The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - The day

He heard something very very loud outside...not once..but thrice..? and the sound was familiar..

Yellings followed.. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! LOUISE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!?"

Then he heard it again. One after another, but he lost count he can't focus
Zylen was engulfed in his past dark memories. It reminds him when he was shot. The fast pace of his memories devouring was as fast as being suck into a black hole. Once he was swallowed inside he can't find the way out. His head was filled with the image of the deep dark underground cellar. It was so clear as if it was yesterday. The pain of the shot was so real as if it's happening right now..and it filled his head with pain, hoping he could cupped his ears because he heard nothing but the echoes of the shot. But instead he felt his stomach tighten as if it was tied into a knot. His palm immediately find its way to his stomach, grasping it right on the scar of the wound of where he was shot before. He could feel it wet even he was not bleeding. This is not real, but he can't tell himself that. The more he tried .. the pain struck him harder,  prompting him groaning in pain, gasping harder, squirming on the cold hard floor. And when he heard their voices in his head and their laughter

..tears filled his eye and he started to whimper

...please stop..

..please.. please forgive me..

He completely lost it..fail to stop himself from crying. Fail to even be able to tell himself which was the reality and which is not..he failed horribly in his tears.

But was he the one to blame?

What is reality.. and what is not..

He only aware of his surrounding when he heard the door has been slammed open violently. Failed to even hear the strong fast footsteps beforehand..

Which seems like another nightmare to him..

He turn his face towards the large standing figure, his shadows covered his small body completely. His tears and the similar stain on his face was seen shining, reflecting the light from the lantern outside of the room. He was already wet in his tears..

The standing dark figure remain frozen on his spot for a few second. As if he meant it to scare his prey, when the actual cause was to think of what to do with this broken doll. It doesn't took him long.. a few seconds later he raise his hand and Zylen saw the gun in his grasp which make him gasp.

The man aimed the nozzle towards him. Zylen tried his best to move, cowered in fear, trembling as he stay so small at a corner, pressing curling and pressing himself to the floor, eye flooded with tears.

..this is it..

..I'm going to die..

..he's going to kill me..

Any second now.. any second for another pain.. another unbearable amount of pain the will force the air out from his lungs, kicking his throat to choke and scream, wetting and blurring his eyes even more.. flooding and overweight his head with headache and heaviness that will force him to the ground. But this time it will be his end.. how long would it takes.. how fast would it be.. how will he died, which part he's going to shoot first,

How many shots he's even going to take..?

Zylen whimpered as his tears dripped to his knees. Its ironic how much he wanted everything to be over.. yet to see him crying so much in his last moment of life..

He heard a loud noise and an impact, he started wailing. But to his surprise he does not feel anything. When he open his eye, he witness the gun has been thrown to the floor, he shift his focus towards the man standing there. He was filled with anger, breathing like a bull, face red and sweating in his heat. He was clenching his fists so hard to the point his veins was so visible.

Zylen looks so confused, so shock with his wide dead eye, but there was no mercy for him even the time to process of what is going on. The man grab him by his neck, he was yanked violently by him "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! FUCK!! FUCK YOU!! IF IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF YOU THIS WON'T HAPPEN I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"

It seems he had choose his way to kill him. He chose the slow painful death for him. Letting out his anger with each blows he's going to send to him until he crush his lungs, his ribs, his jaw.. everything he could until his last breath.

His first punch sent the boy stomped to the floor. And when he started kicking him. The way he cried and try to drag himself away was even more painful to witness. He can't move his lower half at all. He could only drag it with only one hand with missing fingers and a hole in his palm, multilated by his master years back. The other arm was left bent, he can't force it straight at all. He was crying as he dragged himself to no escape. He cannot escape the man in this small space, he is trapped in here with a madman. Unable to get up and run. There was no way out..

and he knows it.. but in his blurry vision and walls wherever he turn to, he could only yearn for his mother and Isaac..

Flashes, after another flashes. His vision was white washed. He felt his chest burning, lacking of air. He can't protect his body that has been assaulted. Can't even roll to hold the pain parts. He squirms painfully, unable to resist the strong impact. Crushed to the wall, the floor. He tasted it all. Wishing he doesn't even have to blink.. wishing he could keep his eye closed when he keeps closing it in fear when he saw himself is going to take another blow. He can't even beg when he's already out of breath. Choking and gasping all over again. He felt his ribs was broken. His wheezing could be heard. The way he cried was a clear sign of how much he had enough.

He had enough..

He had enough..

..End this already..

.. Please end me..

..please... please...

It was the end. Zylen had lay unconscious, his eye that remain open could see nothing but how the darkness and blurriness slowly invited him. Slowly exhaling..

But at the end of the tunnel is where you will find a way out..