Puppet Master

Chapter One: Pilot

   The streets of L.A. gave off a muggy and clamorous mood which gave a strange sense of home to Y/N. To any other person that doesn't actually live in L.A. the place would be overwhelming and chaotic. But it was this painful nostalgia that Y/N now ached for.

Two months ago...

Y/N was sitting at the library's cafe, casual clamor was heard around her as she sat at a small table near the window of the cafe showing off a homely Oak tree as the fiery colors of the autumn leaves tumbled along the ground outside. Y/N paused a moment and took a sip of her coffee before turning back to her book. Her e/c eyes skimmed through the pages as she absentmindedly slid her fingers through her h/l, h/c locks. Her mind was so inthralled with her book she did not realize the man that sat himself across from her. The man sat and smirked as he waited for Y/N to notice him. He finally moved and casually held the coffee cup to the table and when Y/N went to take another sip her hand that was gripped at the middle of the cup slid up and accidentally took the lid with her. Y/N finally stopped reading and soundlessly looked at the lid she was holding in her hand.

"Well fuck me..." Y/N said softly to herself. The man finally laughed heartily witch startled Y/N as she whipped her head to see a man with quite the muscles. He donned monochromatic garb much like herself. The man also flaunted a floof of charcoal hair and a tasteful amount of stubble along his jawline, the man opened his eyes after laughing which displayed his pearly white teeth. His eyes were a deep brown that shimmered through his glasses.

"Whoa there! At least buy me a drink first." The man giggled in a baritone rumble. Y/N was confused by the man's statement.

"You said 'fuck me.' After you accidentally took your lid off." Y/N looked down and realized the situation.

"Ah! Sorry about that, I get carried away when I read a good book." Y/N said in a light tone. The man leaned in while eyeing the aforementioned book.

"What's the book called?" The man inquired.

Almost immediately Y/N answered, "The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde!" She lit up as she proceeded to boast about the book. "It's basically about a man, Doctor Jekyll, who simply wanted to separate evil from good, however while experimenting on himself he accidentally created Mister Hyde. The two are very different; one is a learned and kind man while the other is crude and malicious." After Y/N gave the rundown she looked up at the man. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I got your name! My name is Y/N."

The man smiled and replied, "I'm Damien." Damien held out his hand for Y/N who in turn took it a finally had a proper introduction. Y/N noticed the strong grip Damien had which slightly concerned her but simply chalked it down as enthusiasm.

The two talked for a while when Y/N looked at her phone to see she had gotten a call from her older brother. "Um, please excuse me for a moment." She stood up and headed towards the bathroom as she heard Damien reply "Not at all! Take your time."

"I'm sorry Y/N, he never woke up this morning." Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. Her stepdad just died, she didn't remember how, her brother's voice on the phone sounded muffled. Y/N stared for a while as her brain sluggishly absorbed the pain and realization of it all."Thanks for letting me know Vincent, I'll call you later Love you, bye."

Her stepdad's family did not like Y/N and she was told she couldn't attend the funeral since it was close family only, meaning blood relatives. The feeling of helplessness broiled in the pit of her stomach until she finally snapped and punched the bathroom mirror three times shattering it. After the pain from her bleeding knuckles soothed her, Y/N wiped away the few tears that had leaked down her cheeks.

"There's our little monster..." Y/N mumbled to herself in a grim tone, Y/N hated to admit she had a nasty temper and tended to take her frustrations out on items. After Y/N finally composed herself, Y/N walked out of the bathroom having completely forgotten that she left Damien waiting.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said feigning a happy tone as she hid her blood knuckles behind her. "Unfortunately I need to go, I have some things to do at home." She moved to leave the cafe but Damien's hand caught Y/N's own bloody hand by the wrist.

"You know, it doesn't hurt to let your feelings out." Damien spoke softly as he looked into Y/N's eyes pooling with concern. Y/N relented as she let Damien guide her to his house.