Disclaimer: I do not own Blade or Puppet Master, FullMoon has the awesome rights to that. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Other crap: This is my first fic, I would like feedback as much as possible (and if you could, be nice...Im fragile) This is also a rough-draft. I have no clue where Im going with this story and just had to get it out of my system, its more of a humorous story then anything, feedback on everything would be amazing, but nothing too serious since this is defiantly not a serious fic. More chapters to maybe come, depending on how everyone likes it. THANK YOU!
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Chapter One
"Wow" Was all she was able to say.
Helena gaped wide eyed at the small delicate skeletal puppet sitting upright on a self at her neighborhood thrift store. It was laying between a giant goofy stuffed Tiger and a faded looking Dolphin. She came here every Thursday to check out the deals they had. On a normal basis she would usually find something worth getting, and today was one of those lucky days. "Oh god its so awesome looking!" she said while squeaking just a bit from excitement. She slowly picked up the puppet, getting a better look at her future purchase.
It was an odd puppet indeed, with a skeletal face and white long hair, bone white lips in a permeant grin, a black hat with a black little trench coat. She held it up by its chest, when she noticed its hands, or rather the lack of hands. on the right was a hook, and the left was a blade no bigger then the blade of a pocket knife. She noticed the small blades in the very deepest part of his eye sockets, which was a strange thing to see on a puppet. But then again, this puppet was far from normal anyway, whoever made him was either a pure artist or just twisted. Either way, it was Helena's kind of thing.
She played with his left hand-blade, swinging it around.
"Your like a little switch blade! How cute! Maybe Ill call you Switchy...hm, or Blade, that sounds better.." As she looked away for a split second to examine his boots on his feet, there was a small movement of the puppets grinning lips, it appeared as if its mouth opened slightly then closed again back to its deathly grin.
Grabbing her other purchases she hurried off to the cash register, the woman who knew Helena from previous thursday sales, gave her a warm smile.
"Well hey there girl, how have you been since last Thursday?"
"Oh you know, work, work, and sleep...then more work." She couldn't remember the name of the lady, so she played it off casually by sticking her items on the counter.
"Well that sure is an odd little thing." The woman made a face as if the puppet smelled. She turned it over and punched the price into the register.
"Jesus, hes only 5 bucks!?" Helena said in shock, no way in hell this piece of artwork was worth so little!
"That's what it says, that's too bad. This looks handmade, even though it is a little weird...you know I think this came from that chest that was donated a few days ago."
Helena listened intently, curious as to the puppets history. "And?" She asked.
"Oh I don't know, something about it being this mans deceased fathers junk from his house or something like that. It was a whole truck load of stuff, they should of sold it off, but I guess they thought it was better to donate."
"Well...lucky me then." Helena grinned. She made her purchase and waved good-bye to the lady she's seen every thursday for 3 years, and yet still didn't remember her name. 'Oh shit, she had a name tag on every time' Helena realized. Awesome people skills.
She finally made it to her apartment, it looked as if her roommate was out for the night. It was a nice little place, it had a hallway, and decent sized rooms, who could ask for anything more?
"Welcome to your new home!" She said out loud as she opened the front door. She often talked aloud to herself, friends often wondered if it was because she was lonely or she just liked to do it.
Helena threw her bag of goodies on her bed and laid on her back. She slowly picked up her new puppet from the bag and held him over her head and she stretched her arms out.
She laid there for many minutes, examining the puppet, it seemed pretty sturdy. She traced the white glossy paint of his cheek bones with her fingers, then traced his jaw.
"You know, you have a very fine jaw-line. Your a very handsome skull, you know that?" She gave him a small kiss on his grinning boney lips, she smiled more to herself then anything, not like the puppet was going to say anything. She had been talking to her toys since she was 3, if anything she could imagine him replying back to her. But something seemed strange about that, like he was never meant to talk.
Blades mouth opened up and closed as Helena moved his jaw with her finger. She traced the lining of his eye sockets, then put the tip of her nail on the blade that hid in the deepest part of the black socket.
"Your name is defiantly Blade, it just suits you. I wonder who made you? And why? Ive never seen anything so cool before..." She got up off her bed and placed Blade on her desk by her bed.
"Guess i'll never know, but your mine now. See you in the morning." She walked out and got ready for bed, coming back minutes later and getting under the covers.
"Night Blade...." She whispered as she turned to her side and went to sleep.
Hours passed, at around 3 in the morning while it was still dark out, there was a movement on Helena's dresser. The puppet turned his head slowly to his right, in the direction of the sleeping Helena. His grinning mouth opened slightly, as he breathed a small raspy hiss.
TBC....maybe
Well that sucked, let me know how much, leave a review! If you don't I might make more...and thats horrible enough as it is.