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Of everyone, he didn’t actually believe it would be Gavin. It made sense in the end. The puppeteer knew everyone’s greatest fear, everyone’s greatest weaknesses. They had known the chinks in their armor, where to strike and when and now. Geoff and Jack and Ryan had fallen almost too easily, sucked into the darkness, screaming for help and calling for their friends. The other lads had vanished after that, Ray and Michael easily being picked off like insects to a hungry bird.
Then he’d been separated from Gavin. Alone, Edgar had let the panic finally get to him. When Gavin appeared it made sense and he hated himself for not seeing it, not seeing how Gavin was always able to get away, always one step ahead, always not as sad as he should have been.He was the puppeteer, he was the one behind the murders and the mayhem and the fear.He’d killed his friends.
Edgar raised his fists, prepared to take Gavin one on one. He didn’t have his battle hammer anymore, but the blacksmith was strong and tough. If Gavin wanted to fight, he’d have to come get him and finish him off himself."They trusted you," He spat, shaking his head in disgust.












