The teenage girl let out a small yelp, jolting up from the rocking chair. The quiet creaks that came from the wooden chair was the only sound that filled the room, as she stared at the strange being that loomed in her corner. The gold eyes were alight, silently appraising her, it appeared. She could tell by just those eyes, that this being was no ordinary man. He possessed no pupils, nor white of the eyes. They were both entirely that odd, golden-yellow that refused to leave her form. Before she could react in any other way, she saw his lips pull back, exposing a brilliant smile that matched his eyes. It was not as if his teeth were decaying or neglected. It was as if rays from the sun trickled from his mouth, shining its light so bright that they were not seen.
A cautious chuckle spilled from his lips, two gloved hands raising in front of him. "You do not need to be afraid," he spoke, with a voice that was positively entrancing. Raven felt a shiver travel up her spine, as if his voice was the greatest symphony she had ever heard. Even still, she knew that there was something wrong with the scene before her. No normal being popped up into others rooms without a reason... and more likely than not, that reason was not the kindest. What does it matter to you?
"W-who are you?" she stuttered, lifting her head up with mock bravery. Her mind shifted, thinking over what she should do if he was, in fact, a murderer, who's only goal was to slaughter her. No weapons laid in her room. The window was her best shot. After all, there was a blanket of snow that would cushion her fall. Just let him kill you if it is what he wants.
The man's smile stayed in place, although she could see how it faltering, just a bit. "Does it matter who I am?" he questioned, slight humor lacing his words.
This caused Raven to stop in her tracks. Did it matter who he was? No, it doesn't. But how does he know that? How did he know that she cares so little for what he would do to her? It was as if he found her, just for that reason alone. Or, better yet. This was all her imagination. Her pathetic, lonely mind creating a character that loomed in the shadows, speaking in hypnotic riddles.
"Why are you here?" she shook her head, changing the subject entirely. She knew that she was trying, yet failing at hiding her frustration.
"For you, Raven," the alluring voice continued, those yellow eyes like stone. No emotion could be pinpointed.
Sure, she was taken aback by the fact that this being knew her name. Yet, it seemed as though it all made sense. He had to be her imagination, coming to life before her. It was just as frightening, as it was intriguing. Was she going insane? She surely thought so. But, since he was here, why not entertain it? It wasn't like she had better things to do, or close ones that would judge. There are no close ones.
"For... me," she replied, her eyebrows furrowing. She bit her lip, her hair which fell in front of her face making it quite difficult.
"Yes. I know that you lonely. Depressed. Contemplating death," he continued on, a soft sigh sounding after his words. Raven felt her cheeks heat up at his remarks, but allowed him to continue. "I am here, to offer you a way out of it all. That is, if you would like it."
Her head snapped up, her dark eyes meeting with his light ones. "What do you mean," she whispered, now even more intrigued by his words.
"A way to escape it all. And, not by your hand, either. Just say the word, and I will end it all for you, if you wish it," he nodded.
Just the sound of his voice made the offer sound ever so favorable, as she nearly jumped to her feet, prepared to fall to her knees and beg. But, there was still that rational part of her mind, that reminded her of the true situation. A strange man whom had entered her room, that was now offering to take her life, if she wanted it. That someone knew of her problems, and secret desires. There was something strangely wrong, yet so scarily right at the moment. His voice was almost like sirens song, making her forget of the current situation, and nearly making her desperate to accept anything that he asked.
Clearing her throat, her single visible eye appeared to narrow at him. "And why should I say yes, to you? A strange man who appeared in my room, offering to kill me? Yes, you were correct about my current issues. But that doesn't mean that I am all too willing to give everything up to a stranger without a second thought," she spat. Hush! He is your savior, you fool. No. He's not. Yes.
He chuckled, it sounding like the quiet trickle of rain outside as you drifted asleep, seemingly prepared for her answer. "Of course not. It is an offer. And you are more than willing to think over things, I am not rushed. This is for you, after all," he reminded her, his golden smile prominent.
"You aren't real," Raven scoffed back, mildly entertained by this conversation. It was the most she had spoken to someone in what felt like ages.
"Don't be too sure," the man replied, his voice fading into the air.
"I made you up in my head. That's all this is, and it is pretty sad if you ask me. You don't even have a name," she threw back, challengingly.
She heard him sigh. Then saw the shake of his head. "I do not have a name, miss. But, most do call me the Puppeteer, if you must know. And that is all you shall know about me," he stated, his lulling voice holding a small tinge of irritation.
Even still, it was enough to surprise her where she stood. So this being truly was in her room right now? The Puppeteer... how interesting. In all reality, she didn't know whether to be terrified...
...or joyous.
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