Ahsha
The music wasn't really bothering me...
It did at first...
But after a while I realized that it was just music.
It didn't indicate that something was coming to get me.
It wasn't some form of terrible foreshadowing...
I was actually safe for the first time in forever since I had been kidnapped...
Safe in that dark, soft box...
I could have stayed there all night and been perfectly hidden until daybreak...
And then I could leave and never have to see this hell-hole ever again...
But my friends...
I would have to come back for my friends...
I was torn between escaping on my own and staying alive...or possibly dying to help them...
To save them...
I have to help them...
Save them...
And that thought kept rushing thought my head; for what seemed like forever I contemplated how I would come back and help them out of this hell...
And I was focused so hard on my thoughts that I didn't realize that long, cold, bony fingers were stroking through my long, violet hair.
Pretty...little...puppet... Cooed a low, deep voice. A male voice, no doubt.
Trembling violently, I slowly, very reluctantly made myself look up...
And I saw two small white lights aimed down at me...these lights being the pupils of pitch black eyes, these lights which illuminated the white face, painted beneath the eyes with violet stripes...
The Marionette.
I froze.
I couldn't think of what else to do.
There this giant, ten-foot monster was stroking my hair.
It was terrifying.
Why?
Why...?
What!?
Then I remembered...
When mom had taken me to the pizzeria on my birthday...
I had been dressed up like a fancy puppet...
I wanted to be a princess or something lame like that...
But no...
Pretty... He said again, smiling happily down at me for a moment before he realized my mortified expression. Puppet?
I whimpered softly and he leaned down to me further, touching my face lightly, just under my eyes with his slender fingers. What's wrong, puppet...?
I swatted at him frantically, not making any noise other than maybe those created by my struggles.
"I'm...not...a...puppet..." I whispered harshly...
His face was sad now, hurt, he reeled his arms back from me, only for a moment, then reached out and poked something on my chest.
H...happy birthday...Ahsha Grace...
That's when I stopped struggling.
He remembered back that far? That's so strange...
He was made to perform for me on that day.
That happy, eventful day.
And he was so kind.
He gave me a tiny white flower to put in my hair...
Ahsha... He then murmured, curling himself around the edges of the box, leaning into the walls of it and yet surrounding me. I'll help you...I'll save you...
Gee, that sounded familiar...
"Will..." I began, trying my hardest not to stutter like a moron. "Will you help my friends...?"
He smiled at me, stroking my hair once again. We'll help...save them...but first... He pointed to the wall of the box directly in front of us. The music has to stop...