fresh blood. Marielle looked lower, attempting to avoid looking at the woman's face. The rest of her body though, was unappealing to look at as well. The middle of her neck being messily stitched to keep her head connected to her body. Her chest having a hole where the heart was supposed to be, the movement of other organs and bones sticking out of her body. Marielle closed her eyes and shook her head, wishing to unsee. She opened her eyes to see..the woman giving a speech? The woman looked fine. She looked to her side seeing Nate have the same confusion, along with the rest of class 1C. She looked around, no one else seemed phased except them. The assembly went on and soon they were back in their classes. Marielle worked but struggled to get one question out of her head. What was that?
She walked into her home, still confused about the previous events. "Marielle, are you there?" Her mother yelled. "YES MUM!" she yelled back. She walked into the kitchen sitting on one of the stools. She considered talking to her mother about it. "Hey mum?" Marielle asked. "Yes honey?" her mother answered. As she opened her mouth to speak she saw a black murky being, the smile it had sending shivers down her spine. It put a murky finger to it's mouth and hissed "Sshh." Marielle absentmindedly nodded, blinking as the creature disappeared. "Uh- I love you mom." she said, pulling her best smile. Her mother laughed, "I love you too sweetheart." Marielle nodded, her mind thinking back to the black murky creature. What on earth was that thing? How did it know where she lived? She took a deep breath. She definitely needed a relaxing bath right about now.
(FIRST CHAPTER POSTED WHOO! Note: Each chapter will be from a different characters perspective because it's nice to understand all the views. Next person- Nate.)
YOU ARE READING
The Puppeteer
Mystery / ThrillerThe class stared in horror, the scene before them depicted exactly as the note had said. Marielle slowly stepped forward, picking up the note placed next to the professor's body. She unfolded it, gulping slightly as she read the note. "Welcome to th...