Master of Puppets
"Come on Jonathan, it's time for bed" a mother said to her youngest son as he ran into his bedroom. She stood at the door watching her precious child as he tucked himself under the covers of his bed. She said goodnight to him before turning the lights out, not realising she had left her child with a monster and that would be the last time she would see her child alive.
Jonathan closer his eyes, gladly surrendering himself to the dark abyss of dreams that over took his body. The black ink of his subconscious began to change into an image of a circus. Jonathan smiled as his feet touched the fake ground of his memory. He remembered his Father taking him and his siblings to the circus, all the people laughing and playing like there was no tomorrow. But his smile faded as he realised this was not the same circus as he remembered. Instead of people playing and laughing there was just silence, people were here but non- carried that free spirited smile. They were just all sad and morbid looking, no smiles graced their faces and no fun was in the air.
"Jonathan, don't you like the illusion I have created for you" a demonic voice spoke softly behind him. Jonathan turned around slowly, his eyes casted down towards the ground. He took a deep breath before looking up at the strange figure before taking a step back in horror. The figure delivered a gruesome sight for the boy. What use to be a lady stood in front of him, her hair was black like a raven and her eyes red as a demon. But what scared the boy the most was her smile. At the corner of her lips were two slashes stitched up, making her face always set into a smile.
Jonathan looked intensely at the rest of the woman; all of her cloths were stitched up and looked as if pieces of thread were coming from her. Jonathan took another step back, in his mind he was praying for the Guardians to help him, save him from this creature. The women laughed as if hearing Jonathan's thoughts, her legs taking a step towards Jonathan, her thin long fingers catching Jonathan's wrist in a vice like grip.
"Oh no Jonny boy, no Guardians will be coming for you. You see I control everything in here, while you're stuck inside, your own body is having a wonderful dream, as to not disturb the Sandman to our presence" the women laughed as the boy began to whimper, a hot trail of tears sliding down his face. "No Guardian will be coming for you boy, because when I'm done with you there will be nothing left" the women showed her sharp teeth in a wolf grin.
Jonathan began to struggle, his free arm coming up hitting the women in the face the same time his shoe came down onto her foot. The women growled out in pain realising the boy as if he was fire. Jonathan stumbled before finding his bearings and running off into the heart of the Circus. He weaved in and out of the emotionless visitors, ducking under their arms and legs but never slowing down. Jonathan didn't want to look back for he feared of what he might see, or being caught again by the women. He looked up straight ahead to see a sign "House of Mirrors" in front of him. If he wanted to lose the women that would be the best place to do it he thought.
Jonathan ran full speed to the building, not taking one breath until he was inside. Unlike all the other rides in the circus this one was pitch black. It was so dark that it was almost suffocating the poor boy. He took a few steps inside before the big metal doors slammed behind him, locking shut. If on cue a single light turned on illuminating the women in front of him. Jonathan turned around sharply, trying desperately to open the doors but they didn't even budge and Jonathan was stuck inside a house of mirrors with a madman.
"H-how did you get here before me" Jonathan whispered feeling his hope fly out the door with his chance of escaping.
"Did you forget child that I control everything inside this world, Escaping is something of a fairy-tale child and now you shall die" the women said for her skin stretched as her smile became somewhat insane. Her hand stretched out as threads came from her fingers, wrapping around the boy in every different ways until fine threads were wrapped around his most valuable parts.
"Any last words boy" she said with a hellish smile.
"Who. Are. You" Jonathan asked, he knew he was going to die but he wanted to know the name of his murderer. The women seemed surprised by his request before her face once again slitted into that horrifying smile.
"Me boy, they call me the Master of Puppets for I hold the world in my strings" she said before tugging the threads tight, watching as it sliced through the boy's soul like butter. Blood spurted everywhere, on the mirrors and the building.
On the outside Jonathan's body began to pulsate as a familiar figure watched. The Master watched as the boy's body began to turn grey; his eyes open wide and lifeless. She walked closer before placing a broken puppet on the boys chest before fading back into the darkness.