She said I'm insane, but that's not true, is it?
Retz told me I was insane right before I killed her. It must have seemed to her like I was, but I only killed her because she tried to kill me first. It was an act of self-defense,nothing wrong with that, right? A normal big brother would defend himself against his little sister if she tried to kill him, wouldn't he?
I leave the hall and open the door to my workshop. The workshop where I have created all my puppets. I step inside and breathe in the cold, blood-smelling air. My workshop of puppets has always smelled this way. It's always been this way. I create puppets, I control them, Retz doesn't care. So, why did it bother her this time? What did I do this time that was so different?
As a result of my frustration and slight grief for my little sister, I begin to work on the puppets. My aura guiding my hand to fix the corpse that I plan to use, I copy the soul, like always. I sigh and tuck a piece of blonde hair behind the girl's ear. She looks so much like Retz, was that what bothered her?
The blue jacket that belonged to the girl covered in blood, I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I spared her. She would have told whoever she was working for my location, and they would have tried to kill me. Again, killing her was an act of self-defense. What's wrong with that? What makes me insane?
I remove the jacket, exposing her white shirt that lies underneath. Her blue eyes closed, I wipe a speck of blood off her cheek with my thumb. Her blue jeans ripped, I wonder if I could have persuaded her to lie to her boss. As she lay there, breathless and pale, I find my hand caressing her cheek, the one I just wiped blood off of. I remove my hand to see my tattoo that I was willing to have engraved on my hand forever. The spider with twelve legs.
I chuckle as I remember the massacre of the Kurta. They had no chance against my puppets. Again, Retz never said anything about that. But then again, I guess I never told her about that wonderful night.
Wait, what?
I pause as I remember how I thought of the Kurta massacre as wonderful. Well, I guess it really was a sight to behold. Fresh Kurta blood falling from the sky, the ground littered with corpses. I was in the center of it all, watching as my puppets and the rest of the Troupe erase the Kurta. I guess, I should be slightly grateful to them.
The young girl that lay before me shows promise. I slowly finish her, taking my time as if to enjoy how cold and still and pale she is. Once I am finally done, I carry her out into the hall and place her on the chair that Retz would always sit in. The red cushion contrasts with her white shirt. Her head hanging low, I use my hands to lift her face and I smile. She's just so perfect, the strength and will that she promises, I can't help but chuckle again. She'll make an excellent puppet. I remove my hands from her face and I walk back to the main hall, where Retz's corpse lay.
I scoff at the sight, how pathetic I was to believe she would show gratitude to her brother. All of this was for her. I'd become the divine puppeteer for her. I'd killed that young lady for her. I stole so many pairs of eyes for her. How could she betray me like that? And to add to that, how could she call me insane?
"Omokage?"
I whip my head around to see the girl I'd just finished. She looks at me with nothing but admiration, and I smile at her. I take a few steps towards her and remember that I never thought of a name, and I never knew her name. What should it be?
As I draw closer to the girl, I realize I don't need a name for her. Just something to call her.
"Hello, my doll. Did you sleep well?" I say as I kneel down to face her.
"Yes, I did. Is there anything you would like me to do?" She asked me, her blue eyes filled with respect.
"Just stay here, doll. I'll be back soon, alright?" I inform her, smoothing her hair.
"Understood." She responded.
I turn my head and depart from the space I'm using as my home. I take in the fresh air and view the night scene before me. Thousands of stars hanging above my head, the infinite abyss of the midnight sky looks beautiful above me. I wish it could stay like this forever. Unfortunately, it can't, the daylight will come soon. And so will the time to make puppets.
I return to my home and look above me. The wooden roof is sturdy, even with the hundreds of puppets that I tied to it. I snap my fingers and the puppets fall to the ground on one knee. I spin around, leading them out of the space I've kept them in for who knows how long.
I end up leading them to a small village, with lots of people. Their eyes look so valuable. I smirk and command my puppets, "Go." I order. They begin attacking and the villagers begin screaming and running for their lives. I smile, for I am, just like the Kurta massacre, in the center of it all. As I'm admiring the scene that unfolds before me, I hear footsteps approaching quickly. I turn around to see a man with a knife in hand. I immediately take it from him and stab him. He coughs up blood and falls to the floor.
I roll my eyes. How ignorant this man was to believe that he could kill me. I stroke the knife that is covered in his blood, and the blood gets on my hands.
My puppets finish up the show and hand me everyone's eyes. I send them back to my base and I tell them to place the eyes on a table in the workshop. I stare at the bloody village when they leave with pride.
I smile at the blood on my hands. Retz was right.
