Disclaimer: I don't own anything that deals with WHR, these 4 side fics are about the witches that I have in my WHR fic called A Soul's Search. Just thought it'll make it more interesting, eh who knows ^^ enjoy anyway! ja ne

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Like a puppet master playing with his puppets, can the free will of a person be controlled...

Who believes to be stronger, the person that's controlling, or the one with free will...

The choices we make as individuals, are we not in a way, still being controlled...

When one gets right down to it, in the end, even with our free will, what guarantee do we have to even have control...

Free Control...

I sit in the balcony watching to my delight, how the dancers move to my every command. They are my puppets, and I'm the puppet master. I decide how they move,

where they move, and when they move, all by my own will, or I guess you could say, powers. Yes, I am a witch, I have been since I was a small child. See, my

powers consist of controlling people's movements. I can make their bodies do whatever I please, whenever I please. I take over their will and make it mine. I make

them do things that I can not.

See, my life in Paris wasn't the greatest in the world. But I made do with what I could. I was basically on my own, ever since my parents decided to try and get rid

of me, but on that night, I decided to get rid of them instead. They wanted to keep their one and only son, but the people were scared, and angry that they had a

witch in their town. So they demanded that my parents to get rid of me. They thought that having a witch in their town would be forever cursed. They thought

wrong, trying to get rid of me turned out to be their curse. On the night that my parents tried to kill me, I took possession of their wills and had them kill each other

instead. Heartless, I know, but it had to be done, survival of the fittest and all that. After the deed was done, I decided it was time for me to disappear, so I've found

my new home, the Opera Garnier.

Ever since that night, I've been living in the catacombs underneath the opera. Not exactly the most comfortable, but it did well enough for my purposes. I had access

to every tunnel in Paris. I could go where ever I pleased, in a sense I was free, but I couldn't show my face in public ever again. I was very angry with the people

that lived above. I decided to be the phantom of Paris, so to speak. People were too scared to come out at nights, and I preferred it that way. They suspected it

was my doing, but the authorities didn't even try to deal with me, well, that is they couldn't until they brought in the hunters.

Hunters, how I despise them! Just the word alone makes my blood boil. I wanted to get rid of them all, but with their techniques, I had no chance of taking them

over. They had a special kind of hunters to find me. These particular hunters were somehow immune to mental powers. How did they get those powers? I know

that they're not witches. Did they get them from other witches that they captured and then destroyed after they drained their powers? I wouldn't doubt it! It had been a while since I've popped up top, so one night there was a ballet performance.

I decided to risk it. I snuck into my private balcony. Still keeping vigilant in case hunters show, but still very interested in the ballet. At first, I just let the dancers perform on their own, then after a while, I started to become bored. I decided to risk it and do a few changes of my own. People that have seen this particular ballet, started to whisper among each other, saying that something is wrong. Then their whispering caught on to more and more people like wildfire. Finally, the first act was done, and the curtain closed. It was time for intermission. I decided to go and try to blend into the crowd, so to speak.

That wasn't exactly the best of ideas, because when I got into the lobby, that's when I saw the hunters. I was thinking, damn, how'd they find me? I took a quick

look around for my escape route. Finally I found it and ducked inside before they could get a visual on me. From the holes in the walls I could see perfectly their

positions. The hunters were talking into their ear phones to each other. I knew that they were looking for me, because they weren't even talking to anyone else that

was in the opera. I decided that it was time for me to go into my catacombs. I ran down the tunnels, and finally made it to my area under the opera.

Something wasn't right, the door to it was slightly open. I started to back away, but before I was even half way down the tunnel, I was surrounded. The hunters were closing in on me. They may be immune to my powers but there are a few tricks that I still haven't used yet. So the fight between me and those hunters started, while it continued, somehow it ended up back on the stage, and in front of the audience as well as the dancers. The music stopped, all eyes were glued to us. I had to figure a way out of this mess. So I did the only thing possible, I took control of the dancers. With the confusion, I made my escape, but in the process the opera caught fire. I continued to run all the way out of Paris, cursing those that ran me out of my home. I'll never forgive them...Those hunters!

Le libre arbitre et contrĂ´lera. Comment proche ils est Ă  celui est dans pareil? Peut-celui exister sans l'autre?

(Free will and control. How close are they to being one in the same? Can one exist without the other?)