The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - beyond repair

William who made an unexpected  discovery that day decided to take Zylen home. But on that fateful night he was thinking what he saw could not be Zylen but moving corpse like how his wife does to him around the house.

Zylen must have been dead

It could not be Zylen..

When he approach it he could see how it clearly look up to him, face covered with blood and dried messy  sticky hair that has turned to dark hue stained by the blood as well.

But William can't lie to himself didn't he? Not this time. He knew it, he have to face the truth that very thing infront of him is Zylen whether he is alive or not.

Whether this is just another sick hallucinations or not.  Naked, cold and smell like a corpse itself. He took off his own jacket and wrap the large jacket on the small body. When he carried the figure, he could feel how light it was. His body was limped.. almost felt like he just pick up some rag doll that people throw away on the street. He held him close to his chest

William has lost for words.. he does not speak a single thing when he carried him, passing through corpses in the dark. Slow, heavy step. Everything felt like it's not real.. like it was a dream. A nightmare.. This body in his arms.. could it be a corpse but his imagination make it seems like his small slave is still alive? Or did he came back to haunt him like his late wife did?

Or is he still alive? In any second.. any second now his time will be over?

William does not even blink and his eyes fixated to nothing, keep looking straight as he walk. He heard nothing.

Could this be his last moment with him. His time finally came? William felt how his vision is getting blurry, filled to the fullest. When he decided to look down to his chest

He saw it again.. the eye that keeps staring up to him, not moving, not blinking like his own.. he could see how one of his small hand swinging slowly in mid air because of his footsteps. And when William blink to clear his own vision he could see his own tears felt on the bruised red painted cheek.

His chest felt so full..

Like he could burst in tears in any second..

He clear his throat and was about to put the boy in his trunk. Like he always does, countless time..

But this time.. he paused

Wouldn't it be suffocating inside? Can Zylen breath in those dark cramp up space? What if the next time he open the trunk Zylen is not there anymore..?

It could be any moment now.. any second now wasn't it? But why he couldn't bring himself to do something..to at least say something..?

And why won't Zylen say anything..?

The mass murder there.. who could have done it..? What happened? Why everyone was shot..?

There is no time for that.

And he wanted to keep Zylen in his sight.. so he left him on the front passenger seat. Putting him there slowly, he lowered the seat and put him curled up, slowly covered his barefoot with the large jacket he wrap around him. Putting on his seat belt.

There is no time to be emotional.. whatever happened here and as much as he wanted to know he know he need to rush him home. There is still another chance right? He will be fine as usual won't he?

He went through a lot right? William has tortured him and put him in many many insane situations, surely he get used to it didn't he?

But when he took a glance towards him as he drive.. he couldn't tell himself that.. he was not convinced, watching the body was not even moving. Eye covered with his hair. He gently touch his head, being very careful with the wounds on him, slowly moving his hard stick hair away to check on his eye.