The Puppet and the Master

“Let me go,” screamed the wooden puppet as it was being dragged away.

The master was pulling its strings and was oblivious to its horse cries, the master just kept on pulling until they reached their destination.

A tiny caravan with enough space for the master and his many creations, the puppet was still screaming as they entered but the master was busy looking around the grubby caravan, looking for something.

Swiftly closing the door behind him, the master dragged the puppet to a bench where the master sat and worked every now and then but on that bench sat a long oblong box, the puppet’s home for when it wasn’t need and the puppet hated it.

“Time to go to sleep,” the master said coldly as he opened the box.

The puppet tried to kick and scream but the master was in full control and gently lay the puppet into the box and closed the lid.

In the gloom of the box, the puppet felt limb and wished it could have some control but it slowly realised that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

The puppet felt the master moving the box and placing it with an uncharacteristic care upon a shelf where the rest of the puppets were.

The puppet guesses that they were all dead now, lifeless of feeling and voice, the puppet felt infinitely alone as it lay looking at the lid of its box.

“Maybe one day, I will break free, maybe I can take control from the master, maybe I…” the puppet thought to itself but it soon stopped in its tracks.

It had no idea how to take control from the master and the only thing that it thought to do was to cut the strings holding its joints in place.

One puppet did try to escape before and tried to take control from the master once and for all, the puppet had managed to get some scissor’s and cut the strings from its body, it sadly died and the master destroyed it without mercy.

As the puppet lay in its box, it wondered if there was another way or if there was a way to bet the master at his own game.

“Don’t waste your energy,” a muffled voice came from above breaking the puppet’s concentration.

“I thought everyone was dead,” the puppet replied joyful that it was wrong.

“Not everyone one, most are and I’m nearly there but there is still life in this old puppet but I’m… fading, I’m getting old, soon the master will dispose of me,” the voice answered back.

“I don’t want to fade away, I need to break out of here,” the puppet said more to itself than the voice.

“Then don’t waste your time in talking to old puppets like me,” the voice said sadly.

“What do you advise then?” the puppet asked curiously.

“Save energy and time, become strong and break free, cut the strings and live,” the voice answered weakly.

The puppet said nothing and thought of the words the other puppet had spoken, it almost sounded like a prophecy but it made a lot of sense.

If the puppet fought with the master, the weaker it would become and it would fade away like the others before him but if it stayed silent then it could store its energy and make a break at the right time.

The puppet had its plan and the master carried on discarding the puppets he didn’t need and making new ones that were less perfect.

Day rolled into weeks and months, the puppet soon began to wonder what happened to the puppet that had helped it.

In those day, weeks and months, the master using the puppet more as though it were his favourite but the puppet was patient, it had time on its hands while the master tinkered away unknowingly.

Then an opportunity arose and the puppet took it, the master had just put its box upon his lap and opened the lid and was about to pull the puppet out when it said; “No”.

“What?” the master said surprised.

“I said, no,” the puppet answered and sprung from its box nimbly without the master holding its strings.

“Get back here,” the master bellowed and stood.

“No, I will not fade away and I will no longer be your plaything, today I will be free,” the puppet said defiantly.

Without any hesitation, the puppet grabbed for the heavy scissors that lay on the bench as the master continued to look on in horror and in shock, the puppet lifted the scissors above its head unsteadily and cut the strings.

As the strings fell to the floor, the master was completely distraught but he noticed at the same time the puppet noticed that it was still standing, it had survived thanks to the wise words of the old puppet.

“Now, you will set the other’s free or be ruled by me,” the puppet said proudly but as the master took each box from the shelf, the puppet grew cold as it knew those puppets would be lifeless and imperfect, just the way the master wanted them to be.

The master chuckled to himself and the puppet grew angry, with quick and nimble steps the puppet clambered from the bench and up to its master’s head and pulled his hair.

The master yelled and tried to shake it off but it didn’t work, the puppet was a lot stronger than the master could ever imagine.

“You will listen to me you great big savage, I am your master now and you will obey my every command,” the puppet said into the master’s ear.

At first, the puppet wanted to put strings upon his body so that it could control the master but that would be an impossible task however the puppet had another idea.

“Lie down,” the puppet commanded to the master.

The master did so unenthusiastically, the puppet then bound the master’s hands and legs together with string and put a strip of cloth in his mouth.

The puppet realised that he couldn’t save the dead puppets, the puppet despaired momentarily before it continued.

