Control (Sequel to Puppet)

8: Wish

When I arrived at the place I hated the most, I felt calm. I saw multiple demons running around, and they didn't pay attention to me. Why would they?

I need to kill Wilford, but I can't when I can feel him controlling my every move. That's why I'm here. He can't control me without getting in trouble. Demons aren't supposed to control other demons.

I walked into Damien's place, dust covering everything. I sighed and snapped my fingers, the dust disappearing. I saw Damien's cane leaning against the wall in front of the mirror I left in. Who put it there? I had it hidden.

"You may have come here, but I will always find you." A voice said, echoing in the quiet house. I turned around and saw Wilford, carrying Die.

"You can't hurt me here." I growled, glaring at the demons in front of me.

"Oh, he might not be able to, but I can." Wilford said, dropping Die and stepping towards me.

He pulled out his infamous gun and aimed it at me, teasing me. I growled and ran at him, knocking the gun out of his hand and grabbed his neck. I slammed him onto the ground and started to punch him. After the fifth punch Die grabbed my arms and yanked me off of Wilford.

I growled and whipped my head back, headbutting Die and hitting his nose, breaking it. He yelped in pain and let me go, grabbing his nose. Wilford stood up and grabbed his gun, aiming it at me once more. He pulled the trigger and I dodged the bullet, running at him.

When I reached him, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw that he had stabbed me. I whimpered in pain and stumbled back, falling down next to Damien's cane. I grabbed the cane and smirked at Wilford and Die.

"I'll kill you Wilford." I sneered, standing up and using the cane to hold me up.

"Not before you kill Dark. I could make you go kill him right now." Wilford snarled, and I chuckled.

"No, no deaths yet. It's too early in the story." I said before disappearing and reappearing in Marks house.

I didn't appear softly. I collapsed and broke a fucking lamp. I heard startled gasps and a groan. I slowly got up and lent against the cane, trying to walk as blood poured out of my wound. Who knew getting stabbed would hurt this much? I mean if I was a human I'd be dead by now.

But I am dying, and I need help. I held my hand against the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding. I slowly walked towards where I assumed everyone was and opened the door. Well, I didn't open the door. I ripped it off it hinges by accident.

"Sup my bitches?" I groaned, falling into the wall and gasping in pain.

"Cait?! What happened?" Jack asked, running to my side.

"Wilford. Fuck. Holy shit. That's a lot of blood." I said, looking at my hand and the trail of blood behind me.

"Bring her over here!" Ethan shouted, clearing a way to a chair.

"Where did you get that cane?" Felix asked, and I ignored him.

"Cane?" Dark asked, finally saying something.

"Dark, don't worry about it." Anti said, blocking his view of the cane. Anti looked at me and I gave him a thankful smile. He nodded once and I was sat down onto a chair.

"So much blood..." Mark whispered, clearly mad about the mess.

I groaned and snapped my fingers, cleaning up the trail of blood. Anti winced and so did Dark, both were looking at me.

"Don't use your powers. You'll die faster." Dark said, making his way over to me.

"Awww you care!" I said sarcastically.

"Damn Dark, didn't know you had feelings." Anti joked, trying to lighten the mood as I was bleeding on the chair.

I threw the cane to Dark as I looked at Ethan who was checking me for any more wounds. He noticed I was staring and he blushed before looking again.

"You may need to take off your shirt. Not in a sexual way. Just so that I can see if you have anymore wounds." Ethan said, being adorable. I nodded and started to take off my shirt, and that's when everyone either gasped, or looked away.

On my chest going down to my pelvis was the one thing that reminded me of what Dark did. His initial carved into me. In the middle of the 'D' was the stab wound from Wilford.

"Makes what Anti did to you look like a scratch." I said to Lily, chuckling. She nodded and looked away, trying not to freak out.

"Dark did that to you?" Mark asked, and I nodded before gasping in pain as Ethan began cleaning away the blood. I bit my lip in pain, but then screamed as Ethan tried to stitch it. Black spots invaded my vision as my breathing became heavy. I started to sweat and finally, I fainted.

"You shouldn't have gone to them."

"I can and will make you kill everyone in that room."

"I'll start with Dark."