A/N: Well well well what do we have here? A new story? Well it has most certainly been a while since I updated but because I have either lost inspiration or can't think of what to put for the other two unfinished stories I have they will be on permanent hiatus until I can continue them.
Anyway I don't own any Puppet Master characters, they belong to Full Moon Features and Charles Band. I do own the mysterious woman though.
It was a cold night in the small town of Cliffton and inside an abandoned factory a lone woman was taking refuge.
She yawned sitting by a makeshift fire, her blue eyes tiered from a rough day travling, her clothes old and torn making her look like a homeless person.
From behind her she heard a hiss.
"So, I take it you found her?" The woman asked, she had a heavy american accent which stood out in the british town.
From the shadows the figure hissed again as a yes.
The woman nodded and opened up a old trunk.
"Lets hope she still remembers you Blade." She said as the figure stepped out from the shadows.
The figure was less than two foot tall, it had a white face with seemingly empty black eye sockets. It wore a black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat covering its white hair but what really stood out about it was for its left hand it had a hook and for its right hand a sharp knife.
Blade walked over to the trunk where the woman stood.
"You always were her favorite puppet." The woman commented picking up the stringless puppet who nodded.
They looked in the trunk at the five other stringless puppets who had been resting.
Each puppet looked up at the woman and stepped out.
The woman placed Blade down by the others and looked at the puppets before her.
"Take care of her, she will be your new master." She said pulling out a picture.
The puppets nodded and soon took their spots back in the trunk.
"Lets just hope." The woman began as she closed the trunk "That this Puppet Master will have a happier outcome."