“Where is the gasoline?” the puppet asked the master.

The master murmured something with sheer terror in his eyes.

Luckily, the puppet knew where the master kept a small supply of gasoline and the puppet sprinkled it over the interior of the caravan including the master.

The master tried to protest but the puppet was numb to his cries as he had been numb to its cries, of course the puppet was careful that no gasoline go on itself.

“You will never make puppets again, nor will you ever pull their stings and be their master,” the puppet whispered coldly.

A few more protests came from the master but the puppet didn’t care, its last job was finding the matches the master kept and then it walked out the caravan depositing a lit match as it closed the door on the master’s screams.

As the caravan burned, the puppet walked into the distance never looking back and realised that now it had become the master of its own destiny.

Eternal

“The Minotaur is gone and the Hydra has vanished with it and yet I still wonder in these wall of the labyrinth trying to find out if there is some trickery to their disappearance but I am only greeted with silence. For the first time in what seems like an age, I take full advantage of the silence and fly headstrong towards those golden gates of Paradise. I feel like every burden I once had has been taken away by some mysterious force, I feel like I can finally be free of the labyrinth’s prison. I am also free from stress and other woe’s that have been troubling me. Now as I gaze towards Paradise, I think of you, my sweet prince and I smile to myself once more as tomorrow, I will join you in Paradise’s embrace”~ random thought

Support

“The laughter of the critic is haunting and I wonder if the critic and the Minotaur are one in the same but I don’t dwell on it as I force myself out of the labyrinth before the critic or the Minotaur can take control. I will admit, I’ve been worried most of this week and I’m now second guessing myself as the critic whispers in my ear but the critic has gone away and I hope it’s for good. Now, as I once more look towards Paradise, I imagine me folding myself within your comforting embrace and telling you of my troubles, I can already hear those encouraging words that you will whisper softly into my ear and make me feel better. I can see your smile clearly upon your tender lips as you make me laugh once more and I can feel your arms around me, telling me not to worry about anything. Tomorrow, I will be able to feel those tender arms around me and hear those soft words, tomorrow, I will banish the critic and enter Paradise free from doubt and worry, tomorrow, I can’t wait to spend it with you my sweet prince”~ random thought

Suffocate

Taking in a heavy breath,

I close my eyes,

To shield out,

The world around me,

I inhale deeper,

And deeper,

As I can’t control,

The feeling,

Of paranoia,

I feel,

A tightness around me,

Like someone,

Has put me into a straight jacket,

And pulled the strings too tight,

I can feel,

The darkness growing thicker,

Despite the fact,

My eyes are shut tightly,

I open them now,

And I still feel,

The grip,

Of paranoia,

Surrounding me,

Suffocating me,

I hear the lies,

In my head,

But I can’t ignore them,

I fall deeper and deeper,

Into a world,

Of oblivion,

I try to calm myself,

But the walls are closing in,

I try to think,

But the voices are too strong,

I’m drowning,

In my own thoughts,

And as I sink deeper,

Into the gloom,

And I wonder,

If I will escape…

Henry Hyde

English RP Throughout

“You should have took the cyanide Henry,” I say softly to my counterpart.

“Shut up, just shut up!” replied Henry.

It is always like this, Henry constantly shouting at me as I whisper in his mind, he can no longer set me free from this prison.

The prison in his head and the one we are now in.

We have been here for nearly a month and Henry seems to think that not ending his life, our lives that day was a smart choice.

What happened that day was Henry just gave himself up to the police as the barged through the door of the laboratory and demanded that I, Edward Hyde give myself up for my heinous crimes and go willingly.

I begged and pleaded with Henry as he sat starring at the potion in his hand, he simply laughed at me and said in a low voice; “there is no escape now,” I still don’t know what he meant but he went willingly with the police.

Now we are here, waiting for our death sentence. I am weak despite the fact that Henry is strong and I wonder if our places have switched, I wonder if I am him and he is me.

“Will you not speak with me?” I ask curiously.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Henry replied bitterly.

“This is not my fault, I didn’t bring us here, you did Henry,” I say honestly.

“You’re the one they are sentencing to death remember,” Henry said matter-of-factly

“But you will die to Henry, you will die as I die, I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me,” I say slowly losing my temper and patience.

“You will never be a part of me, not now, not ever,” Henry says angrily.

“Will you keep it down in there?” a voice from the corridor breaks the conversation.

“Know this Edward, when we die, you will be sent to Hell from your crimes and I will become a martyr,” Henry whispers and shuts me out.

