The Broken (Zack x Reader)

'°•~ 15 ~•°'

-(y,n)'s POV-

"Wow! That was amazing!" A little girl yelled as I played with my puppets. I was a puppeteer, and I'm currently performing with my small puppets on the streets, waiting and practicing for the big even. The little girl threw a few coins inside my top hat that was placed on the ground. People would get near me to watch the small performance leaving money, and getting tickets for the big show.

The show is in about three weeks, but extra practice wouldn't hurt. My biggest puppets will perform on stage, with me leading them.

The day finally came to an end, and I packed everything including my puppet. The streets were now almost empty. Only a few people dared to walk around after a serial killer escaped from prison. I walked away from my small performing spot and as I walked by, a hand was placed over my mouth and was pulled towards a dark alley. I let go of my puppet as it was brought to life and with a pocket knive, the puppet threatened with the person's life. I was released and turned around to see a hooded man.

"Zack... long time no seen..." I spoke as I made my small puppet jump down from his back, with his knife pointing towards him.

"We finally meet again." Zack speaks.

"I heard that a serial killer escaped from prison... but I never thought it would have been you." I said, placing my body weight over one leg and crossing my arms. He growls.

"I escaped because of one reason." He spoke.

"Oh right, the girl. Where is she. Isn't she supposed to be with you?" I pointed at him.

"She's death. I killed her, and if you don't shut up, you will be next!" He threatened.

"Woah woah woah. So your not here to kill me...?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He shook his head and relaxed my body. "There must be a reason why you searched for me. Because I know it is not to keep you company..."

"I looked for you because I need your help." He said in a serious tone. I was shocked. I mean, he doesn't use his brain, but wow. He actually needs my help? "I need you to create an identical puppet of me, so the police can take him istead, and give him the death penalty..." He spoke.

"So... They were going to kill you huh? I thought you were going to give yourself in after killing that little girl." I spoke.

"I thought about it, but nah. I would prefer to live, even if it means to live in the shadows." I chuckled.

"If you want me to create a puppet of you, I might need some things." I spoke as I thought. "So let me think about it."

"What your trying to say is that you need something in exchange?" He asked, and I smirked. This was my time.

"Yes indeed. Follow me to my puppet mansion." I said as I started to walk away. Zack followed me, but hidden.

We arrived to this one place that looked like an ordinary house on the outside, but once you enter, you are welcomed with a stage, and seats. Zack wasn't amazed since 'my' floor in the building was a theater.

"What's with your obsession with theaters?" He asks annoyed.

"They are the perfect place for my puppets." I simply responded. We walked behind the stage to find two stairs. One leading up and the other one down. We head down and entered an office.

"What do you want in exchange for the puppet?" He asks impatiently.

"It's easy, I just need you to kill someone." I spoke honestly.

"Tell me who, and I'll kill them." He said smirking.

"Not too fast... He is actually a pretty rich man who is surrounded by many body guards. Kill the man without getting noticed by these bodyguards." I clenched my fists as I walked over to my desk, and took out a file. "This is all you need to know about him. Find him, kill him, and bring me his eyes." I ordered. Zack picked the file from my hand and looked through it. "If you accomplish this before my next big performance, I'll create a puppet of you."

"Okay. You'll see that I'll be back soon." He speaks.

"Oh, and if you need a new weapon. Check through that door." I pointed towards a door. He turned around and walked towards it cautiously. Once he opened it, there was a collection of knives and other sharp weapons. No guns. He smirked as he took a scythe.

"This one will do fine." He was grinning, and walked towards the exit.

"Good luck."

A/N

(Y,n) and Zack meet once again after some time.

Who might be that man (y,n) ordered Zack to kill?