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Its the same usual gloomy and drizzling manhatten night. The ladies of the streets now retreating to their pimps as customers were nowhere in sight. But something was out of the ordinary that gloomy drizzling night, and that was a show was about to take place that very night.

The Maestro is figure of darkness hardly ever seen by anyone except his own puppets. A man walked out of a crudely built tent and ventured the streets of manhatten and immediately was greeted with merchandise of the flesh and pleasure. "Hey hun, I'm getting a bit... hot in this weather" The man placed a hand on the lady's shoulder and collapsed as if he was never alive. In their own cruel tactics the lady rummaged through and found nothing and angry at the cheapskate of a customer to be she angrily kicked the man and something stirred from within the shadows.

What would appear to be like a spider and a man. A patchwork of skin and limbs the Maestro appears angered and wrathful. "you dare to damage my creation!?" The woman didn't have a chance to reply as her head collided with the floor and her body still standing. The gleam of the razor wire reflected from the moon that peeked through the stormy clouds.

In a gruesome show of affection the Maestro made a puppet of the lady and had another for his collection. He fitted her with his six arm and reattached her head with the same razorwire that ended her life. It was a bloody process as the body was still pumping blood working even with the absence of the head. The rain would wash the blood away leaving no trace of a murder and besides no one would miss a person like her. Emptying her bowels filling his room with the stench of soon to be excrement. Her body was hollowed out with nothing left but the skin and bones. Replaced with artificial eyes and the like the Maestro muttered an incantation and the soul of the body that was recently killed returned to its body and her voice was that of a dying cow begging for its life to be ended.

"You are my servant now fraulein, and you will serve your purpose in my show along with my collection of puppets" In a glorious reverie he spun and danced along with an invisible partner his lantern illuminating his past killings and conversions to puppets. All were different ranging from the elderly to the young and the women with the men. Some purposely being switched gender having transvestite puppets. The Maestro fell apart as all the seams on his body came loose and his limbs all traveled somewhere into his sleeping quarters and he slept as the pattering of the rain drops lulled him to sleep and washing away his ...work.