Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 10 Ⓧ

Chilly air waved over Night's unconscious figure. Her chest rose and fell peacefully, her face also showing the same tranquil. Her body begins to stir about the dark wooden planks below her. As she rolled to her side, her face flinches at the sudden cold to her cheek as it touches the ground. Her consciousness rouses and she blinks her eyes open. Eyes dull, she scans her surroundings, immediately feeling a wave of confusion. Everything was dark and she couldn't make anything out. She lets out a groan as she slowly sits up, her muscles aching in protest. She raises her hands, watching as they trembled. The reason was unknown to her in which they were shaking, but she had a slight idea.

She popped her neck left and right, earning the satisfying sounds that followed. She let out a heavier sigh and stretched her legs out. The room was starting to seem lighter, her eyes getting adjusted. She was beginning to make out the walls; the room was smaller than she thought it might be. There were no windows and only one door, which was straight across from where she was sitting. She took a sharp breath in and stood up quickly, her head beginning to spin. Ugh, I stood up too fast... She growled in her thoughts as he body began leaning to the left. She felt herself falling towards the floor, when something suddenly kept her in midair. She grumbled no exact words in confusion and looked to the pressure on her waist. It was a pale hand, standing out incredibly against her black hoodie.

"Thanks..." She mutters, her throat feeling uncomfortably dry. She regains her balance and stands straight on her feet. She brings her hands to her head, placing her palms against her temples. She still felt a tad dizzy, scrunching her eyes shut in attempt to dispel the feeling. As the wooziness fades away, she lets her hands fall back down to her side, opening her eyes up slowly. Her thoughts seem distant as she tries to recall where she might be, eyeing the door a little ways in front of her. She groggily turns around to face the person who had helped her, hoping it might be someone she recognized. I haven't been able to recognize anyone, really, if I think about it... She thinks, remembering the fact that she had lost her memory apparently and couldn't recollect memories of anyone.

At first she feels nothing as her eyes study the person she is now facing, but then that nothing turned to heavy concern. She recognized this person. This was... "You..." She gulps, taking a step back. "You're that guy... who was in my head... Jax." As she said his name, her body began to shake. Jax smirks and begins to laugh softly. Night frowns slightly; this laugh was different from his other laughs. "Ah, yes..." He begins, his voice sounding low. "In your head. That's a funny thing... when things are in your head. It's torture, really... Absolute torture." To begin with, his voice sounded almost sad, but towards the end it became shaky and full of malice. Though Night couldn't remember much of how her life was before her memories left her, she did remember that she was excellent at reading people. She watched Jax carefully, wishing she could see the expression in his eyes...

Immediately, she took that back. She did not want to see his eyes. Her heart began to speed up as she reminded herself of what she had seen behind those shades. Right now, she was more than thankful that they were back to be covering those eyes. Jax snickered, causing Night to flinch and step back a couple more times. He took note of this, smirking and lifting his head. "Scared?" He questioned, staring at Night as her body quivered. "Sorry, I was just thinking how interesting your face looked. You were in deep thought, I could tell. That must have been your thinking face." He laughed, his voice sounding so inexplicably soothing. My thinking face...? She narrowed her eyes as she gazed at Jax. He hadn't moved at all. He must not be able to read my mind right now. Wait, I think I get it... She stood straight, tensing her muscles to keep her body from shivering constantly. Clearing her throat, she gave Jax a serious look.

Jax noticed the change in her expression, his curiosity now piqued. "You can only read people's minds when you're in there head... or at least when you're looking into their eyes with your own." She states, her confidence in her theory unwavering. Jax stared at her with a blank face, replacing it soon with a small smile. The room was filled with silence, Night growing impatient with Jax not responding to what she had said. "I'm right, aren't I?" She prompted, her brow furrowing. Jax let out a sigh as his hands disappeared into the pockets of his midnight turquoise hoodie. "I'd say so. That seems about right." He affirms, tilting his head as he noticeably stared off to his right. Night grinned in triumph, for her observation skills and thought processing was still as sharp as ever. "Don't get so proud about it. What if I'm lying? What if I only said that to catch you off guard?" Jax asked calmly, catching Night off guard. Her body recoiled at the thought. What if he really was doing just that?