It was doomsday.My nightmare. I couldn't allow this to happen. Yet it did. The walls were lined with blood. I saw Thunder's room, and Puff's. They were right next to each other. I saw Slenderman gripping a small girl. I knew that wasn't going to happen. Just as he was about to tear her apart, I leapt onto him. With knife in hand, I tried to slash at his "Face" and instead went right into the chest. I just singlehandedly killed myself. His essence started to pull me in, and the world around me was disapeering. I shut my eyes, flailing my knife, and heard a squish, and a scream. I was flung out of him, and banged my head on a fire extinquisher, heard a crash, and myself slipping, as if pulled. I WAS pulled. NO. NOT HIM. It was a beast. Silent as Slenderman, and animal instincts. Even worse, I was responsible for it's creation. I looked down and saw to empty eye sockets staring back. I was being dragged off the building. Just then, I heard a twang. It was a stray arrow. It lost his grip and tumbled down the building. I was getting used to the surroundings. I got my grip on something. Something wet. The morning sun shone throw it, and I barfed. It was sick. This monster. I wanted to kill it. No, that would be to easy. TORTURE it. That'd be better. And me? Forget that. If I die in the process, I'd be able to be in someone else.
What the frack was I thinking? I needed to concentrate on him. I leaped up. I saw a pool of blood at my feet. I ran. and having the element of surprise, I managed to stab him in the back. I jumped and rolled into the hallway, before noticing Puff and Thunder were already gone. Fighting. I turned the corner and saw them fighting a hallowed: A person controlled by the Slenderman, very little of them left, filled by HIS will. "All right guys, it appears things aren't as rosy as they were last year huh, hah?"
(Trying to stop being a Mary Sue, so sorry if I'm not that good at writing normally without being a Chuck Norris)
(This story's darker than you can imagine guys. Sadly, no more humor. |