Why won't you save me? (Book 2 of the Misguided Killer Series)

Chapter Thirteen: Trials

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. Between Finals and YouTube, I've been tied up. Thank you all for being so patient with me. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. I'm already working on chapter fourteen for you guys, so lemme know what you think.

Jeff squirmed as Zalgo's energy wrapped around him. The dark energy poking at his mind was all to familiar, and he growled loudly. Zalgo laughed, grin wild. All of his fellow Creepypasta were similarly struggling, minus Slenderman that was. 'He looks so calm,' the killer thought. The energy around the elder Creepypasta shivered before shattering into fragments.

"You have no control over me Zalgo," he said smoothly, "And you never will." The demon huffed.

"Clearly," he muttered, "but no matter. Let's see if your lover is as strong." Jeff hissed as the pressure worsened, Zalgo's energy pushing deeper into his mind.

"Struggling will get you nowhere," Zalgo snarled, "soon, you'll be fighting for me." Jeff froze, glaring darkly. Zalgo's energy shivered and burst. Jeff grabbed his knife, hissing.

"Go fuck yourself," he said, "I'm nobody's tool." His leg was shaking a bit, struggling to hold his weight on the marred limb. Yet he looked prepared to kill.

Ben was the next one to slip free, zipping out of existence and popping up again nearby. "I'm not so easy to catch am I?" He mocked, electricity coming to life on his skin. Zalgo frowned, but left him be.

'Come on you three,' Slenderman bought, watching his proxies struggle, 'you're stronger than this.' Dark energy started to pulse through them, and almost immediately Hoodie jerked. The energy dissipated, and he whipped around, firing at Zalgo twice. The first bullet struck the demon's shoulder before he teleported away, snarling.

"You'll regret that," he growled. The energy intensified, and Slenderman felt his blood run cold.

Masky was the first one to cry out, the sound muffled by his mask. The normally silent, strong-willed man's scream pierced the section of forest Zalgo had trapped them in, sending birds scattering. Liu was gritting his teeth beside him, desperately trying to hold in his pain. Toby, who felt no pain to begin with, simply struggled wildly.

"Time for round one kiddies!" Zalgo announced wildly. Gingerly his energy set Masky on his feet. The man swayed dangerously, but somehow remained standing. Hoodie sighed, moving a few inches to better shield his partner.

"You okay man?" he asked, his eyes locked on the demon, "did he hurt you?"

"No..." came the tiny response. Before Hoodie could reply the masked male whipped his pocket knife out, driving the blade into the others' shoulder. Hoodie shouted, shoving Masky back as he stumbled away.

"The fuck?" he gasped out. Zalgo's laugh met their ears.

"Such an easy one to break that one is," he commented, "push a couple images into his head. Stir up some of the voices in his head. And Voila! He's a puppet ready for showtime."

"Let him go!" Hoodie shouted, keeping one eye on the masked man before him. Zalgo sneered, crimson eyes gleaming.

"I told you," the demon mocked, "Winners leave alive. And he's chosen you as his target."

"Fuck this," Ben said with a glare. He popped out of existence, reappearing behind Masky. His hands sparked like live wires, and he grabbed at the man's head as he turned to face the oncoming threat. "Sorry dude, but maybe this'll help."

"Ben no!" Hoodie shouted. The digital Creepypasta ignored him, making contact. Masky yelped as the shock hit him, though Ben didn't get time to do much for long. He jerked back as something struck and cut into his wrist. Masky stumbled back, shaking his head as Toby crossed his hatchets.