Ms. Galloway (A Slender Man love story)

The Slender Man

While I'm standing there, not know what the heck to do, I realize the man came back. And this time he was WAY too close for comfort. To be precise, I turned around and my nose was barely touching his tie.

Don't know how he got there, but I'm such an unlucky person. I get out of one batch of trouble and then get caught up in something else. I suck in my breath and prepare to look up at my new-found enemy. But before I can, something large wrappes around me. I glance down with a gasp, realizing the that it's some type of black rope. But it's not rope, cause it's not...rope. The texture just isn't right.

Suddenly, I'm lifted into the air, and I'm face-to-face with the man....Only the man doesn't have a face. So that's what it is! He's a vigilante! He saved me and he's wearing that white mask. Don't really know what this black stuff around my waist is though.

I stare at the man's faceless face, wondering what to say.

"Th-thank you," I finally say. "You saved me. I owe you."

The face tilted towards the side, which I found kinda cute. He looked like a puppy.

"My name's Lynn," I said. "Lynn Galloway. What's yours?"

The man just "stared" at me. Is he mute?

Suddenly, there was a low, low voice. A voice so low, it sort of reminded me of two large stones coming together in a collision. It was really confusing to pinpoint where it was coming from; The man had no mouth, so how could he talk? As far as I was concerned, that defied the laws of physics...Okay, I don't know squat about physics cause I flunked that class in high school. But never-the-less, it defied nature to talk but not have a mouth, or at least one of those little gadgets that scientist made. Like that thing Stephen Hawkins uses when he talks.

"I have no name," the man seemed to say. "But do you not know who I am?"

I shake my head. "Never heard of you. Why would I? Are you a celebrity? I've never seen you in the tabloids."

"Fool," growled the man. "My name is not a celebrity. I don't live in the tabloids, whatever that maybe. I have no name!"

"I never asked if your name was 'a celebrity,'" I said. "Do you even know what a celebrity or a tabloid is?"

"Silence!" hissed the man. "You're kind calls me Slender Man."

"Ah...I don't know who that is," I said, knowing how stupid I must have sounded. "Why do they call you that?"

"Because I'm TALL!" hissed the man.

For some strange reason or another, I giggle. "I can see that! But, what are you, scrawney? They call Superman "super" because he is super. I don't know why Batman's 'bat' because it's not like he turn into a bat. All he does is live in a cave with bats. So they just call you "Slender" because you're scrawney?"

The Slender Man didn't reply. I would imagine, if he had eyes, he'd be glaring at me. As in matter of fact, he must be; I can feel the heat of his stare.Then: "Do you know that every one is scared of me?"

"I'm not scared," I said.

"I just ate those men who hurt you," the Slender Man said.

"Disgusting," I said.

"Why would that be disgusting?" the Slender Man demanded. "They tasted quite well. All they needed with a sprinkle of thyme."

"Eww," I growl. "I respect people's sexual orientation, but please, keep your homo experiences to yourself."

"Sexual orientation? Homo experiences?" the Slender Man echoed as the realization slowly dawned on him. Suddenly I am released and I fall a few feet to the forest floor. "That's DISGUTING!"

"That's what I just said," I said, rubbing my butt painfully.

"You wretched human!" the Slender Man hissed. I notice the black ropes. They are part of him. They come from his back. "Do you dare mock me with the human's poor use of vocabulary? I ATE them, I didn't mate with them!"

"That's even worse," I snorted sarcastically, not really believing him. "You're a filthy cannible. But even so, those men deserved it." I knew he was probably just trying to scare me; Who can eat two men of that size that quick?

"Don't you insult me!" the Slender Man snapped. "I"m not a weak human. I'm a powerful entity of dark force! Aren't you scared yet?"

"Nope," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you a runaway from the Insane Asyalum down town?"

I'm suddenly snatched up again by the Slender Man's ropes. He turned me upside down, to where I could see his upside down "face."

"Why are you wearing a mask?" I asked. "You're not a serial killer."

"Che," the Slender Man huffed. "That's what YOU think."

"Oh, really?" I asked, with a random roll of my eyes.. "So, what do you do to your victims?"

"I don't take my victims to my...PLACE unless they're dead," the Slender Man said.

"It must be perfectly decorated," I said sarcastically. "Nobody to clean it, nobody to was your bloody clothes...Must be lonesome, with so many dead bodies."

"Actually, I clean up after myself," the Slender Man said, and I can detect a hint of pride in his voice. "But I must say, I'm not very good at cleaning other things. I specialize in cleaning blood only."

"Careful not to catch AIDS," I said.

"Oh, but I need aid," the Slender Man said. "It could really help me out."

I rise an eyebrow at him. "Then I'm not the right girl for you," I said.

"Yes, you are," the Slender Man said.

"No, I'm not," I said. "I don't have AIDS."

"You have all the aid I need," the Slender Man said. "You'll be a perfect help around my mansion."

It suddenly dawns on me that the both of us are talking about to TOTALLY different aids. I was talking about the STD; That idiot was talking about that literal aid. I was about to call him out on it until...

"I want you to give me aid," the Slender Man said.

I smirked. "I don't have AIDS, and you probably already got it."

"Eh?" the Slender Man tipped his head to the side.

"You ate those men," I said. "They're probably riddled with AIDS and if you're lucky, they probably gave you a case of syphilis on the side!"

The Slender Man strangly froze, and I knew that the same realization was getting to him too.

"YOU DISGUSTING HUMAN!" the Slender Man suddenly screeched, shaking me violently up and down. "YOU FILTHY, AMATURISH, HOLLOW-HEADED HUMAN! I CAN'T STAND HUMANS LIKE YOU! YOU KEEP THAT UP, AND I'LL EAT YOU TOO!"

Having stopped shaking me, I could see the whole world twisting and tilting. "Oh, Slender Man...Please don't, I'm not ready."

I could feel the heat from his glare. He said nothing though, just wrapped me up completely in his ropes, which remind me of tenticles if anything. I only have a faint sense of moving, now that my sight has been cut off completely. I don't know what Slender Man meant by "aid," but it sounded a lot like he was planning on keeping me. This looney psycho probably doesn't even have a so-called "mansion," whatever that may be. For all I know, it might be some old shed, or some dark, creepy cave. I don't know what awaits for me up ahead, but whoever this lunatic is, he saved me. He gotten rid of Rip and Mitch, saving me from loosing my innocence.

He saved my pride as a woman.

And, for that alone, I was willing to help him with whatever it was he needed help with.