Mind Games (Master of Puppets)

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Life in death... Yes, this one understood the galaxy's one truth. For some time now, this twisted soul had been stalked by shadows. It was enjoyable to say the least. Watching such an individual tear apart his victims, mind and body; having come from such humble beginnings. It had been so long since the Jedi were called home, yet still his features were familiar. Even then they were dark and distinct, though only in passing through the halls.

They both had changed. Now, the one calling himself 'Ledo', had come across an individual he found to show potential in helping him reach his needs. There were no goals, only requirements. The necessity to show them all what truth there was in any belief. The Jedi and their offspring, they all claimed knowledge over the real truth. They were all wrong, too focused on the other. In that lies the real truth. We must all face our darkness.

Though Ledo had witnessed an act of pure hatred at the hands of this middle aged man, he still remained an empty canvas. Splotched with the three main colors, all had yet to be mixed; to create a truly devious and vivid image of darkness, capable of grafting the most intricate mazes of horror upon maleficent architecture of a self destructive genius. Ledo had yet to reveal himself to the man with some sort of eccentricity with puppets. If ever there was a time to approach the man, it had to be now; while his hands were dirty, while the warmth of life fled death's decay before him. This master of puppets would kill many more with the right guidance. In time he could make children out of those most feared across the galaxy. And so, his 'Ledo' would begin as he so often did; with a whisper. Incomprehensible as to barely exist, but to be felt through the darkness within.

 

[Count Sam]

"Close your eyes Valerie!! I don't want you to see what I am going to do to these nasty beings over here"

Came the voice of the puppeteer from one of the Dark Alleys in the Slums of Coruscant. As usual he has been hunting down random people, but unlike all the scum that were living in the underworld of Coruscant he was doing it for the sake of revenge, not money or at least that was the pathetic excuse he gave to himself every time he fired a bullet between the head of someone, or ripper of their guts into small pieces. After all, it was normal for any psychotic freak to give himself random and imaginary excuses for killing someone. Hence, that was why they were different, and always out casted.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME....I WILL GIVE YOU ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY YOU WANT!!!" Came another voice from the alley, and it seemed this time the voice belonged to one of the many beings who were being abused. He was a middle aged bounty hunter covered in blood, and it seemed that he was on the verge of death. When you look closely at him however you would notice that he is missing his right hand, and a few of his fingers on the left hand. However he was not the only one who was down on the ground and covered in blood. It seemed that there were more creatures injured badly and on the verge of death.

"Well, the decision is not up to me I will leave it for Valerie to decide" The puppeteer once again spoke in his cold and childish tone that was pretty scary. Normally, any person who would hear him speaking would get chills in his bones, and maybe run away. But alas, that was why the puppeteer was born in the first place. He believed that he was an avenger with only one goal in his mind, and that was killing sentinel creatures and making them pay for all their sins.

"hmmm Valerie I guess someone is following us we can decide the fate of this scum later on" The puppeteer once again as he was able to sense someone following him. Of course he started to walk out of the alley with his beloved puppet Valerie, and as soon as he left that the almost dead hunter tried to crawl away as he sighed.

'Who are you stranger and why are you stalking me? I would better warn you me and my beloved Valerie hate stalkers, and especially those who follows us when we are delivering absolute justice.' The puppeteer sent a telepathic message through the force to the force sensitive being that was following him.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Swirling out of shadow and dust to solidify behind the puppet wielding psychopath; Ledo, fully robed in black, began his depiction in immersion. His voice deep within an agonizingly grinding whisper. Though hooded, his head held high with a confidence of his stature in power. In this scene, he was at home. With his back turned he walked over to the victims who lay out along the alleyway, addressing his future conquest.

"Please, don't let me interrupt. Such a travesty it would be not to finish your work of art?" He gestured a wave before a man's eyes, missing one hand and several other fingers, but the man could not see him. In fact, none of them seemed to notice the dark robed figure covered in rolling soot and ash. They all watched their crazed torturer as he walked away, hoping for the best.

