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I walked slowly to my abode, missing my host. It's been long since I left here, so long that the road was unfamiliar. But no matter how interesting the journey may be, a person will also go back home.

In my own case, I was sent back home.

"Is it really you?"

I looked sideways to see her. She was the first person that accepted and taught me how to live again years ago. She was much more older now.

"Yes."

She studied me. "Why then do you still look so angry and blood thirsty?"

"She sent me away. I have so many things to do but I can't do it without her. I need her."

She looked up at the sky. "What do you want?"

"Revenge," my blood boiled, "destroy all of them."

"The Footpath will do that anyways. Maybe it's time to just lie down and watch us grow old," she replied.

"No. Their destruction must come by me and me alone. I didn't come this far to back out when I'm almost there."

She turned her back and was about to lie down. "I'm sorry. We can't help you. Your plan ha--"

I yelled. "It was perfect."

"Many things fell out of place Alon the line. It must have been interesting watching them obliviously act according to your plan. Now, rest. Watch."

I was angry. How could she be saying this? How? "If you were going to make me rest, why then did you make me start?! You turned me into a blood thirsty demon and now you're saying I should rest? Who does that?"

She sat up and looked at me, probably remembering the night she picked six years old me, took away my innocence and introduce me to a dark world. She smiled evilly, like she did that night.

"You know when revenge becomes sweet? When they think they're making progress but all they've been doing for years is act according to the plan you mapped out."

I smiled now, feeling my insides burn.

She stood up. "Did you say you need her to act? No. Did I say you should rest? No."

"Now what?"

"Did you take any part of her with you?"

I nodded. "Her past memories are locked up in my head."

"Did we say we were going to spare her before? She lost that opportunity."

I didn't let that shock me, I knew that was her plan from the start. She was using only using me too and she was good at it. The only mistake she made was teaching too many things, thinking I would sheepishly obey her.

I mentally scoffed at her. She's such a fool to think that I'm still with a six year old mine. I've grown. I've learned to use but never be used.

"We'll start with plan B."

I smiled to myself.
She was a puppeteer.
But meet me, the Master Puppeteer.
Karleen's F.

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