The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - Heaven is the place on earth with you

It has been a few weeks that felt like month when the TV was left shut, remained closed when it was still functional. In William's logic, if things or something didn't work around the way he wanted it to be, it will mostly deemed useless. So he treated the box of metal in the same way. How much he would have wanted to crush the TV, slamming it on his slave until he die for misplacing the controller weeks  back.

The only reason he doesn't because of another favour that worked for him. It was not because someone stopped him, nor because of the money when obviously he could just grab another controller from the stores. It was because no other than his own very slave..

He likes, no, he enjoy watching his slave obediently taking his orders whenever he bark towards him. He would find the teen struggling to find the controller, not only physically by each bruises he placed on him and undoubtedly adding. Also mentally..

He noticed almost each moment where his slave seems to be struggling with his mind, trying to remember, blaming himself, cursing his fate. Of course, Zylen had never said it. But it was clearly written on his face everytime he bit on his on lips, frowning, or having tears swelling up in his eye, threatening to fall on his cheek.

He knew, William knew, Zylen would have never blamed him for his misfortune, infact he was trained to blame himself and to be blame for anything that happened. Oh and surely William he succeeded. Smirking on the couch as he rest his foot on the face of his favourite victim, pressing his cheek and temple with his boot whenever he felt he wanted to. A very sickly satisfied look carved on his face, looking down to the poor boy

He watch the way he breath, shallow and slow, again in the verge of passing out. Left laying down on the floor on his side, wrapping his stomach with one arm that was at least more uselful than another. He choked once in a while, mixing the liquid from his mouth and red blood on his parted lips.

The display remains almost in the same particular way in the next few days that counts. And surely, as much as William overjoyed with the result of his experiment on 'slave creating' he could grew bored of him. William realized he have the needs of keeping himself entertained. He knew Zylen has never failed to entertain him yet this has taken too long for him, nor he's a patient man himself..So he decided to 'spice things up' making himself busy with another Wicked game of his.

The only thing he didn't know was, what was inherited from his 'teachings'

All the while of in the middle of his toys while William was checking on his gun, that's where he found the remote control, oh that's must be where he left it previously when he was checking on his 'supplies'

Unfortunate for Zylen to be blamed, but it all became even worse when William decided to just leave it back right where he found it. It was decided for him, to drag his slave a little longer into his game.. it won't be such a bad idea to watch him tirelessly hurting and blaming himself wasn't it?

William was not wrong. Zylen himself knew he is hurting himself, yet he can't help it. Doesn't even see it as a wrong thing to do when he saw no one was getting hurt, forgetting he himself should be part of those concept. No, he never knew.. nor allowed to.. And no matter what, he will be punished either way

Yet in all those moments after he was left with fresh bruises adding on to what he had, laying on the floor- those thoughts had gradually disperse, leaving him in a moment of peace, yet feeling empty at the same time with the sudden switch of pace. It was unknown if this was meant to be temporary or permanent, the only thing he could acknowledged was both feelings was not something he wanted to dwell with.

Before it was long enough to sink him down or split him apart, he was distracted or more to drawn to the colour of blue skies. Yes, the colour that he has not seen for what feels like an eternity, and it came from no other but the pair of beautiful eyes of his own child. Those eyes that has been staring back at him as he struggle to breath. The eyes he have watch and amazed many times..

But this time, struggling to hold his consciousness somehow.. It left him dazed, as if his mind.. his soul and the world of dreams is getting hold of him while he is sure he is still awake. The eyes that shared the similar shade as the sky, clean and blue, left him feeling as if he was surrounded by the limitless wide sky..he could almost felt the wind that used to brush his skin lightly. He remember how amazed he was to look up to the sky and not just the ground below for the first time in his life.

How could he have forgotten how beautiful the world could be.. Even his life ..was undeniably filled with dark skies. But the beauty was still there, he saw it before when he lived with Connel's family, when Isaac was still around ..

What they did to him, they lift him up, adores him, show him the meaning of life..and they set him free..

..He just need to be set free

And it left him realizing something, a feeling that has been long dead inside him, a feeling that has been buried deep within..

It was hope

Even he was shutted from the world, locked away from the skies and the sun.. he has not lost the meaning of his life yet.. he still have that.. it's true he have surrendered and destroyed multiple of times when he lost that family.. and the person he love.. but he still have another one, alive.. breathing right upon him.. right within his reach right now. It was the only one he was left with, his own very child, and it was all he need ..

He is his whole world.. the meaning of his entire existence right now..

..and that should be all he needed

Zylen reached for his son, with his shaking hand, attached with only two fingers it was left with.. stretching. And the child who was just sitting and watching, seems to be having cue on what he saw.. crawling clumsily yet excitedly to his father. Once he was close enough, the young father wrapped the small body in his embrace with that single arm.. held the little angel gently and close. He was warm..and it makes something flutters in him.. like a flower bloom glorified under the ray sun of summer

..This world is beautiful.. and I want to show it to you..

Zylen let go and stared down to his baby that lay down right beside him, looking at him with those wide pure eyes. He carresed the plump cheek witch grew even more in volume as the baby smiled to him. It was a huge wonder.. to have a father who barely smiled and was filled with tears.. with a child who seems to be crying for the whole time but never refused to smile ever so brightly for his father.. brighter than any sunshine Zylen has ever saw in his life..

Zylen doesn't even know if he used to be as precious.. as charming as this soul upon his eye. He doesn't even have to think about it, he's a monster, a scum regardless he is already a lost cause. All he know, this child is different, nothing to be compared to him

..you don't deserve this ..

..you are not a slave..

He watch and listen to how beautifully the baby giggled as he tap the cheek lightly. The baby .. the small angel is too pure for this place, he belongs to heaven, he deserved to be alive.. deserved so much smiles..

Unlike him.. who was all tainted..filthy.. filled with unforgivable sin no matter how much he repent..

..you're not like me..

Someday someone demonic like his master would break him.. to destroy such a beautiful angel.. to become someone like him. Forced to slavery, beaten, starved, ripped away from everything. Crushed and destroyed ..it was so unforgivable. He would never  let any single soul to face what he did. He immediately press the baby lightly to his chest again, smelling his hair with his eye closed, embracing .. appreciating the only soul he left to protect.. to fight for.. to love with all his life which he have nothing to offer but his life. He wanted to remember him.. remember his scent.. remember his giggles.. anything about him that he might won't be able to hear anymore..

.. I won't let you face what I did.. I will never allow that..

..I'll do everything for you..

..I want you to be free..

.. I'll do anything to set you free..

This time he decided that he was not going to be the one who was left behind.. the only cold and desolated yet warm to still be left alive.. this time he will be prepared to be the one who will leave for his son

..I will safe you..

.. I'll die for you..