Once upon in a world so dark, there was a man who used the people like puppets. Being someone who was at the top, he used power for ruin. Scaring people into doing as he said, he watched them be as little dolls and enjoyed playing with their lives. This man, with all his power, forced the people to do his dirty work. One night he was heading down to a fancy party to collect his puppet's finds, too bad he didn't know what happened to too much power.
Blinking just once, he was suddenly in complete darkness with no signs of life anywhere. There was no sound at all but a voice. It spoke. The voice sounded as if it were everywhere, coming from every angle in the darkness. "Power," the voice said and the man began to smile. "You have too much of it." The man's smile weakened.
"There is no such thing as too much power, only too much weakness," the man replied. "Oh, but there is and too much power must be taken away or controlled." The voice laughed and then said again, "you have too much power and it must go." This time the man's smile disappeared completely. "You have two choices," the voice continued. "Give up your power," the man snorted, "or become my little puppet." The voice laughed once again.
The man immediately refused both choices. "You can not control me, I am the one who controls. I don't have to make this choice." The man could somehow sense the voice grinning evily, even though he could not see anything at all. "Then you will DIE." The man's heart almost stopped as he listened to the voice turn cold and sickening. "Choose your fate," the voice demanded.
The man stood frozen. Power has always been what he lived for, the only thing he cared about. He could not lose it. He needed it. The man didn't think twice about the second option as he answered, "power I shall keep, it is mine!!!" The man suddenly felt cold darkness creep deep within his soul.
"Very well then," the voice said with an invisible grin. "Power is yours, "the voice paused, " and you are MY puppet. " The man was frightened as the voice disappeared, returning once again within the man's deepest thoughts. The man blinked. He was back in reality, people all around him staring. "Now I shall use my power." The man tried to move, but the voice started to speak, " do you not know? I never said you could use your power, " the voice laughed. The man wanted to argue, fear creeping inside him, but only little moans escaped his lips. He could not speak.
"You are a puppet and I am the puppeteer. "The man silently screamed, no one could hear him. "You are my puppet and you will forever dance with my shadows." The man's legs started to move, along with his hands as the voice took control. The man tried to scream once more, but was only rewarded with a jabbing pain in his soul. He looked at the people for help.
The man then swung around, skipped and hopped and twirled, but nobody was even moving to help. He knocked over tables and spun and jumped, causing destruction. He knew he would never speak, never use power, as the people just stood and watched as he danced around as a marionette.
