Can't Say

Chapter 41

      The mission was just like last time, except Jeff, nor any of the other residents had joined your group. It was a mission strictly for Slenderman and his four Proxies. The reason being was simply because there would be no surviving humans during this mission, and you, yourself, were tasked with harvesting both kidneys from each human that your team encountered - with exceptions. If the human was sickly-looking, don't bother with their kidneys; just kill them. If you kill a healthy-looking human and find that their kidneys look malformed, don't bother with them. Simple enough, really. The only thing you had a problem with was the slaughter of humans who were not your enemy.
      Killing the humans who were using the disruptor device against your master made sense. They were a threat to you and Slenderman. Now that said humans were eradicated, things felt wrong.
      Slenderman seemed exasperated by your merciful intentions, trying to reason that Eyeless Jack would have gotten to them eventually. What Slenderman didn't tell you was that Jack typically left his victims alive with one of their kidneys. Still, you knew that from little discussions with your brothers. Other than that, the only argument that your master could get through your stubborn head was the fact that humans were the enemy, no matter what. You were a part of the Creepypasta world; hell, you were a Creepypasta now. Humans would always see you as a threat.
      At first, you reluctantly slaughtered terrified humans who could barely fight back. After two houses, however, your state of mind changed to that of joy. The predator in you thrived on the stimulation of hunting. You began to play with your prey, testing your new body and its abilities. You experimented with your venom; injection, ingestion, epidermal exposure, effects to the eyes - whatever you could think of. Harvesting their kidneys also gave you a great opportunity to see how quickly internal organs would be damaged after ingestion or injection. The results: ingestion all but melted most of the immediate internal organs, and injection completely shredded the veins and surrounding tissues in no more than three minutes. Depending on the point of injection, the kidneys wouldn't be affected or contaminated before the victim died.
      There were a couple times that you wished you could use your venom from a distance. Then, you recalled an interesting fact about the use of poison dart frogs. You decided to spread a slimy coat of your venom over several of your blades, then waited for the next opportunity.
      Slenderman didn't bother to be inconspicuous about the entire ordeal; rather than scattering affected houses throughout cities or countries, he picked a decent, low security neighborhood, and began the silent rampage. One by one, humans were picked off. Each time Masky, Hoodie, and Toby filled their looting bags, Slenderman brought them back to the mansion to unload, then returned for more. You had a huge, 50-gallon ice chest that remained in the kitchen of each house. Thanks to kidneys being relatively small, you didn't need repeated trips back home. 
      When there were several people in one house, usually asleep by now, Slenderman ensured their silence with his induced Slender-sickness. By the time the humans woke with discomfort, they were unconscious all over again. If the house was occupied by one or two humans, he let you have your fun, so long as things didn't get out of hand. You were quick to take control of the situation, though.
      Finally, an opportunity to try your poisoned blade idea arose. One of the humans pulled a gun from their night stand, the other made a run for it. While the first clumsily loaded the gun, you brandished a laced knife and flung it at the second human. It didn't stick, but skin was broken, and that's all you needed. Then, before the gun could be aimed, you charged at the first human. Immediately, you sunk your fangs into his arms, rendering them useless. You pulled out a 6-inch knife, one that you favored for quick kills, and plunged it into the man's neck before he could scream too loud. There was no time to waste, however; the other human was still out of sight, and you needed to ensure its death.
      The dark hall was no hindrance to you, thanks to your Proxy vision doubly enhanced by the changes in your body. Your hearing was the same, to some disappointment, but that didn't stop you from detecting the still-living human's muffled and nauseated sobs from downstairs. You found her in a closet, gripping her cellphone so tight that it was sure to implode any moment. The device was dead; Slenderman's doing. The woman begged you for mercy through tears and sickness. Even if you wanted to show her mercy, which you didn't, the venom had already taken hold. You watched the woman choke in confused pain. She reached out for you, exchanging the phone for your ankle. Not once did her pleading gaze waver. By this point, her throat had swollen shut, and the clotted blood caused a stroke. She collapsed at your feet, a twitching mess of tears, drool, and piss. You carved out her kidneys first, then returned for the man's soon after.
