The Puppet Master

'Bloody hell' I thought as I turned up for work 'another day in this fucking factory'.  I hate it, all my bosses are wankers, I hate my colleagues, and the only thing keeping me here is the paycheck!  I need the money I have a mortgage, 2 kids another on the way.  Before she got pregnant my wife didn't do any work, she just sat on her fat ass and watched the Jeremy Kyle show whilst collecting dole payments.  I want a divorce but she won't allow it I need a way out, but if I kill myself what will happen to the kids, no that's not an option.  I waved my ID badge as I passed through the security gates.

'Morning Jeff' said Bob, the security guard.

'Morning Bob' I replied.  I parked my car in the spot nearest to the door and walked in.  It is only a small factory, fifty employees max.  This factory makes clutches for the big car firms such as BMW and Audi.  Unfortunately I am only the janitor, and everybody treats me like shit.  I suppose I could show them all, would they like it if I stopped cleaning up after them, HA, lets see them make top quality clutches whilst trying to wade through swarf!  HA!

I turned up to my locker took my jacket off and placed it inside, removed my keys, phone and wallet and placed them inside my locker, and after climbing into my overalls slammed the locker door shut and closed the padlock, and went over to my store room and pulled out a brush.

'Jeff, report to my office!' came Steve's voice over the tannoy.  Steve my team leader, complete and utter TWAT.  I don't like him, every time I see him I feel like running my floor buffer over his baldhead.  I knocked on his office door; 'Come in!' came his raspy voice.  'Jeff,' he said 'sit down, we need a chat!' he continued.  'I believe you're wife is pregnant again, congratulations, but on a more serious note.  I feel like you are not happy here!'

Here we go he's going to start with the whole take a break, get some counselling bollocks!!

'You're standards have been slipping over the past few months, and we feel you are not up to scratch, I'm sorry we are going to have to let you go!'

'You're letting me go!'

'Yes' said Steve firmly 'you have had several warnings to improve you're standards, and yet you have not, in fact you have done the opposite!  Standards have decreased the workers are complaining, about poor working conditions, spills on the floor not being moped up'

'They shouldn't be retarded enough to spill them then should they!!' I shot at him.

'I'm sorry but it doesn't work like that!  We have no choice but to let you go!' he replied, I stood up I felt like twatting him!

'How the fuck do you expect me to pay off the mortgage, feed the kids, the wife' I shouted at him.

'That is not my problem' he answered, so I punched him, and stormed out of the office.  I went into my smaller office, and closed my eyes, hoping that this would all go away.  I had a feeling, a bad feeling, a feeling that somebody had come into the factory and had savaged everyone.  I heard a loud bang as my office door shut, and I woke with a start!

'Any one there?' I shouted there was no reply.  'Any one there?' I shouted again, and again there was no reply, I slowly crept out of my office and was shocked by what I saw, somebody had painted the walls red, they hadn't even done a good job at it, it looked as if they had just thrown the paint out of the pot onto the wall.  The more startling fact was that there was no one else around the place was deserted.  How long had I been asleep?  I cloud see a little streak of light between the red paint on the windows.  I knew I mustn't have been asleep this long.  A sudden thought came to me, if I had fell asleep had the sacking been a dream was I still employed.  I didn't want to be sacked.  An idea suddenly popped into my head.  If I clean this up they won't sack me because of the good cleaning job I have done.  I decided to walk to my store cupboard find a mop and mop all the paint off the floor.  As I approached the cupboard I noticed that the door was ajar, 'that's weird' I thought 'I usually close the door.'  I started to open a door and I jumped backed with shock, as an arm fell through the door.  'Do you think that this is funny' I shouted around me in hope that everyone was playing a trick on me.  There was no reply, I opened the door fully and a pile of bodies fell out of the cupboard.  I ran into the nearest toilet found the nearest cubicle and threw up into the basin.  I couldn't hear laughter so that proves that this is no joke.  I walked out of the cubicle, and washed my face, as I looked up into the mirror I saw a guy standing over my shoulder looking at me.  I turned around quickly and he smiled at me he was wearing the same overalls as me, he however was covered in blood.  'It's not paint then!' I thought to myself.

'Who are you and why have you done this?' I asked him.

'I am the puppet master and you are my puppet' he replied.

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' I retorted.

'Humph, you know exactly what I mean, that is why you haven't tried to kill me yet!'

'No the reasons I haven't tried to kill you yet is because I want answers, and I need you alive as proof that I didn't do it!'

'But you did.' He replied, 'you killed them after I killed you're wife and children' he replied.

'You bastard' I screamed as I ran at him!! I jumped at him and missed.

'You cant hurt me and don't pretend you don't know why' he laughed. 'I have decided that I am going to help you!' he said.

'Why would I want you're help, you're a murderer!'

'So are you' he replied 'has it not sunk into you're thick head yet.  I am the puppet master and you are my puppet!' He answered.  'I am going to help you find every family member of all the staff here' he replied.  'You will then kill them all'

'Why?' I asked

'Revenge' he said.

'What have they done to you?' I asked he did not answer he just grinned, and walked slowly into one of the cubicles.  'Hey!' I shouted 'I want answers.'

'You already have them' he replied as the door closed.  I ran into the door and it flew open he, however was gone.  I decided to go and see the CCTV footage to see exactly what happened here so I walked over to the security portacabin and found the interior covered in blood as well.  I pressed rewind on the security monitor and when it reached the end I pressed play.

I watched as I stormed out of Steve's office after clearly being sacked.  I forwarded it a bit, I walked back into the factory I had Steve pinned against the floor with a floor buffer on his head.  I watched myself as I piled the bodies into my storeroom.  I noticed some blue and red flashing lights I looked up to see the source of the lights just one word ran through my head

'SHIT'.