He does this often, blocks out my thoughts and my opinions, he is becoming less and less like the man I used to admire for his cunning and his wit, he is becoming something that I fear and loathe, he is becoming the Edward Hyde that I once was.

I don’t know who I am or what I am meant to be but if Henry keeps shutting me out the way he is, I will not be able to stop, I grow weaker and weaker each day, maybe I should have took control of his, our body and took the cyanide, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess. Maybe I should have took action but I was powerless to sway him and his course.

Now, we must wait for the final judgement.

Several months later

“Henry… Henry,” I say weakly.

“What do you want?” Henry replies distantly.

“Please, I am begging you, do not go through with this, this is madness, please,” I say pleadingly.

“If that is all you want to say then…” Henry begins but I cut him short.

“No, you will not shut me out, I will not die here inside you quietly, while I still have breathe left within me, you will listen,” I say sharply.

“Fine, go ahead,” Henry answers back like he has nothing to lose.

“I beg you to plead innocent to my crimes, you will not be punished severally, if you will let me, I can transform and I will admit that I was wrong but you had no part in it, Henry please…” I say with conviction but I am cut off.

“It’s time,” a young police officer says.

“Henry, please, Henry… HENRY!” and with those last words I fall into the darkness as Henry blocks me out for probably the last time.

I don’t remember much of the trail as I felt a numbness in my bones, I felt like I was floating towards some dark oblivion, I remember someone asking if they were speaking to Henry or Hyde.

It was his answer then that woke me, “I was Henry Jekyll but I am not the same, Hyde is within me or I should say Jekyll,”

“Speak sense man,” the judge decreed.

“I am Henry Hyde, Jekyll is dead, buried within my mind, I am Hyde,” Henry answered.

I soon blacked out again and I knew that he had sentenced us both to unpleasant death, I was already dying or decaying and now Henry would lose his reputation for being a scientist and now it seemed it he had finally lost himself to the madness of his own twisted mind.

After the trail, I woke up sweaty and on the verge of breaking down, I wanted to try and get him to listen to me one last time but to him I was already dead.

The next thing I knew was Henry was being prepared for the gallows for my crimes, I realised then that he must have admitted to them after his outrageous claim, I realised that Henry wanted the world to see what madmen could do. I pitied him and I hated him.

We walked to an open space where a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, there had been hanging’s earlier judging by the amount of dead bodies that they had thrown to the side.

I felt uneasy, numb and I wanted to run far away but Henry kept me locked away in this black prison of his mind.

With the noose around our neck, our heart in our throats, I tried to speak but the word were dry upon my tongue, Henry was unstoppable now.

“Any last words gent’s?” the executioner asked flatly.

“I AM HENRY HYDE!” were the words that came from our lips before the world went black and we were no more.

On another note; I really need to get back to writing some more light stuff. On a different note; my old blog has reached 2,567 page views and this blog has reached 11,337 page views. Once again a big thank you to all you nice people out there for continuing to visit both blogs.

Welcome

“I sit in Limbo pondering over the events of tomorrow and wondering if my well thought plan will go according to plan but why should I be so worried, I should relax and let things take their natural course. So, I take a deep breath and exhale all the worry that is inside me and I smile lightly as I think of you my sweet prince. I think about how you will enjoy spending time with my gran and getting to know her, I know it has been a while since you were last over but I enjoy our time more in Paradise than this desolate Limbo but tomorrow, I will wear confidence like a shield. I will smile as my gran tells you stories of my childhood, I will smile as she asks you about yourself and I will laugh when you shy away like I used to. Tomorrow will be a great day my sweet prince, tomorrow will also be a memorable one for all the right reason’s”~ random thought

Wrap

“In Limbo I wonder smiling as I look upon Paradise’s golden gates, I feel like I’ve got loads to tell you but secretly all I want to do is hold you and never let you go, I have missed your tender voice and I have missed you telling me how your work has been but ultimately, I have missed you my sweet prince. Tomorrow, I can erase the worry that seems to cling to my chest, tomorrow I can lye beside you upon the white clouds of Paradise talking and laughing like we always do, smile for me my dear sweet prince for I will be home soon, smile and think of all things that you can tell me, smile as tomorrow will come soon enough my sweet prince”~ random thought

Solace

“In the labyrinth things haven’t been so great as I feel as though the walls are closing in around me and I feel the grip of paranoia seeping into my skin but it’s all in my head, this is the Minotaur’s work, it seems to lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings tighter and tighter, maybe the Hydra has now taken over and seeks to make my life a misery. I won’t let them win, not today, not tomorrow, not any day after that, I’ve have come so far from where I was and I am not falling now. I look towards Paradise and smile as I think about our day together, I think about you soothing embrace, I think about how you always take of me when I’m down or not feeling great, I now yearn for that touch, for your touch, I yearn to be beside you once more. Tomorrow, I will not linger as I will walk straight towards Paradise’s gates smiling and be with you once more”~ random thought

The Hunt

“So, a man walks into a bar…” spoke the stranger to the man beside him.

