Marionette.
Dance my doll, while you are young.
When you get old, you`ll get to heavy.
Swedish nurse rhyme.
He was beautiful. The doll my master created. Pale skin covered his porcelain body. His hair like sunlight master had gotten from a barber shop. And twinkling green eyes made of glass. I don`t think it`s wrong to say that I loved Feliks even though I was human and he was not.
We both worked for master in his shop together with his other dolls. Each one a humanoid body of porcelain and a human soul within. I was the only human there and was never allowed to work with things I could cut myself at. We helped master create things that he then used for magic and and sold to different individuals that came by. I had come to understand that master had quite a reputation. And seeing the beauty in the things he made I can understand.
But it was never good enough for master. He worked long hours to perfect his creations. Sometimes he would get extreme outbreaks of fury and break things. Sometimes even the dolls. Smash them completely. It scared all of us deeply.
But Feliks was of a different kind. Even though he was scared he would talk back to master, mock him, put up a face of ignorance. But never so that he was completely out of line. I admired him for that.
But one day he went just a step to far. Said something master couldn't`t tolerate when he was just a little in the wrong mode. When I saw him grab the staff I tried to get to them but I was just a bit to slow. The staff broke Feliks skull and made his body sack together like a sack of hay. In the limp skin his eyes where still whole catching his terrified gaze. My master just gazed upon me before he left me to cry alone with the broken head in my lap. I don`t know how long I sat there but suddenly I noticed something wrong. There was a deep cut on my arm from one of Feliks`s porcelain chips. I know it should be bleeding, but it didn`t. With terror griping into my gut I looked at the wound, poked it, opened it up. And in it I found my porcelain body. And then the illusion I lived in shattered.
I panicked. Did the other dolls know? What would master do if he knew that I knew? I didn`t want to find out. So I ran out of the shop without looking back. I ran without getting tired until I had left my old life behind.
My name is is Toris. The name I took is Laurinaitis. I´m neither male or female. I´m a doll. A marionette who cut it`s threads.
AN: This is an experiment. I don`t even have the next chapter finished. I sort of hope this will help me find the inspiration to continue it. I am sorry to say, I think I need help. So if you could just leave a thought that would be great . Hug.