Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 66. A Sudden Visit

I was listening to my old songs and one particular song reminds me of Byron. So. Much. :( 'The Enemy' by Papa Roach. It's giving me the feels because of Byron and now I'm just arghhhh... T^T my feels

Several hours earlier . . .

Two men trudged into the woods, along an invisible path only them knew well. The hooded man urged the other to hurry up, a strange feeling building up in his guts as if something was calling him. He needed to be there. And he needed to go there now.

"Why can't you give me a reason?" The other man quietly asked, "Why are we here?"

The man turned to the other with a struggling face, "I already said I don't know."

"You're probably just bored." The white-masked man muttered, "I could've stayed back."

"Well, you're here now." He prevented himself from arguing with the complaining man. There's no point in fighting about it. He'll just leave him if they did.

Only the rustling of leaves and the cracking of sticks underneath their shoes can be heard as silence fell. Barely any animals could be heard in this eerie part of the forest. The black-masked man's eyes widened momentarily as he saw the gray structure before running up to it with the other after him.

"We're here." He said to the one behind him, "Let's go check the doo－"

He didn't get to finish his words when they heard a plop and the sound of leaves cracking. They immediately stiffened at the thought that they were not alone and gave each other a look. The man wearing an orange hoodie signaled that they circle the building to see who the culprit is. They took slow steps, trying not to startle who or what ever it was that made that sound.

Being used to the situation, they stealthily made their way without any unneeded movements. They prepared for the worst, but as soon as they got to the front of the building, they saw a young man, lying face-first on the ground.

Unable to overcome their surprise, they stared at him with confusion. No one has ever gotten in this part of the forest. Especially not some . . . kid. They noticed the fresh blood on his clothes and the hatchet under his gloved hand.

"Tim, what the fuck?!" The man turned to the other with a hushed down yell.

"Shh!" He smacked the other on the shoulder, making him stop. "Shut up or he'll wake up!" He exclaimed in a whisper.

The black-masked man eyed the body and poked him with his foot, but he doesn't react, "Is he dead?"

The other gave him a look as he knelt down and placed a hand on the boy's neck, feeling a pulse, "He's still alive." He answered the question. He saw something in the boy's tightly clasped hand and took it.

"Well, he needs to die either way." The man crossed his arms, "He saw this place."

"Actually," The white-masked man spoke, "I think we should wait before doing anything brash." He eyed the piece of paper he got from the boy, "Look, it's a map."

The other examined the paper and slowly nodded in agreement. It was a map leading towards the hideout. Exactly the hideout for some reason. The symbol was also scribbled on it, "Tim . . . Does he know about the three of us?" He murmured, "Do we know him?"