A/N: I don't own any Puppet Master characters, they belong to Full Moon Features and Charles Band. I do however own Archer/Jasmine and Matthew Gallagher.
Well this is the second in a trio of stories in the Strings of Fate series, this one taking place about three weeks from where the first Strings of Fate story left off. With that being said I hope you enjoy this story.
Rated M for violence and language.
It had only been a few weeks since the puppets of Andre Toulon had been captured by a descendant of a former cruel master but it seemed so much longer.
Blade the puppet leader walked back and forth in the cage he was in. His weapons, a hook and blade had been removed when they arrived at their captors home, the only thing he had now was a small plastic knife that was crudely taped on by their captor.
They referred to this man as a captor because he did not deserve the title master.
He looked over at the other puppets, compared to a few of them he had been lucky by far.
Next to him was Torch, his weapon, a flamethrower had a bullet lodged in it causing the metal puppet immense pain, the bullet having severed the inner parts of the weapon making it unusable.
Further to his left in a separate cage was Six Shooter, though now the cowboy looked so much different then his former self. He now only had two arms, the other four had either been sawed off or ripped off leaving him in too much pain to move.
It killed Blade inside seeing Six and Torch in so much pain.
Jester and Pinhead were lucky as they didn't have weapons that could be removed, they were in a cage to Blade's right, Jester's face a permanent frown.
That left Tunneler who their captor was trying to as he put it 'de-weapon' him. So far Tunneler's drill had proven more powerful then the hand saw the captor had been using.
In rage Blade slammed his arm against the bars.
"Blade give it up, nobodies coming to help us."
Blade turned seeing Six Shooter trying to get to his feet.
"Six don't you're weak."
Torch looked over at Blade.
"Encase you've forgotten oh fearless leader." he began being as sarcastic as possible and paused.
"WE'RE ALL FUCKING WEAK BECAUSE OF YOU!"
Blade glared at his forced companion.
"For the hundredth time none of this is my fault." he hissed.
"If you hadn't promised to look after her we'd of been fine. We wouldn't be stuck slowly dying for some bastards enjoyment!" Torch growled.
They all looked at a separate cage hanging on a suspended chain where the only female of the group, a puppet named Archer sat in solitude.
"Leave him alone Torch. He was doing what was right at the time." Jester said speaking up for the first time since they arrived.
"You're lucky my flamethrower isn't working." Torch growled leaning against the bars.
"Archer?"
In the lone cage Archer sat silently thinking. She was no taller than Blade and had pail peach skin, she wore a dark green cloak, the hood covering the top half of her face. There was a white shirt underneath the cloak, black trousers and black shoes the hood concealing her short brown hair and deep blue eyes.
Before she became a puppet she had been a nineteen year old woman named Jasmine Belle before she had been shot dead by the man who held them prisoner, not that she remembered being a human, or that the other puppets had been sent to protect her. She didn't remember anything from before she was a puppet.
She sighed, not long after she woke up she had been separated from the others. Her cage above the others so that she would have to look at the suffering they were in.
"Yeah?" She asked quietly though to a human all they would hear is strange crackling noises.
They all went quiet when the door to the basement they were kept in opened, the man, their captor known as Matthew Gallagher walking in looking furious carrying Tunneler in his bloody hands.
Gallagher stood at about six foot tall and was wearing a black business suit, white shirt, black trousers and black shoes. His hair also black and his eyes brown.
He threw Tunneler into the same cage and Six Shooter before locking it and storming off.
"What happened?"
"He gave up on using the saws and started using a hammer. They haven't made a tool yet that could break me." Tunneler replied, he had a few dents to his drill but other than that was relatively ok.
"And his hand?"
"Moron wasn't very careful where his hand was." Tunneler replied activating his drill momentarily.
The others chuckled quietly.
It was the first time they had laughed or chuckled since they arrived.
Archer looked out the basement window and mentally sighed seeing the sun starting to set.
"Archer?"
She turned hearing Jester.
"Yeah?"
"What do you see?"
Archer turned back to the window.
"Well it's a lovely sunset. All the sky is pink and orange, the trees are starting to get their leaves back. Looks like it might rain later, or at the least be colder because clouds are appearing." she said, she never was good at describing things.
There was a pause as the others imagined what Archer was seeing.
"Wish I could see it though." Six said.
"You have no imagination." Jester shrugged.
"Well excuse me for being in crippling pain while you ain't even been touched by that son of a bitch. Maybe just maybe I can't think with all this pain." Six said bitterly.
"You know he didn't mean it like that Six." Pinhead said knowing what Jester was like.
"Whatever." Six said turning away to face Blade and Torch.
Blade sighed to himself.
There had to be a way out of here, before their family fell apart.