The Collective: The Puppetmaster
new fic. new series. this is/was one of the primary reasons why i created rule # 1 in arashirabu (yes, i wrote the rules. so sue me. lol XD!)
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Title: The Collective: The Puppetmaster
Series: The Collective
Part: 1
Genre: Fiction - Fan, Music
Theme/s: Angst, evil plots, secrets, err...i'm out of ideas.
Topic: err...
Fandom: you'll find out soon enough.
Pairings: none
Characters: try to guess
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: err...i've got none. sorry.
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Part I: The Puppetmaster
Hidden, he was.
Hidden, in the darkness, behind the shadows. There he was, lurking.
Lurking. Watching. Waiting.
Waiting for the right time. And the day when it would all end.
Yes, he was waiting.
He can wait. After all, he's been waiting all this time. What's a few moments more?
Yes, he can wait. He can wait awhile.
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He looks down onto the circular glass, watching with a small grin at the scene unfolding right in front of him. He hid his hands behind his back, his eyes following each move.
"How is it?" A voice asks.
"Very well. Everything is going according to plan." The man replies, still not taking his eyes away from the glass.
The voice laughs. "Just as I expected." The owner of the voice walks up behind the man. He stands beside him, watching along with him.
"Look at them." He remarks, with slight disgust in his voice.
"Yes," The voice says. "Just look at them." He watched as little boys danced around to upbeat music, colored lights shining on them. "My children..."
"What about the others?"
"What about them?" He waves a hand over the glass, the vision changing. A group of young men appeared, in their bright pink suits. They were dancing and singing, with microphones in their hands. He watched as one of them sways his hips lively, his short, flippy hair bouncing to the beat. "I know where they are. I know where they all are. I watch over them meticulously. Each and every one of them."
"Do they know?" He leans his head forward.
"No. They don't know, and they don't know that I keep tabs on them. It's best not to let them know. It's better this way."
The man turns to the person beside him. "So, have you decided?"
The man nods, raising his eyebrows. "Her." His finger touches the glass, his eyes pointing to a young girl. "I want her."
"You sure?"
"Yes. She's the one." His lips curl upwards. "She'll be...how do you call it?...perfect."
The man pulls his cellphone out from his pocket. "I'll go and make the arrangements." He quietly walks out of the room.
He stands back, watching the circular glass.
I'll be here, waiting...
---END---
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wrote this last night - one of the new fics i've written recently since the laptop's been fixed. (yay!!) but i'm cho lazy to write cos nobody's there to motivate me. so until then, i'll just...yeah...
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Title: The Collective: The Puppetmaster
Series: The Collective
Part: 1
Genre: Fiction - Fan, Music
Theme/s: Angst, evil plots, secrets, err...i'm out of ideas.
Topic: err...
Fandom: you'll find out soon enough.
Pairings: none
Characters: try to guess
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: err...i've got none. sorry.
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Part I: The Puppetmaster
Hidden, he was.
Hidden, in the darkness, behind the shadows. There he was, lurking.
Lurking. Watching. Waiting.
Waiting for the right time. And the day when it would all end.
Yes, he was waiting.
He can wait. After all, he's been waiting all this time. What's a few moments more?
Yes, he can wait. He can wait awhile.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He looks down onto the circular glass, watching with a small grin at the scene unfolding right in front of him. He hid his hands behind his back, his eyes following each move.
"How is it?" A voice asks.
"Very well. Everything is going according to plan." The man replies, still not taking his eyes away from the glass.
The voice laughs. "Just as I expected." The owner of the voice walks up behind the man. He stands beside him, watching along with him.
"Look at them." He remarks, with slight disgust in his voice.
"Yes," The voice says. "Just look at them." He watched as little boys danced around to upbeat music, colored lights shining on them. "My children..."
"What about the others?"
"What about them?" He waves a hand over the glass, the vision changing. A group of young men appeared, in their bright pink suits. They were dancing and singing, with microphones in their hands. He watched as one of them sways his hips lively, his short, flippy hair bouncing to the beat. "I know where they are. I know where they all are. I watch over them meticulously. Each and every one of them."
"Do they know?" He leans his head forward.
"No. They don't know, and they don't know that I keep tabs on them. It's best not to let them know. It's better this way."
The man turns to the person beside him. "So, have you decided?"
The man nods, raising his eyebrows. "Her." His finger touches the glass, his eyes pointing to a young girl. "I want her."
"You sure?"
"Yes. She's the one." His lips curl upwards. "She'll be...how do you call it?...perfect."
The man pulls his cellphone out from his pocket. "I'll go and make the arrangements." He quietly walks out of the room.
He stands back, watching the circular glass.
I'll be here, waiting...
---END---
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wrote this last night - one of the new fics i've written recently since the laptop's been fixed. (yay!!) but i'm cho lazy to write cos nobody's there to motivate me. so until then, i'll just...yeah...
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