Username - KIEV.daith
Name - Cain
Gender - male
Puppet or Puppeteer (800 words) - Puppet
((written from omniscient perspective))
The blackness cleared from the viscet's vision, opening to a stage with lights in his face. He flinched, hiding his face under his dark paws. The strings tied to his limbs and body started losing slack, running towards the ceiling above the stage. His body was ripped upwards, his head held aloft. A clattering of applause was heard around the theatre as the puppeteer stepped into stage right, walking around the poor animal tied to the heavens above. The master of puppets bowed to each third of the audience, posh perfumes and rich cigars filtering into his nostrils. The puppeteer walked back off stage again, leaving the viscet to play the part of a rambling fool. Maestros under the stage sent him pitying looks when he fell into the pig slop, the actors paused before dumping buckets of iced water on him, leaving him drenched and freezing. The first play was over, only one of many to come tonight. He glared up at the strings that held him tied to the ceiling, contemplating chewing through them.
A door swung open, what looked like enforcers of the law entering the small cramped area behind the curtain which was down for intermission. The puppet master followed after them, his hands clasped behind his back. They argued for some time, often yelling loud enough to make the small beast's ears pop with pressure changes. He looked up at them with apprehension before a kennel was brought in, the strings cut with a gold scythe that hung solidly on the shoulders of a young man who looked to be made of fire, his eyes burning with hatred for the masked puppeteer. His hair was the color of an open flame, his eyes like embers staring into your soul. He growled with anger as the charmer of pets with strings showed him pieces of paper that rattled like thunder before they dissipated into smoke. The man of fire looked to the young viscet, gently grabbing onto the strings around his neck and leading him into the crate. His fingers burned warmly against the fur on the pet's neck, gently petting before closing the door to the cage and carrying his new friend out and into the dark of night, placed into a vehicle and swept away towards his new life. Named Cain after the man who was cursed in
The Bible,
“Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.” The man of flames protected the viscet with a mark of protection on his stomach, ascribed into his skin with ink and hidden by long, chocolate fur. His strings seemed to no longer show his time of capture, but his enlightenment and freedom.
And thus, Cain came to be a puppet freed from his strings.
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