●Puppet Master●

My eyes follow her movements as she goes out of the class. It has been long since I made another human my puppet. The urge of her to know me is enough for her to mold her, break her and make her.  She will suit being a puppet, her porcelain skin will complement her role and once I am done with her, I will break her. Mold her, make her, break her.

So easy. Just like before.

Mold him, made him, break him.

She thinks pushing someone off of the wall is easy. Poor Lena, nothing but dumb. Dumb and curious like her brother, Ethan. Whose curiosity lead him to death.

Poor Hawthorne siblings, dumb.

She is just like him mysterious, cold, but one thing is different. She is not him which gives me a right to use her, too. And I don’t think so it is any wrong of me to do. She is curios, and I will lead her to answer. In my way, ofcourse. Her own curiosity will eat her alive, and she could only think about.

The more she seeks the truth, the more insatiable her hunger will grow. And with every step she takes toward it, I will starve her even further. Making her beg for the truth to find herself in blackhole; empty Her thirst for answers will only deepen as I dangle fragments just out of reach, feeding her desperation while keeping her trapped in a web of uncertainty. The closer she thinks she is, the further I’ll pull her from what she craves, until all she knows is the gnawing emptiness of wanting something she can never have.
I will coil the threads around her, and when the time comes. I will tighten them, choke her on it. Make her realise how she should never believe the dark.

And I will lead her to dark. Make her believe that dark have all her answers, but it won't. It won't.

I have all the answer.

I am darkness.

And in search of truth she will inevitably seek me, but when she will finally see the depth of my darknes, it will be too late. She will think she could one thing she excels at. Run. But, I won't let her. I would not let her run away with the truths of darkness which has coiled around. She will beg for mercy, but dark doesn't have anything, no mercy, no light just shadows. Dark shadows. Unburied shadows. Shadows which will haunt her life. Then she will understand that dark doesn't have any end.

Endless void

So, I will give her exactly what she seeks.

Darkness.

The deeper she dives, the more I’ll pull her in, until she’s drowning in it. And when she’s gasping for air, only then will she realize, the truth she craves is nothing but shadows and endless night.

Dark nights.

Void Nights.

Empty nights.

The nights where shadows doesn't die.

The soulless nights which eats the nights.

Shadows.