He was twenty one and by the set of his shoulders he could feel my presence in the back of the lecture hall. He was studying business and I could just make out the drawing across his page. Long, clawed talons, pale oval head with no face and straight black hair, and I recognized me.
The lecture was long, and impossibly boring and if I slept, I probably would have my forehead against my desk, deep in slumber. Finally the lecture drew to a close and the subject of my attention sprinted outside, maybe to run from me.
I followed him, teleporting behind him. He was behind the gym when I appeared again. He saw me, and smiled.
‘Hey there, Slendy!’ He grinned and hugged me. I remained impassive, surprised out of all thought and reasoning.
I looked down at him and carefully detached myself.
He smile was bright enough for a blind man to see.
‘I’ve missed you.’ He said after dropping his arms from around me, with a light shrug. ‘Where were you? You left me. I thought you forgot me and found someone else.’
‘I didn’t forget you, Chuck.’ I said. He wasn’t scared by the blood dripping from my mouth. The first time I showed him how I spoke. And he smiled.
‘Thank god.’ And he appeared not to notice I was speaking for the first time. ‘Where did you go?’
‘I was trying the group lifestyle.’ I muttered. ‘I thought you’d be glad I was gone.’
‘God no.’ Suddenly I noticed the cruel downward pull to his mouth, the slight glint of malice in his smile and the dead look in his eyes. He was no longer the bright faced, scared eighteen year old I’d originally found. ‘The time with you was the best in my life.’
I blinked. I’d found my replacement. I’d found someone to take my place. Now all that was left was to train him. ‘It seems you have a fetish for brutal impaling and murder.’
His smile grew. ‘I was born for this.’
Good.
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Suddenly the hope for a cure, for death, was within my grasp and forcing me to wonder if that is what I wanted. Did I want to die?
‘He’s dead.’ His hands were slicked with blood and his eyes glittered with excitement. He kept his voice monotonous however, trying to hide the joy he felt when he killed.
I nodded and Chuck pulled himself up the tree to sit at eye level to me. ‘What’s up Anna? You’re different.’
‘What?’
‘You’re depressing now. Before you used to be so cold… and cruel and angry.’ He leant forward on his hands. ‘I wanted to be like you.’
I didn’t say anything, I studied him wordlessly until he slid from the tree.
‘Can you show me how you kill again?’ He flinched slightly when I moved and I realised he was afraid of me, despite the bravado he put on.
He was different to how I’d been when I was chosen and said yes, he was alive and this death only made him more so. I looked at him slowly, letting the gaping hole of my mouth drip open.
‘Do you want to take my place?’
‘Yes.’ He stared at me, almost jumping with excitement and I waited for searing pain.
Nothing happened. I waited nearly half an hour, just watching him and slowly, ever so slowly the anger in me built. Why wasn’t I changing back? Why wasn’t I dead by now?
I took Chuck back before I killed. Slaughtering humans in droves. Why wasn’t I dead? I lifted a woman by her hair, skewering her easily and leaving before the relish of seeing her filmy grey eyes could calm me. I found another, throwing him across the forest into a tree. I could hear his spine snap and I turned to the rest of him camp while I pushed a branch through his chest, leaving him dangling thirty feet in the air with one of the black appendages from my back.
I killed each and every one. Throwing, ripping and murdering until I could find no one with in a twenty mile radius and each of the trees in the clearing was supporting at least one corpse and the ground was stained red. I left a hundred stiff corpses in my wake and teleported home, and yet I was still furious.
Why wasn’t I dead?
Laughing Jack appeared and before I could even think about it I’d thrown him against the wall, but no crack of bones was heard and Laughing Jack began laughing.
I found Jeff in his room and threw him too, out a window, hearing the smash of broken glass but barely registering it. Jeff ran back to me, saying something I didn’t hear through the haze of broken anger.
I screamed at him wordlessly, throwing him again, then dashing him against walls, needing to hear the snap of bones. And as I threw Jeff I heard them. He never cried out in pain, he took it until I dropped him, lying limp on the floor. His bones reset and he left me to my fury.
It was then I realised what I had to do, why Chuck didn’t become like me. He wasn’t like me. He needed to die inside before he could become Slenderman.
‘Anna?’ Jeff was back, two footsteps running up the stairs and I expected Laughing Jack and Jeff to appear, to attempt to calm me or even kick me out.
Jeff appeared and then a face I knew well, dark hair, handsome and two gaping holes where his eyes should be.
‘Jack?’ I stared at him. ‘What are you…?’
Where was my anger? I searched for it as I watched Jack, and found it still bubbling, but subdued.
‘Jeff brought me.’ He smiled and Jeff left. After a moment Jack sighed. ‘Everything smells like blood. How many people have you killed tonight Anna?’
I felt like a chastened child as I looked at the floor. ‘I don’t know. I lost count.’
‘That was stupid of you.’ Jack collapsed on Jeff’s bed. ‘I think that many bodies in one place will account for a serial killer. And they’ll search for you.’
‘So? They won’t find me. And if they did, how would they arrest me?’ I laughed harshly.
Jack slid off the bed, and I noticed the elegance in which he did it with and I smiled, he’d lost none of his grace. He hugged me, and despite the two foot height difference, it felt natural.
I touched his face lightly. ‘I’ve missed you.’
Jack nodded. ‘I know, I’m sorry. But I’m not coming back.’
Blood streaked his face from where I’d touched him and he bit his lip, turned and left. Once he was gone, I felt empty again. And I knew I wanted to die.
I left to break Chuck then, to utterly destroy him inside.
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A/N: Short I know. Short chapter and short part. I can't help it, I'm running out of things to say. Next is the final part. Jack's perspective (the eyeless one, not the laughing guy) and I've been looking forward to writing it for a while... Soon the blurb/prologue/thing/the first part of this story takes affect... *evil laughter*
Bye for now!! A forest of dead people to you all!! <3 <3 <3
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