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The Puppet Factory

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Reads 167
Votes 5
Parts 5
Time 35m

Mature

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You may know me, you may not. Honestly I'd prefer the latter. Sadly this isn't always the case but I don't really understand why. Not necessarily liking people, I expected them to at least sense my negative vibes and stay away to some degree. Why do humans flock over to trouble like its a magnet? Life for me was great sitting up in a room alone and disconnected. Alright, this may all be coming out wrong.

Look, the shit already hit the fan more than a couple of times in my short time on earth and, I don't need anymore problems. I still have to find a way to get rid of the ugly stains and marks -not to mention the horrible stench- that linger after.

Wait are you and I on the same page here? 'Cause I'm not talking about the shit anymore. I was referring to, you know, rotting flesh and blood...
       
This wouldn't have been my first time being kidnapped and I'm getting hints that it won't be the last. No. Actually while I sit here surrounded by heavily armed strangers I can't help but think that this is actually the third time and, its rather pleasant. I'm sure to some it is wrong of me to think this way but its true and my opinion won't waver no matter how you slice it. 


Did I want to escape my current life? To some extent, yes. But everyone has wanted to do so at some point in their lives so why can't I dream a little? 

Did I expect it to actually happen? No. 

Do I regret ever wishing it? ... I'm not sure. Yes and No are playing 'tug of war' and it appears that I am the rope. 

Right now I just pray my mother is alright. I couldn't care less about the other two fighting 'children' I left at home. They'll find their feet again. 


I don't want anyone dying to save me or dying while trying to kill me. No matter who you are- whether I know you or not- just don't die with me knowing.

 Don't die because of me.All Rights Reserved

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Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.