[ Big Bad Wolf's POV]
I....i Could feel it the cut ran stright down to the bone of my face.I looked at my father and the large wood axe he was holding,he smirked and left the room locking me in the wooden shit shake to bleed out.I cupped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth before hering my sister scream from the house. I stood up stright and tried to pray the door of its hinges but it was no use.I looked around again for somthing to pray it open with but thee was nothing.The door opend slowly on its own as i stepped out into the snow coverd moaitain side.Father had left the axe outside and went into the house.Oh that basterd made his first mistake as i grabed it with my hand and walked through the open door to my home.The shell of a former logger stood outside my sisters room before i slmmed the axe into the back of his head blood covering the floor,my hoodie,and my face. The whale of a man fell to the floor with a thud and my sister opend the door to her room stepping over the body with the look of disgut on her face. She screamed and bolted out the door before i therw the axe, embeding it into her back as her dark brow hear stood out from the white snow and the deep red blood trail she left behind. I slowly walked out the door to her griping the axe as she hallowed in pain.I took one mighty swing of the axe crushing her skull painting the snow red with her blood. I painted a massege for the police when they arrived saying"Look aat what they made me do" as i walked of into the forest draging the blood staind axe through the snow pulling my hood over my head covering my black hair and my now souless grey eyes . I enterd town a purchesed a back pack the nerby store before hacking away at the owner.My blood lust did not end intill i enter the woods outside of town ,once i leand up against a tree i slide down the trunk and my eyes began to shut closed,i had fallen asleep.
I opend them to the sound of dogs barking in the distance and the sight of the sun lowering in the sky.night was coming as the cold air pushed itself into my face, i began to run again the drops of blood from my face covering the snow.i ran and ran looking back and running into a tall dark figure towering above me. His pale, blank face staring back at the gashed hooded face i wore i knew this man the one who allowed me to go free from the shake a cox me to kill the only family left, The slender man.Slenderman gave me freedom to kill so i killed and he knew that i was a murder his blank face spoke for him. The blood from my gash dripped into the snow as a tentical lowerd down to my face and pulled back my hood.He inspeted me like cattle ,head to toe ,and the axe that was blood stained heavily, he did not speek but handed me a mask,dark grey with spats of red and white into the form of teeth and a moon painted at the top between the eyes. "for you" a eary voice echoed from the woods as he teleported from my sight. i sliped on my new face , my murky grey eyes pearing out from it as i ran of into the moonlight knowing that i would eventuly find more of my kind.
*2 months later*
I finshed pulling my axe from a campers head and the machate from what was left of his girl friend and walked back to my den in the woods with the food i collected. I cleaned off my blood staind boots of greay matter and the few teeth that where loged in them.There was a knock on my door as i grabed the axe from my side and walked twords it.No one was there..."damn teenagers" i said under my breath as i took a bite of left over cake from my eighteeth birthday.......ispent it alone...........to months of killing and i havnt seen any other murder other then slender who ocasinly visits for tea, im still confused how he drinks it though.
i grew iritent of lonely ness but i felt a urge to kill at the same time.pulling on the balck hoodie i had stored in the closet and shoving my mask into my back pocket i went for a .walk".
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Woodsmen's Call
HorrorFallow Wolf also known to me as Big Bad wolf as hes introduce to the mentally ill world of murder by slender and see how it grows upon him as if moss on a stone or blood on a axe and he bears his teeth to the unknownen