Stalker? Or Savior? (Feat. Creepypastas)

Chapter 4: "I've Only Lost Four!"

                When you were a kid, I'm sure you did a few things that got you in trouble. Maybe you stole from the cookie jar, or you stayed out later than you were allowed, or maybe if you were a real rebel you got caught doing some drugs or whatever dumb shit kids do these days. No matter what it was, you never wanted your parents to find out because you knew if they did they'd chew you out like a dog chews his bone. That's exactly the feeling I'm having right now, only the bad thing I did was murder a dozen cops and the pissed off parent is Slenderman. I don't think I need to explain to you how bad of a situation this is for me.

I don't think I've ever seen Jeff get scared of anything, he's supposed to be the scary one in the world. Even when he's been scolded by Slendy he just shrugs it off and continues on like he used to, which makes him a trouble child I suppose. This instance is no exception, even though I feel pretty confident in saying that we are about to be seriously fucked.

"Dude, that was amazing! Did you see the way I was spinning around taking care of those jerks? Man, I've never felt so ALIVE! Fuckin' crazy man... and then you came in and you were throwing knives like nobody's business; we were like a two-man wrecking crew!" Just exclaimed excitedly, almost shaking from all the adrenaline that must be coursing through him after such a fight. We were lucky to escape when we did, and we were fast enough to cut into the woods a few miles down from the restaurant without too much difficulty. We're waiting out the storm right now, making sure nobody's left still searching this part of the woods. I feel fairly certain that cops and military are around every exit the forest may provide, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.

"You know that Slendy's gonna kill us right? We just put the entire organization in danger, all because you wanted a little bit of fun." I scolded the giggling boy. He turned to look at me, but quickly broke out into another fit of laughter. "You're damn proud of yourself aren't you? You would do it again if you could." He stopped laughing, and flashed me an evil grin.

"You can bet your sticky tar-covered ass I would do it again. As a matter of fact I am already trying to decide when I'll go again... Either way, I'd say this was a good date. Maybe not a successful date for you, but we should definitely do it again sometime." He cackled, accidentally biting his lip. I could tell he felt very strange having lips again, since he cut his real ones years ago. His speech was strange and weirdly emphasized as well, which further demonstrated his discomfort.

We continued crunching through the woods, and the sun had already begun its descent. Nighttime will probably be our best chance to escape, as both Jeff and I have learned to move swiftly and silently through the dark. After about 2 hours wandering the woods, we finally reached the opposite side from where we entered which opened out into the highway. We edged close to the woods end, and began evaluating our options... of which we had very few.

The highway had been totally shut down, and military were patrolling everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if they had the entire city on lockdown, which will make things incredibly difficult for us. We tried to lead the cops away from our hotel, but that wouldn't mean anything if they were searching the entire city. Jeff pointed out a few of the military guys on patrol, and they had some pretty heavy-duty gear: Ballistic vests and assault rifles. Jeff and I are in pretty far over our heads this time, and I know he's starting to realize it.

"Alright big man," I started, "What's the plan here? We just gonna rush in and take these guys on?" He shook his head silently, his smile falling lower and lower.

"We could go along the edge of the forest and see if there are any openings. They can't have this whole place covered..." Jeff trailed off, looking back at me expectantly. Normally I'm pretty good at being the man with the plan, but this seems like a serious shit fest. I shrugged, and he pounded his fist against the side of a tree. Blood began dripping from his knuckles and he turned back to me, his smile returning. With his glamour he looked like a normal person, but he retained as big of a smile as he could muster with a normal face. He promised himself he would never stop smiling, and I knew he'd die before he broke that promise. He is a stubborn bastard, I can give him that much.