The Puppeteer (Everywhere and nowhere)<br/><br/><br/>The soft chime of the little alarm he had connected to the cam software woke him up immediately. He was barely sleeping since they had put him in that tiny cell and broken his sleep routine by waking him up everytime he had closed his eyes. The single confinement cell was history but the sleep pattern was still alive - unfortunately. Was this maniac peeping on his puppets on the monitors a result of being monitored by them in his cell? Was he paying back now? They had not managed to break him, no, but they had changed him for sure.<br/><br/>Groaning the Puppeteer got up from his small cot and looked around. Did anything really improve since his time in prison? It was still single confinement, the room wasn't feeling any larger, although it had several squarefeet more than the tiny prison cell. But the room was filled up to the roof with his little toys - his surveillance unit. On the monitor he could see her enter the kitchen. As every morning she was early and eager to make the life for the puppets easier. His eyes followed her movements as he had done all his life - well the part he had not spent in prison. She had still the same fluid movements he had always liked with her, at least one thing that didn't change. When she looked up to the camera and her crystal clear voice came out of the speaker, he was torn once again deep inside. Like someone had taken a sharp knife and cut his heart in the middle. The left part felt warmth whenever he looked into her lovely face, while the right felt unbearable hate - for them. They had destroyed his life, but they had taken her memory. "Why you don't remember, Jenny? Why? This house it should bring back your memory. Everything here is you...is us." His words went out unheard, echoing softly from the wall. He had not used the loudspeaker, she couldn't hear him. Even if she did, the words would have probably meant nothing to her.<br/><br/>The house woke up slowly. The siblings were usually next, with the boy probably trying to burn something. Damn pyromaniac. And indeed he could see the face, contorted by the fisheye lens, right in front of the lens while flames flashed up on the monitor. An amused chuckle escaped him. "Oh boy, you can't burn these..." The chuckle deepened when the girl pulled him down, making them fall over each other. Even after all these years he had no idea what to make out of them. Or if he should even try to make sense out of them...<br/><br/>His eyes switched to another monitor, one he had switched on tonight for the first time. They had a new addition, a new puppet he had to master. Some are born lucky, some are not. SHE was not. Why did she have to walk around here at night? And why did she have a dog? The damn dog must have heard or smelled his helping hands when they had unloaded the crates. Suddenly he had appeared out of the dark barking at the two men. One of them had knocked it down with a sap, when her voice had been calling for the dog in the forest. Nobody was allowed to learn of them, they had to knock her out. She had entered the house on the same way like the crates. And now she was waking up in the small room at the end of the hallway. He watched her roll over and her hands going for her head. "Ouuch!", he could practically feel the pain when he looked at her face, pitying her. A sap was some ugly weapon to the head. She would be reminded of it a lot today. Other than that she was quite the view. Dyed red hair with black tips, a true hardbody with some nice curves, not really hidden from his looks in those biking shorts and tank top. Seeing her cloves he made a mental note to let his hands search for her bike and items. Not that anyone would stumble over them. The dog had been taken care of already.<br/><br/>He watched her trying the doors. Cautious, carefully, always aware of the dangers. She reminded him of his youth when he had been like that too. In happier times, not so eaten up by his rage and the wish for revenge. His eyes were glued to the monitors when she moved from cam to cam. A smile split his quite handsome face when he saw her trying the stair. "My, girl, wanna run?" Watching her peeping on the girls in the kitchen, he knew what would happen the very moment she turned her head. "Ah, that was a dumb move, girl." When she got down on her knees, he finally had seen enough and his finger pressed the button of the loudspeaker in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Good morning, ladies. There is a new guest in the hallway. Maybe she needs some painkillers."<br/><br/>He could see Jenny and Chizuru jump by the unexpected shock of his melodic voice coming from the ceiling. He wasn't speaking often to them.