Don't Look Back

Chapter 11

(I'm sorry for the short chapters everybody!)

January 3rd
2015

   The people that were in the Trinity building kept me here for 24 hours before feeding me and letting me drink, they gave me little amounts of food and water then sent me back to the room they shoved me in. I waited there for a long time, trying to think of how any of this connected to Slender-man. I have heard the word Trinity before but I had no idea what it meant. The building I was in looked a lot like a hospital, white tiles and floors, and I had seen a few other people on my way to my room. The room I was in was just steel walls and a small table, I tried everything to see if this was a hallucination, but nothing turned up. It didn't make sense, how can Slender own a whole building and keep it hidden for so long that the police haven't found it? I couldn't get anything to work in my brain so I just laid on the cold steel and waited until something happened. After a few hours I heard the door open and Rick walk in, I say up against the wall and looked at him.
"How?"
Rick didn't answer me, he just picked me up and brought me down a long hallway and entered yet another room. There was a wooden desk and a Shakespeare statue in the corner, this looked like a professional's office. Behind the desk sat one of the most unexpected people I could think of.
My Dad.
On his desk was the name tag. George Wilton.
Rick shoved me into one of the chairs that stood in front of the desk, my Dad looked at me and clapped.
"You went far kid."
"Farther than anyone else has."
I was so confused, I had no idea of anything anymore, my mind stopped working.
"Your grandfather, David. Do you know his name?"
I thought for a bit... I didn't know his name, I never really thought about it.
"Slender raised me, ever since I was a child."
My eyes widened and I sat a bit straighter, does that mean Slender was my Grandfather? I looked at my 'dad' in horror. How could he have lived and stayed sane while living with Slender? I guess he wasn't same anymore though.
"Well, I have to send you off now, Rick, bring him to the test room."
Rick walked in and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the chair and into the hallway. Rick motioned for a gurney that was coming down the hallway to come pick me up, he walked away as the doctor approached. He picked me up and put me on the gurney, strapping my arms and legs down to it. He rolled the gurney for a bit until we stopped at a metal door, the doctor put his finger on the touchpad and that door opened, he rolled me inside. He locked the gurney next to an assortment of doctors tools and other stuff. After a bit of waiting a few other doctors showed up with scalpels and gloves. They were going to experiment on me. One of the doctors pinned my arms and another pinned my legs. I couldn't fight, the restraints were to strong! I yelled in horror as a third doctor approached me with a scalpel. This is it, this is the end. I gave up, I let my muscles rest and laid my head back. Everything has an end, and now here comes mine. I bit my lip as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, the scalpel. I started to scream, the sharp blade pulsed pain throughout my body that was as painful as white hot fire. The doctors started to panic, they grabbed a bottle of something and force fed it into my mouth, the taste of cherry. My vision blurred, and the last thing I saw before I fell to the pits of Hell, was the Tall Man, holding the bloody scalpel.