What Is Love?

Prolouge

The Slender Man


I gazed down at the small body before me. The child was broken and lifeless at my feet, her wide brown eyes stared up at the sky, seeing nothing. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

I smiled.

I left the girl child and strolled through the woods. The night life would go silent, burrow, and hide as I traveled through their domain. Smart creatures. They knew better than to bother me.

I gave my latest victim no more thought. The human authorities would find her in the morning. She would make the news and there would be chaos as the police began searching for her murderer. My smile got bigger. I rather enjoyed chaos.

They would search for a while and eventually give up, summing it up as another unsolved murder mystery. Oh yes, they would never find the man responsible.

They never had before.

Few people believed I existed, which suited me fine. Even those who did acknowledge my existence had a bit of the legend wrong. The Internet had stretched my image into so many different things, no one REALLY knew who I was anymore - at least no one who lived to record their knowledge.

They said I was a child killer. Well yes, that was true, but I didn't reserve my wrath only for juveniles. They also said that I was faceless. That was only part true...

They knew about my tentacles and my slender walking, a few people even knew that I could turn invisible and heal. What they didn't know, was that I could look just like them.

Human.

I smirked ruefully. Just because I could look like one didn't make me one.

I was the Slender man.