The Broken (Zack x Reader)

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-Your POV-

"Give up already, (Y,n)... Your surrounded." The man speaks as he stood up from the chair and glared at me.

"Never... Puppets!" I shouted and the men that worked for the guy I wanted to kill desperately were being attacked. Bloodlust oozed from my body as I felt that got blinded completly by my desire to kill.

"You havent changed at all, (Y,n)... your still the bad girl..." he began to talk. I glared at him while he smirked back at me.

-Zack's POV-

I noticed the bloodlust oozing from (y,n). She series desperate. Desperate to kill. To kill the man standing in front of her. I was released from the grip of the guards and stood up next to her. "Your still the bad girl... and that will never change." (Y,n) began to tremble, I was confused by what was actually going on.

"Your going to die." She says then ordered the puppets to hold him.

"Just because your my daughter, it doesn't mean that I will have mercy on you!" He pulls out a gun and pressed the trigger as soon as he points it a (y,n).

My body decided to act on it's own. I ended up stepping in the way, the bullet hitting my waist. I hissed at the pain as I dropped down on one knee. "Zack!!" The puppets held the man back and he dropped the gun to the ground. (Y,n) placed a hand over my shoulder, pulling me up so she could see the wound.

"I'm fine..." I speak as I stood my up, staring at the man in front of me. I was feeling weird, a new desire to kill the man urged through my mind. The fact that he attempted to kill (y,n) made my blood boil, but there wasn't any specific reason to why. "I'll kill him"

"No, I'll do it... he is my problem." (Y,n) speaks up and takes out a knife from her shoe. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back after I picked up my scythe.

"You ordered me to kill this man, so I will do it." She was taken back but then decided to walk out. I walked closer to the man with my scythe in hand.

"Dont trust her. She will end up killing you." The man speaks. "She killed my family... her own family, do you trust her now?"

"I trust no one...."

-Your POV-

I walked out of the house, both of my hands were rolled up in a fist as I heard police sirens. "Our job here is done." Zack speaks up. I looked behind me and nod as we made an escape. Running far away from the house as possible. We returned to my home and packed everything to escape. If the man, also known to be my father, knew my place then that means that the police will find it sooner or later.

"I own you the puppet." I spoke up as I finally packed my working tools. The basement was now empty.

"You do."

Moments later, I decided to search for a new place to stay. I ordered a puppet to get rid of a man who lived alone in a two story house. The house wasn't exactly big, but it would be enough for me to create Zack's puppet.

As I thought of his name, my stomach began to feel weak. I felt weird, was I getting sick? I ignored my feelings and once the job was done I went inside the now empty home.

About an hour later Zack came in the home. "The man had no friends. So we should be fine." I spoke as I moved some boxes around. "This should do for a while. At least until I finish your puppet."

"Yeah, just work on it fast..." Zack speaks, avoiding eye contact. I walked away to one bedroom and began searching for my old puppet collection. The I moved in a box filled with useful body parts that would work out. As I planned out the puppet, curiosity began to hit me. What's under the bandages? As I thought of some possibilities Zack walked in.

"What did that man had to do with you?" Zack asks. I didn't moved. Why did he wanted to know that? "He said you..."

"I killed them because I thought it was the right thing to do, and I still think it was.... I'm working on you puppet, so please, can you leave so I can focus?" I asked but instead I was turned around. That took me by surprise as Zack held my arm.

"I want to know what happened..." I pulled my arm away. My heart was beating fast, this unknown feeling was taking over me. What is going on?

"Why do you want to know?" I asked and he just stood there, waiting for me to speak. I let it a sigh and began explaining. "I was not an only child. I had a twin sister, but my parents would give her the world if they could.... I felt left out, so I killed my sister. I wanted to be an only child.... but as soon as my mom found out she accused me of being a monster, so I killed her too. Dad walked in... but I didn't killed him. Instead, I ran away. Few months later I discovered my love for puppets. Humans are such amazing beings, so I wanted to create puppets who would understand me and follow my lead. I created myself, and then met Danny.... I used my puppet to go to that tower.... while I was out here living a different life... but hidden since I didn't wanted to encounter the man who is called my dad...." I explained. "He preferred my sister, so I got rid of the things he loved. And now he is dead..." zack seemed focused. "I will tell you the rest of the story later... you should rest now. I will start to work on the puppet..." I walked out of the room, making my way to some other boxes filled with puppets things.

-Zack's POV-

"(Y,n)...."

A/N

HELLOOOOOO, guess who is back!!! Its 2020, and I haven't uploaded in a few months now.
I'm happy, I've made some progress with my mental health, and I've been focusing on myself more than anything else! So I've been feeling great!!!
This book was getting hard to write, but I'm not giving up on it!!!
Sorry for making you guys wait so much! I still hope you all enjoy this story.
I wanna make a few changes now with (y,n) and Zack :3
So stay tuned for next chapter!!!
Love you guys!!!
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