That was his queue, he had been waiting at the back of the tavern for a few hours for this stranger to arrive, he had been tipped off that a mole from the Order would be visiting here and had information that he would be interested in but when he arrived he quickly dispatched a guard that now lay limp on the table beside him but no-one seemed to notice.

The man that had begun to tell the joke now swiftly left the tavern after making some excuse to the man beside him and a few of the armed guards twitched nervously as the mole was now exposed.
The tavern was quiet and there was only the guards, himself and the mole, the bar-man had now left his position after the first man left and now the entrance was locked from the outside, so there was no escape.

Now the guards were suspicious that something was going to happen to the man that they had been paid to protect but little did they realise that he had paid off the bar-man so that there wouldn’t be any witnesses.

Everything was in place and deadly quiet as no-on dared move or speak but the man stood from his table as it was now time to strike but he would leave the mole till later.

The guards soon noticed this and had begun to move towards him with their swords drawn.

He too drew his own sword but he knew that he was much quicker and lighter on his feet than they were.

He analysed the guards carefully as they charged at him one by one, he elegantly parried their swords to fend them of and in turn quickly dispatched them with a single clean slice to the stomach.

The mole had managed to crawl under one of the tables to shield himself from the onslaught but blood from his guards that now lay on the floor spattered his face a little, as the man strode over to him, the mole squealed in fear as he kicked the table out of the way and grabbed the mole by the hair and forced him over to the bar where he slammed his face into it.

“Where is he?” the man asked calmly.

When the mole didn’t answer, he slammed his face once more into the bar and by now his features were covered in blood.

“Where is he?” the man asked again.

“I… don’t know,” the mole replied but his face once more hit the bar.

“I won’t ask you again, now tell me where he is,” the man asked slowly losing his patience.

“I don’t know, I swear, all I know is that he is meant to arrive in a few days’ time but that is all I know, please have mercy,” the mole answered with fear coursing through his voice.

The man seemed to consider these words carefully before he looked at the mole and thought about how pathetic the Order must be to let a mole into their ranks, he thought that he could let him live and serve his cause but he couldn’t take that risk as the mole had seen his face and he knew what must be done.

With a click, he extended his hidden blade from his wrist and slid it into the man’s beating heart and whispered the words “Rest in peace,” before the mole slumped lifelessly onto the bar.

Stepping over the bodies, the man made his way towards the entrance to the tavern and hoped that the bar-man wouldn’t mind the mess but before he stepped into the daylight, he pulled up his cowl hood from his assassin’s robes that lay hidden underneath the civilian clothing he wore and knocked on the door twice. A few clicks later and the entrance was open and he stepped outside and vanished in the crowd.

Forever

“As I sit upon the threshold to Paradise, I am greeted with a calming silence, there are no demon’s here, no thoughts to disturb me, nothing but silence comforts me and the thought of your handsome face. Tomorrow, I can’t wait to discuss the songs we are going to have on our wedding day, tomorrow, I can’t wait to be by your side once more my sweet prince. Tomorrow, I hope the good weather returns but it doesn’t really matter, as long as I am with you, I am happy and I can’t wait to those days where I can lay by your side in Paradise everyday, forever”~ random thought

Tender

“As I look towards Paradise and picture your smiling face, I can’t help but smile back as I sit upon in Limbo wondering when the sun will shine, wondering what is in store for us and often I wonder about our journey towards our new life together, in Paradise as man and wife, I wonder what challenges will wait us but I’m not scared or frightened, with you by my side I have no reason to fear those that are jealous of us, I have no reason to hide in the labyrinth any more, with you by my side, we can conquer the world. As the hours slowly tick away, I can’t help myself but think about your tender embrace and I know that tomorrow will come soon enough, my sweet prince and I will be back in Paradise to wonder those white clouds with you by my side, forever”~ random thought