Silence...
Darkness...
The absence of a voice to pursue her to kill and maim...
Something inside of her was missing... something she depended on to live for the past few decades. The lack of the voice made her feel a little lonely for she was no longer accompanied at all times. Though she didn't like the demon... in her darkest hours is was the closest thing she ever had to a friend... her Harpy didn't talk to her... for she always indulged its wishes without a constant reminder.
But one fact continued to puzzle her... 'If I'm without Onyx... how can I still be alive without my heart...?'
And as if her question was answered something in her chest was beating erratically against her ribs... and something warm and red was flowing from the old open wound in her chest which would never heal.
Blood...
The substance foreign to her when flowing from her own skin... she still knew what to do when the crimson began to flow. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a needle and then ran her fingers through her long... honey brown... hair... the length reached her waist and a loose hair came with her fingers. Hair from an Angel was always etched with gold to give it that sunshine look. She thread the needle with her hair and proceeded to stitch up her wound. Beneath her frail skin a bruise started to form, turning her paper white outer shell into a light purple spreading across her chest like a plague.
Soon even that stopped and she proceeded to her door... after tripping over her own two feet. Landing against the door her hand reached for the knob and noticing the shake in her appendage she released a slight gasp but then managed to grip the device that would free her into the hallway of her home. Only... it wouldn't open... she cursed silently under her breath and wondered when she locked the door to her chambers...
Finally the lock un-stuck itself and the brunette stumbled into the hallway... and knocked a large man completely to the ground. He looked familiar... but she had never seen him before in the palace... then realization hit her... She completely forgot that it had been 400 some odd years since she'd been home... and the man she tumbled onto was one of her most favourite people to annoy on a regular basis. And by the looks of it... he didn't recognize her either...
"Who are you and why did you stumble out of Puppet's room?!" He bucked her off and jumped to his feet.
'Puppet...? Oh... that's what I called myself because of the accident...' She shook her head from side to side and her brown curls tickled her back. Which was as bare as it usually was.
The sound of flesh against metal brought her attention back at her soon to be aggressor unless she managed to say what she had to say AND got him to believe her... if that was possible... the man in front of her was never the understanding type.
Since she could now be killed... she gulped in fear. "K... Kakuzu... it IS me... It's Puppet..." Not knowing the tone in her voice completely proved her words as a lie... she eased towards him with a hand outstretched.
A clicking noise sounded in the back of his throat, "Never have I heard such a lie. Puppet NEVER fears. You sound as terrified as a child who has lost their mother."
Oh. He went there.
"Kakuzu. I'm going to nail your dick to the outer walls and use your testicles as CAT TOYS FOR JASHIN. Then I'm going to scrap your corneas with jalapenos." She anchored one hand on her hip. "Is that a... "Puppet" enough response for you? Or shall I go on?"
He gave her a once over and still didn't lower his weapons. "If you're Puppet... then show me your wings... they're still BLACK I assume."
Ouch... they weren't anymore if she didn't have Onyx... at least... she didn't think...
"Well FINE THEN. Fuckin' grouch." Suddenly two large bones protruded from her back and were suddenly covered in transparent webbing only to be decorated by white feathers... that turned gray... and then black... luck was on her side... for the moment.
Reluctantly he lowered the needles he had in his hand and never removed his eyes from her. "I still don't believe it's you. I'll let Deena tell..."
'I've been gone... for WAY. TOO. LONG.' With that thought... "Puppet" scrubbed a hand down her face and followed her friend when he turned to proceed to her friends room... her wings turning a sparkling onyx as she walked...
Oh the irony.