      When you regrouped with the others in the kitchen, Slenderman acknowledged you first, of course. "You'll have to improve your aim, if you want to continue throwing poisoned daggers," his otherwise eloquent voice was laced with a gibing tone.
      "Ewww," Hoodie threw in his two cents on the matter, all the while emptying the cabinet in front of him. "You lick your blades like Jeff? What a weirdo." Masky and Toby snickered in the background.
      You dumped the four new kidneys into the ice chest, quickly closing it so not to release too much cold air. "Would you rather I learn to spit far? I don't think that came with the package."
      "Just teasing, gawd," Hoodie didn't bother to glance in your direction. You could hear the smirk in his voice, though.
      Choosing to let things go, you changed the subject to another matter that you were concerned with. "How many more of these do I need to get," you whined at your master. "I don't remember eating this many."
      Slenderman tilted his head to one side, seeming to ponder over his unmade decision. "Unfortunately, the kitchen at home will be filled to the brim with so many supplies that we've already accumulated. I suppose this will have to do, for now. Once there's room again, we'll have another hunt.
      "But yes, you did ravage Eyeless Jack's entire supply. It's fascinating how quickly you can digest after suffering a coma for a few days." Your master straightened up, "Finish scavenging, then we'll leave for the night."
      All four of his Proxies cleared the house, taking anything and everything that they could fit in their bags. After some amount of time, everyone gathered around the ice chest, where Slenderman extended a tendril for each passenger. Upon contact, you were back at the mansion; the kitchen, to be exact.
      The mound of foods and supplies nearly reached your stature. Your brothers had been busy, no doubt. Eyeless Jack approached Slenderman, who politely gestured to the ice chest. Jack opened it up, looked over the stash, then closed it. He didn't say a word. Instead, he grabbed a handle of the large tote and began dragging it out of the kitchen, most likely to his bedroom. There, he would be able to hide his new kidneys in the mini-fridge that Slenderman had delivered amid all the house raiding. 
      You and your Proxy brethren were left to the task of putting away all of the food and supplies. Slenderman didn't bother to stick around and help. The cold goods were the first to be stored, for obvious reasons. Then there were the dry and canned goods, followed by whatever else had be scavenged. The entire ordeal took a few hours, which by all means, were filled with sibling-type bickering and teasing. It all ended with a pleasant round of Little Debbie's snack cakes and alcohol.
      While the men were familiar with their alcohol limits, you were not. You tried to keep up, assuring yourself that if they could handle it, then so should you. Maybe Proxies had a higher tolerance than humans. Maybe your new body gave you a higher tolerance than them. Only one way to find out, right?
      Well, it turned out that you were wrong on every level of that aspect.
      The third shot of liquor had you feeling pretty darn good; muscles relaxed, the weight of the world melting off of your shoulders. The stories that Masky, Hoodie, and Toby shared about past missions had you laughing much harder than before. The fifth shot was where the drunkenness set in. Sitting up was nothing short of balancing on one of those exercise balls, but it was gently moving on its own. Your laughs were sloppy and far off key to your sober ones. The men found it amusing, at first, but then you nonchalantly mentioned how funny it would be if Slenderman found them so drunk.
      "Wouldn't it be crazy if he had a mission for us right now?" You fell to one side, laughing at the thought, and could barely hold yourself up with one arm. You didn't notice your fellow Proxies grow pale at the passive reminder: they weren't ever supposed to get drunk. Buzzed, sure; That can wear off quickly, but not drunk.
      The next thing you knew, you were being escorted up the stairs and to the bathroom. Toby, Hoodie, and Masky all worked together to get your confused self to stay quiet as possible while they stripped you down to your tank top and panties. Not once did you notice their embarrassed demeanors; the masks didn't help. They shoved you into the hot shower, making sure you stayed in to hopefully sweat out the alcohol. For a while, you bitched, but gave up and started washing, even over your clothes as though they weren't there. You remembered being pulled out of the shower, dried off, then handed a large glass of cool water. You were forced to chug it all. The last thing you remembered was being escorted from the bathroom and straight to your bedroom. You probably griped and asked lots of questions the whole time, but that was outside of your accessible memory.