SUICIDAL CHILDHOOD

Chapter 6

They both jumped as a tall man's shadow crossed the floor in front of them. Jemme stood up fast," Daddy? What is it," she asked nervously trying to block Ignifex from sight. " I was just wondering who you were talking t-," he cuts off as he sees Ignifex. Ignifex felt anger build up in the room. The tall man stomped towards him and Ignifex scrambled for the silver window. He was on the window sill when he felt a cold tentacle wrap tightly around his neck. It lifted him off the sill and brought him face to "face" with Slenderman. " Who are you and what are you doing in my daughter's bedroom," he asked angrily. Clawing with sharp fingers at Slenders tentacles, he replied," I'm Prince Ignifex Hellbound. I'm the son of Lady Lucy and King Zalgo." His face was beginning to turn different colors with the lack of breath, when Slenderman growled and dropped Ignifex from 10 feet. He landed on his hands and knees, feeling the color rush from his face as he gasped for breath. Jemme tried to run over to her new friend but another tentacle wrapped around her waist, holding her back. " My dear, this is the SON Of ZALGO. HES BEEN ALIVE FOR OVER 6,000 YEARS. He's an enemy to this family, NOT a friend," he told her, while turning her to face him. She wrenched herself free and went over to Ignifex, who was beginning to stand, anyway," I know, daddy. But he's not anything like Zalgo. I mean, from what I've read about him," She helps Ignifex to his feet. He growls again, shaking his head," he may not be like his father now, but one day he will," he grabs Ignifex's arm roughly and starts to drag him out of the bedroom. Jemme grabbed her new friend's free hand as her father dragged him down the hall. When they reached the front door, Slender pulled their hands apart and tossed Ignifex out of the door. He landed on his elbows and knees, his horns sinking deep into the ground. Slender walked away as Jemme raced to help Ignifex. They both pulled hard to get his horns out, but only succeeded in hurting him. With a final tug, his horns ripped free of the rocky soil, pulling some of it up with them. Jemme pulled the clumps of dirt off his horns, while he dusted off his clothes. When they were done, he looked up meeting her crimson eyes. Laughter filled his tri-colored gaze. " I don't think your Dad likes me!"