Slender

Chapter 7

This entire chapter is going to be in 3rd Person view. Hope you enjoy.

~Five Years Ago~

"Only if someone could have saved you." A very tall man speaks aloud to the lifeless body that laid before him. He idles at the puddle of blood creating around the body. Bending over he retrieves the six pages out of the dead boy's hand. "And you were so close too..." He mumbles, disappointed looking through to see what pages he had managed to get. He looks down at the boy once more whose eyes were just barely open before teleporting away. Even if you do get all the pages you still don't win the game. After placing back each page on a random tree in the forest he oddly starts to feel a strike of homesickness. The only feeling he currently knew of. For when Slenderman was not Slenderman at all but, a "human"; The very first forest he ever entered was always his favorite. Even now being who he is and what he's become he still finds this forest the most comforting. For every forest belongs to Slenderman but, only one is his home.

It's been two years since he's visited this forest. Those woods whose trees always spoke such soft words to him. He wants to hear these words once again. He hopes he has enough energy to teleport the distance he needs to get there. Luckily he did and unlike his previous dark setting it was day time here.

Indeed this forest was definitely still his favorite one. At night, the moon's light shines through the leaves far more beautifully than anything he has laid eyes on. Only if he had eyes... yet, even without a face he could still see, hear and smell very clearly. And to this day he still tries to remember... what color his eye's were. A deep brown like the trunk of a thousand year old tree? A dark blue like the sky at night? Or perhaps a green like the leaves that grow off the branches above him? Snapping out of his ridiculous thoughts he slowly realizes something different. There was a trail below him. That's when he felt it, two adults and a child were in his forest. "This visit is not going to last long." He thought to himself teleporting up the path. But, when he came to he could not believe what he saw. For a two story house had been built in the middle of his woods.

Hiding within the trees he watched the house attentively. "So this is what happens when you leave home for a little too long." Only if he had come back earlier than he could have scared them off before they even started building. With each moment that passed in the forest his anger grew. Not wanting to waste anymore time he teleports into house. Standing in empty hallway he senses the same child he felt earlier. Walking into what it seemed to be a bedroom he saw her. Lying on a large bed was a twelve or thirteen year old girl. Earphones plugged into her ears, she laid silently with her eyes shut. Yet, seeing her surprised him more than the house itself.

Because... she looked just like the smudged reflection of someone he used to know. Within all the chaos he had experienced as a young teen there was a single girl he had admired. Was it her? He thought. No, that would be impossible, for that was a hundred years ago. Taking a step back he was shocked by the preciseness. Her face was almost exact as the one he had loved. And her hair as well, for he never thought he'd see that dark rouge ever again. Taking another step back he teleports away. Standing deep in the forest he looks down at his pale hands as if he didn't recognize them. This was so unlike him. Letting such feelings take hold of his actions.

A whole year passed but he couldn't ever bring himself to harm her, even though he knew very well that it was not the same girl. He felt himself becoming more and more attached to the girl which ironically made him angry with himself. For whenever he was away from her, he would feel disgusted at the thought of her yet, every time he saw her all those thoughts and feelings would vanish. And to top it off he couldn't stop coming to visit even if he tried, seeing her face brang him actual joy which slowly became an addictive drug to him. So, for the first year of Slenderman knowing of their existence he'd just watch her enjoy life the way she did, which was paint. It was interesting for him because she never became bored and she never ran out of ideas. But she was smart and very aware of her surroundings. He could never stay in the same room with her for very long because she'd always look around curiously constantly noticing his presence.

But sadly the world is not perfect. For almost every night her parents would fight. This made him furious with the parents, mainly for the girl. He didn't like watching her cry or even be sad, it made him feel weird... perhaps... was this empathy he was feeling? He didn't know he still had such an emotion within him. He thought he had buried it away long ago yet, seeing her so upset has made it creep back out. He thought of killing the parents many times but, he knew very well this would only cause her more pain.

He didn't want to see her upset, he didn't want to see her hurt and he didn't want to kill her. As his feelings grew inside him so did the anger and hate. He became more aware each day that he couldn't keep this up. Just as much as he didn't want to harm her, he also wanted these emotions to leave. For the last time he stares up at the lit window to Blaye's room. "If I could just bring myself to kill her, all these feelings would go away." But, he knows these thoughts would not prevail. For the very last time he teleports away making sure not to come back.

~Four Years Later (Chapter 1)~

Slenderman stares down at the girl before him, only to truly realize what he had done. He meant to scare her out of the forest but, now that he's caused her pain... "...Leave you alone...?" She starts. "LEAVE YOU ALONE?! LEAVE ME ALONE! Leave... Leave me alone..." Now she's crying. Did he really mean to scare her? Feeling a stab of regret he teleports out of sight as she gets up and limps towards a tree. From afar he watches her as she slumps down against the tree and oddly enough, slowly starts to fall asleep. Approaching her he looks down to see that her hands were scratched and bleeding. The regret aches within him. Taking off his jacket he lays it onto the girl. She gave up far too soon than he expected; does she not care for her life enough to even hide?

Examining the girl a sudden realization comes to him. He could kill her right now if he wanted to. Four years of trying to forget and she has to come in here and make him remember. But he doesn't remember completely. He could kill her now, before anymore memory's of her come back. He could kill her now, before he falls for her all over again.