 

[Count Sam]

The puppeteer could not help but laugh manically as the stranger told him to finish of what he started. After all, it was rare when the puppeteer was able to find an interesting living being like him in the vast galaxy. He knew well that most of the killers in the galaxy were killing for money, or for their own benefits and that is why he considered them sinners. However he believed that he was completely different from them, and that he was doing the right thing and was handing out holy punishments to those who deserved it.

"Well, I guess my beloved Valerie can't wait to finished already...Right sweet heart?" The puppet master said as he walked slowly toward the alley, and as he kissed his beloved doll. It was the doll of the person he loved, and at the same time it was a masterpiece made by him. He indeed was one of the best puppet makers in the vast galaxy, and this puppet was his masterpiece that made a lot of people thrives to know the secret of how he built it.

The puppeteer's eyes turned red as he gave a devilish grin to his targets that were now starting to get on his feet and walk away. However their hope was already lost the moment his eyes turned red. It was a sign that proved that he now had absolute control over his puppet using the force only. It was obviously a unique skill that distinguished him from other puppet masters no matter how good they were in controlling their dolls.

"FOR ALL THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED I SHALL HERBY KILL YOU ALL IN THE NAME OF REVENGE!!!" The puppeteer said as huge needles started to come out of the holes in his puppet's body and got the fool that were trying to escape. It was true that the needles landed on non vital areas, and they were not that dangerous but they were covered with a deadly poison that moved fast through the body, and into the brain destroying it for good.

The puppeteer smiled as he targets felt down on the floor and screamed in pain as the poison started to spread through their body. They were going to suffer for ten seconds and then they were heading directly to the real underworld with other sinners.

"Ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five,four,three,two,one.." The puppeteer counted in his usual childish and cheery voice which made him sound as if he was playing hide and seek or something.

"ZERO!and their brains go BOOM!!"The puppeteer said as the annoying screams of his victims stopped, and as their ear drums exploded along with their eyes bulking out causing a huge amount of blood to drip on the floor.

They were all dead now and the only thing you could hear was the maniacal screams of the puppeteer.

"You seem to be quite the interesting guy Mr. Stranger....I and my beloved are interested to know more about you." He once again spoke just like kids as he settled down on his knees, and started to lick the blood from the floor.

He technically looked like a hungry animal thirsting for blood. It was such a horrific scene, and mostly anyone who would see it would be terrified but well the puppeteer knew well that this guy was not normal.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

The figure stood in watching, feeling every reaction within the victim's bodies to the very end. One trying to escape had ran just past Ledo, as he did nothing to stop him while the needles struck out to intercept the runaway. He most enjoyed the countdown, as he let a teethed grin show from behind shadow. Turning to converse, the figure looked with an emptiness; his eyes concealed behind darkness. Furthering his constant state of illusion, the figure's voice grew to become smooth and warm.

"You may call me, Ledo." His head tipped, to bow only slightly; a dignified and worthy heir about him. The way of his physicality and aura, this master of puppets would feel respected as Ledo spoke to him; acknowledging both the master and the beloved puppet. Turning his head to a mass of bloody flesh, the body lifted; contorting as the broken frame of what once was a person hovered in rotation, Ledo studied it motionless. One such as he didn't require the use of his hands to easily lift such an object. "The body of the damned...", he added; trailing off in thought, or so it appeared. He had took on a persona, that which this puppet wielding force user would appreciate. It would all seem fate, for the two meeting such as this.

"You are a person of a certain quality, my friend. One that, perhaps, I can assist." The body dropped with a tumbling of joints as the face slammed with a splatter. Speaking very matter of fact-ly, his words would not seem unsure or wary. Ledo took extremely slow steps, as he began making his way off to the side of his company. "Penance", he continued as he looked to the city beyond their concealed location. "...A worthy cause, no?" The looming figure would finish his question, to then look over in welcome of the puppet master's answer.