[COMPLETED. Wait for Book 2.]
Maggie Harts is a metahuman - more exactly, a telepath. She is more commonly known as Puppeteer, as she utilizes her abilities to take over people's brains and control their exact movements. She used them to gain advant...
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CHAPTER 02
Amanda seemed nothing short of baffled, but her tense shoulders relaxed and she fully regained composure. "You might want to.... rethink that," she said, sounding more like a demand more than a suggestion. Maggie childishly lolled her tongue out lazily and walked to the back of her cell, where she plopped down and sat in criss-cross style. However, her eyes were still latched onto the screen. 'Oh?'
"If you agree to do this," Amanda started. "Your time in jail will be cut," she offered, and she blinked rapidly when Maggie abruptly hissed like a feral cat. 'Why would I want to get out?' Maggie retorted. 'Why would I want to return to a life I never wanted? Why would I want to go back to living in the streets?' she roared and Amanda's head pounded severely, leaving a subtle headache.
"Fine then, if you aren't pleased," Amanda hummed and pulled out a blank sheet of paper. She scribbled something down. "You," she called out, and Maggie saw a security personnel skitter inside. She muttered inaudible things to the guard, and Maggie penetrated Amanda's speech sector to find out what she was saying. "Change of plans. This one doesn't want a sentence cut. Give this to the Council," she had said. The man nodded and left with the paper in hand. Amanda cleared her throat again.
"You won't get a sentence cut, but you will be getting a room upgrade. And I've extended your jailtime," Amanda explained, and Maggie nodded - however, satisfaction was absent from her face. Suddenly, it darkened. Amanda sighed and pulled another sheet of paper. "I guess you want something else."
Maggie rose up, and walked towards the bars again. She wrenched her neck around, before she stared Amanda in the eye. Amanda lofted a brow. "Well?"
Maggie's look turned to the metal bars. She brought her fingers up and they brushed against the cold material. She threw Amanda an innocent look. 'I want Ringleader's head on a silver platter.'
Amanda smirked and jotted something down. "Is that it?" the same security personnel came in and retrieved the paper. Amanda looked back at Maggie. "Now. What is your decision?"
Maggie smiled.
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That night, Maggie was shocked when a guard came in her isolated quarters and snuck a plate of risotto through the metal bars. Supposedly, this was compensation for her idiotic decision. When she had finished her hefty meal, however, another security personnel waltzed inside and shoved a pillow in her face. Maggie remained with her stone-hard yet airy pokerface, but inside she rejoiced. She accepted the bedroom supplies and laid down.
However, the comfort didn't pity her and therefore it did not grant her a nice sleep and beautiful dreams.
The crowd cheered happily as Maggie finished her performance up, but she frowned when she stared at the limp body of Oggy. Ringleader scowled at this but said nothing, as he ushered his final act back beyond the obscuring curtains. Maggie peeked, and she saw Ringleader ambling towards the center of the tent.
"Great show, tonight, hm?" he exclaimed, prompting an applause. Grinning, he added, "Come again next time to our circus again!" and that incited whooping from the crowd. Maggie's chest clenched in panic as she realized when he finished the circus up, he would instantly come for her. She closed the curtains and trotted off, trying to find a suitable hiding spot.
She tore through the tent completely, and panted as she panickingly searched for somewhere that would obscure her figure. The tents holding her circus' performances had always chosen the most creepy places to be set up; this one was towards the outskirts of a small town in the countryside, and the back of the tent led straight to the forest. Maggie ran over to a group of thick foliage, and squatted behind it.
She held her breath when she heard the twigs crushed beneath heavy footsteps. "Magdalene~," a voice called, before the source chortled. Maggie pulled her knees closer to her chest and buried her face within them.
"Ooh, bad, bad, Maggie," Ringleader clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "Oh, alright then! Hide and seek it is - challenge accepted. If I don't catch you in five seconds, I guess I'll let you slip this time...."
Maggie suppressed a sigh of relief and remained stationary. Her breaths turned into nearly inaudible wisps, and everytime she heard leaves crunching or branches snapping she squeezed her eyes shut. In her mind, she counted.
One....
Maggie flinched when Ringleader abruptly whacked the bark of a tree. "Maggie! Come out come out wherever you are...."
Two....
Three....
Maggie gasped quietly as she saw an all too familiar shadow loom over the shrubbery. She huddled closer to the greenery.
Four....
Five.
The Ringleader hummed and tittered. "I guess you win this time," he sung, and in relief, Maggie sprung up from her squatting position. But her relief was short-lived - when suddenly an arm wrung around her neck and Maggie gasped.
"Oh, dear little Maggie...." Ringleader whispered. "When have I ever played fair with you? Oh dear, you didn't smile that much, did you?" Maggie whimpered as he pushed his arm against her throat. "Well, sweet Magdalene, tonight it's the pins for you."
She screamed.
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A/N: What is this chapter eugh.
Sorry for the really short chapter. Hopefully the next one will be longer.
