Strings In My Veins ( Puppeteer x Reader )

Chapter thirteen

"I exorcise you, Most Unclean Spirit! All Spirits! Every one of you! In the name of Our Lord Jesus Christ: Be uprooted and expelled from this Creature of God," Merlin shouts as chairs and tables begin lifting off the ground and smashing into the walls. I froze in shock...I thought that only happens in the movies? Finn's mouth started foaming up and shaking uncontrollably.

"It's not working! He's still powerful," I yelled to the guy next to me. He gripped my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

"Father Merlin knows what he is doing, and I promise you he had much more chaotic Exorcisms than this," He promised me, "he even had to perform an exorcism on some murderous doll named Annabelle."
That somehow sounds familiar...

One of Finn's hands burst out of the arm restraints and quickly smashed a mirror next to him to receive a shard of glass in a swift movement. Merlin had his eyes closed and was reciting the words of the Bible. I witnessed Jonathan stretch out his arm to cut Merlin across the face in rage.
"No!" I cried as I covered my mouth. Merlin weakly stood up, with a bloody cheek, and held his cross to Jonathan who is managing to get his other hand free. The other guy lunged at Jonathan and pinned him down as Merlin resumed citing the Bible. Then, out of nowhere, somebody held me at gunpoint and forced me on my knees. I wasn't facing the nutcase, but everyone was nearly frozen in fear.

"Let him go, and you can have the girl," the guy ordered. I know who this is...it's Jonathan's puppet, Zachary.
He held it close to my head as the Cole Sprouse guy quickly shoved Finn's possessed body to Zachary. Zachary lowered his gun and held me in a surprisingly painless headlock.

"Okay, you got what you were looking for...give us the girl," the Cole Sprouse guy ordered. Zachary held his gun out in front of him and snickered.

"I don't think I will, actually," Zachary chuckled darkly as he shot him in the lower chest. My body went limp as involuntary tears started pouring down my face.
I started squirming and kicking him but it was no use, I'm already dead. The midnight ding from the clock echoed throughout the house. Zachary let go of me as I fell to the floor, holding my stinging arm in pain. Jonathan, in his own sinister form, crouched in front of me with an ear-to-ear grin. I struggled to back up from him, panic rising in me, since who knows what he's going to do to me? His capabilities are endless...

"Look at you...do I sense fear? I think I do," Jonathan chuckled, "Listen, doll, I don't think you understand who the hell I am. I own you and there's no god from above who can save you. I am your god, I am the Puppeteer."

"Jonathan," I whispered to him.

"Don't call me that, doll. You address me as master or puppeteer," Jonathan yelled as I flinched back. He looked down at me and touched my shortened hair before I jerked my head back. I glared at him as I leaned away as far I could.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't think I gave you permission to do that and calling me the wrong name, you must be punished," Jonathan says, dragging me by the collar of my shirt. I started breathing heavily while I tried to grab onto anything I could, but it was no use.

"Y/N!" The Cole Sprouse guy called after me, laying in his own puddle of blood. I gave him one last terrified look before Jonathan held me at the top of the staircase. I have a pretty wealthy family so we have this grand staircase that reaches to the third floor...if you slip then you die. No doubt about it. He took my hands and leaned me far enough where one small slip and I'll be crashing down. I was at the face of death.
He slowly took his left hand away from mine, and now I'm barely hanging onto his right hand. My eyes widened as I shook my head in mercy.

"Please," I begged. His face darkened and everything was in slow motion now. He let go of my hand and I fell backwards, rolling down a few seconds until I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Everything then went black.

10.27.18// somewhere beyond this world

I shot open my eyes and sat up immediately, taking in my surroundings. I was in the middle of a dark corridor. Doors were lined up on both of my sides...do I dare to open one? My hands shook as I opened the one in front of me.
I saw myself with Finn...watching a movie. Oh my god, is this...is this that night? I couldn't watch anymore when he forced me down.

I shook my head as I opened another door. once I opened it, I saw him kissing me. I shook my head. Why did he do that? It sickens me.
"Hey, Doll," Jonathan's voice says behind me. I jumped and slammed the door and faced him.

"You ass," I glared as I slapped him across the face.
He paused before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me with him. We arrived at a dark, beaten up kids room. There were broken toys and rocking chairs littered on the dirty, pink rug. In the corners were Emra and Zachary.

"You have to learn to keep your mouth shut," Jonathan smirks. He forcefully sits me down on a rocking chair and strapped my arms and legs down.
What the hell does this maniac think he's doing?

Jonathan picks up a random, dirty needle off the ground and uses some golden string to see my mouth shut. I struggled as it pierced into my skin and kept being woven in and out. The string soon dissolved into my skin and I could open my mouth again...except it came with a price.
"Thank you, Master. I am your complete puppet," a voice emerged from myself. I held my throat and paused in shock and disgust. I breathed heavily after "I" was done speaking.

"What was that?" I asked in shock. He smirked at me.

"That was your obedience woven into yourself, you're welcome," a voice emerged once more my myself.
Jonathan left it at that and left me alone with his minions.

"Welcome to the club, and sorry that we nearly killed you a couple times. It wasn't our doing, though, so give us some slack," Zachary says.

"I need to get back to the real world, is there any way to do that? Please...you could come with me and rid that monster out of our lives forever," I asked them.
Emra just laughed.

"We only leave if he allows us to. Right now we're in the realm in between life and death. If we go home, we resume where we left off in our lives this time without Puppeteer," Emra says.

"Is there anyway for him to...let us go?" I asked.

"Nope, he's a heartless asshole. Nothing will ever change his twisted mind,"