Strings In My Veins ( Puppeteer x Reader )

Chapter thirteen

10.26.18// Y/N's House

Things have been going kinda shitty but good things make up for it. Merlin Groß, the Exorcist, is arriving in exactly 4 hours...at 11 pm, one hour before our supposed deaths. After 7 days of pure concentration, I've decided that after the exorcism is complete...I'm pressing charges against Finn to get justice for myself, Jalen, Cheryl, and countless other girls defiled against. People just don't understand that once something like this happens to you, and the rapist is your own best friend/crush, you don't know how to react right away.
I told Jonathan that I need to speak to him and lied that the Exorcism isn't until another week. Jonathan confuses me like nobody else can, who in the right mind takes Finn's body and kisses you right before he uses you like...a puppet.

"Are you taking up my offer of joining me?" Jonathan smirked, using Finn's body. I shook my head as I stared into his sinister, golden eyes. I jumped back into reality after unknowingly staring at him.

"No, I'm not. I just wanted to talk to you before I die, you know? Even though you're a homicidal thing, I'm drawn to you," I mumbled out, "I'm drawn to your ability to be completely oblivious to anything going around you. I'm drawn to the fact that you have no fucking idea what's coming to you."

"Is that a threat?" Jonathan glared through his gritted teeth.
I paused before I kicked him in between his legs and quickly shoved him back where two men, belonging to Merlin Groß to record the happenings, shoved him into a wooden chair and strapped his arms to the armrest with a belt and tied his feet together. That felt pretty badass.

"Jonathan Blake, before you burn in Hell, tell me about your suicide," one of the men asked. Jonathan never broke eye contact with me as he said something to himself. He struggled against the restraints and glared daggers at me.

"You seriously think that you can rid of me by the words of your made up god?" Jonathan insulted. The man said nothing and stared blankly at him.

"If you really want to know, fine. Let this 'story' be my final words. I found my soulmate, my only love, and I thought I had everything. I had her, my friends, and a healthy future presented to me but she chose ballet over us. How could I live with the fact that I mean so little to her? I'll spare you the details of what happened," Jonathan glared, anger arising in his hostile voice.
The man was writing down Jonathan's last words and nodded at Merlin Groß. Merlin Groß was an old man, in his late 60's. He reminded me of my grandpa; wrinkled olive skin, worn out blue eyes, and slicked back black hair. He insisted me to call him Father Merlin, but I'm not a religious person.

The windows then flew open from the cold wind and the kitchen lights started flickering off and on, giving off an eerie vibe. I quickly cowered behind one of the men, whose name I never caught, and shivered by the sudden cold. He was in his early twenties and weirdly resembles Cole Sprouse.
Merlin stood before Finn's possessed body and prayed quietly to himself as he held his cross around his neck. The clock read 11:47 pm.

"All-powerful God, pardon all the sins of your unworthy servant. Give me constant faith and power so that, armed with the power of Your holy strength, I can attack this cruel evil spirit in confidence and security," Merlin announces to Jonathan as he sprinkled himself and Finn with holy water.
Finn's body went pale white as Jonathan let out a hiss of pain, making me jump. Jonathan struggled against the arm restraints and cranked his head to me.

"May mortem et malum venerunt per viam tuam ego veni ut rursus alio die," Jonathan croaked out to me. I grabbed onto the Cole-Sprouse look-alike's hand by accident and quickly let go. Was that Latin?
Merlin approaches Jonathan and lays his fragile palm on his forehead and sights words from the Bible of the Virgin Mary, Christ, and the Saints to save Finn's soul. The only reason I'm going with the Exorcism isn't for Finn's safety, I don't give a fuck about that, it's only so that cowardly asshat Jonathan will leave us alone.