ArtsyDino
A jagged ice shard formed in his uninjured hand as he went outside to see what had caused the noise. He walked out the door to see C.C. knocked out. "Well, not what I was expecting.."
A jagged ice shard formed in his uninjured hand as he went outside to see what had caused the noise. He walked out the door to see C.C. knocked out. "Well, not what I was expecting.."
Isabella sits back down on her floor, not worried. She lets out a scream that becomes muffled.
Puppeter holds his hand to her mouth, smiling. "Dear dear…what have I taught you about slacking off?"
He heard her start to scream. "Ugh, what now?" He took a look at C.C., then looked back to where Isabella was. He sighed and gently picked up C.C. and carried him inside, gently setting him down once he made it inside. He then ran to the dance studio to check on Isabella, only to freeze (pun not intended) when he saw the Puppeteer.
Harper came up the building, gracefully as her 'hooves' run almost silently across the grass and leaves. The crows around her disperse.
(Can I join?)
Isabella pauses. "Stop…" Puppeter grins.
(Yeah)
Zero growled. "So, back for another beating, huh? I suggest you back away from her before you become a popsicle." He said, as the ground around him frosted over.
Puppeteer throws Isabella at the wall. "Oh really? And you'll protect her?"
Isabella cries out, blood staining her shirt.
He sent the ice shard in his hand flying at the puppeteer before he ran to stand in between him and Isabella.
Puppeteer blocks it. "You care about her?"
Isabella whimpers when she tries to stand.
He turned to look at her. "Careful, you're hurt. Stay down." He turned back to look at the puppeteer. "I'm only doing what's right." He said, as another ice shard appeared in his hand.
Harper sits down on her haunches and watches through he eye holes on her skull. A huff of air escapes from the skull
Isabella tries to sit up slightly, then cries.
Puppeteer smiles. "She dies without me…I'm her life form…"
He sighed. Why did that have to be the case? "Why? If you're gonna be such a jerk, why keep her here?"
Puppeteer grins. "You don't realize it do you?"
He shrugged. "Apparently not. Enlighten me."
Puppeteer smirks. "I'm her life form…I control her. NO MATTER WHAT"
Isabella looks down.
He sighed. "Fine, whatever." He put his hands up in defeat. "But what do you get out of this? What do you gain? I want to know."
Harper had transformed and was sitting cross-legged just behind the puppeteer.
Puppeteer grins. "I get the girl"
Isabella tries to sit up again, noticing Harper. "Zero…"
C.C. sat up after a few minutes. He was inside the house. He looked around confused. He saw a girl on the floor covered in blood, a strange guy with scars all over his face, and another guy with glowing golden eyes hovering over the girl. "W-what's going on?" Criss-Cross moaned, his head pounding from cracking it on that pile of metal. "Who are you guys?"
Puppeteer turns to glare at C.C. then noticing the wendigo behind him. He jumps back. "Well, Bella looks like you have people to protect you. I can still kill you…."
Harper jumps up and rolls her eyes, "Nah. Im just here to watch. Go ahead and kill her. I could care less."
Isabella whimpers, trying to move away as Puppeteer comes closer. "No…"
Zero gave Harper a 'what the hell?' look. "Wow thanks. you're real helpful." He looked back at the puppeteer and raised his hand in the air, causing a small wall of ice to appear, blocking him. He looked down as Isabella. "Come on, let's get you out of here. None of us are ready for a fight now."
"I just met you guys. I dont even know who you are."
Isabella whimper
He sighed. "Whatever." He crouched down next to Isabella. He carefully picked her up, trying not to hurt her more. Though his touch was cold, it seemed warmer than it was before.
Isabella shivers slightly, the world starting to go black.
He ran out the door carrying Isabella. He didn't turn to see if the puppeteer was following them.
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