Read my previous Slenderman fic "In the Dark of the Night" if you want to see what they mean by 'first met'.
This is something that bullied its way into my mind the other day, and I just went and started typing.
Soo.. enjoy I guess. :3
Slenderman, Slenderman,
Face as white as the fresh snow,
Slenderman, Slenderman,
The one everyone should know.
Slenderman, Slenderman,
He has no face and has no eye,
Slenderman, Slenderman,
You most certainly will die.
The twenty year old hummed the tune as she walked through the forest. Autumn was a welcome scent that flew through the air with the breeze, carrying its natural music with it. The dirt path crunched with fallen leaves, dry as bones under her shoes. Though she could hear, smell, and touch all the signs of fall around her, she could not gaze upon the bright red and yellow leaves or where the path twisted and turned.
A simple strip of black cloth covered her eyes and tied at the back of her head, leaving a nice length of it to drop to the middle of her back. An accident a year before had left her blind. At first, she was upset, then the doctor told her a week later that her eyes would heal, but not for some time and she might never see as well as she used to. This didn't bother her after a week or so since she was able to adapt to the blindness so easily.
It was also at this point she completely discarded her regular t-shirt and blue jeans look, and went to one she hadn't used in quite some time. She wore a black shirt with semi-long sleeves. The material could glide through water without soaking it up so fast. Accompanying it were skin-tight black shorts that went to her knees attached to two waist-wide pieces of cloth, shin length, with a gold border that covered her front and her rear. In her hand was a dark sheath that tapped on the ground in front of her, making it look as though she were truly blind.
Her goal at the moment was to reach the town on the other side of the forest to see some old friends. There was no one of relation or association where she lived, and so she walked in the woods as she had done when she was little. It was a place of peace for her, a moment to think and reflect on her life.
A twig snapped, and she immediately stopped to listen. The birds were no longer chirping, and the squirrels had stopped skittering. One ear had flicked in the direction of the snap, and waited to hear movement. A minute passed then two, then five. Not completely buying the disappearing act, she walked slower, more deliberately, and listened for any more noises to cross her ears.
A cool breeze brushed through the forest, bringing with it more leaves that battered her face and fell away. She ignored them and continued walking until an ice cold barrier of air made her stop short. An ominous, almost silent, noise that was similar to breathing was less than a meter away from where she was standing.
She put the sheath on her back, tightening the leather strip securely, and leveled her head. Her breathing had not changed pace and neither did her fear rise.
"A young woman singing a small tune while walking in the woods, near dusk, and so very alone; that's hardly safe, especially for someone who's blind," the being said, stretching the word blind as if in disbelief.
"I am not afraid of the forest," she answered evenly. "I would think you would have moved on by now."
"Where's the fun in that," he asked, looming over her now. "There's still plenty to hunt around here, and once in a while, the prey comes to me." If the being had a mouth, it'd be giving an evil grin.
"And what fun is that," she countered. "What happened to enjoying the thrill of the hunt?"
"That usually comes after, but you're being quite the killjoy, young lady."
"If that is a threat, I'm afraid you've waited several years too long to use it. Of course, you probably knew that by now."
"Yes," the faceless person leaned back and relaxed his shoulders slightly. "Your mind is cluttered with much of your past. It also lets me call your bluff. You're not as weak and helpless as I thought you would be in this state." A mental brick wall came to his attention, and he could not find a way past it, despite his abilities.
"Indeed not," the girl replied. "Nor am I willing to go that far back."
"You dare defy me?"
"I dare to defend my mind."
Silence followed her words.
"What's the matter," she asked seriously. "No one has done anything but run from you and scream before?"
"Apart from you, none that I care to remember."
"Well, are you going to kill me or treat me like another lamb to slaughter?"
Though he had intended to at first, the faceless being just couldn't kill her. "It's been a while since I've had good conversation, and you are one that's not like the others. Of course, I have known this since we first met. You remember that, yes?"
She nodded and answered, "You stalked me before then as well, didn't you? You wouldn't have let me go otherwise."
"Did your internet tell you that?"
"My common sense did, thank you. An alleged serial killer that is centuries old and quite capable of cleaning up the scene just allows not one, but two easy targets go? That's highly unlikely in my book, Mr. Slenderman." She heard the shuffling of his arms crossing his chest.
"How is it you, a human can make me feel angry and yet not want to kill you?"
"Special talent I guess," she grinned.
He gave a deep growling "hmm" and stepped aside, allowing her to continue walking the path. He fell in step next to her and asked, "How is it you can be so controlled? Even when you first saw me, I could see the fear so strong in your eyes, and yet you brushed it away easily."
"I have seen much in my time," she answered. "To you, I may be nothing more than a child still. To those that know of my past… well, as I said, I'm not ready to revisit that so soon. You, a demon, spirit, whatever you are, you're… well you kill people for reasons only really known to you. What can I really say about that?"
"I suppose there's nothing to say about it. Though, you must have killed before if you speak of it so openly without distaste."
"I'm not proud of most of them. I was forced to kill people I considered family," she looked away and wasn't paying attention to her feet long enough for them to trip over a large tree root. She caught herself in time and tried to walk it off; her face was bright red by then.
At her words, any normal person would have said "I'm sorry" or shown some other kind of sympathy. Slenderman was no normal person however. "Why did you kill them then?"
"Orders. Mostly self-defense though. None of them would believe me when I explained what happened."
"And these," he tugged lightly on the left sleeve of her shirt. "Are they your battle uniform or something?"
"It's similar to what I wore when I was with my adopted family. Before the whole mess happened, and for some time after."
"Are you lying to me, little Kira," Slenderman asked, his voice a bit edgy.
"Excuse me?"
"I have kept an eye on you since you were a toddler. Not one thing you have told me makes sense or seems possible in the least."
"You know I'm a terrible liar."
He knew this was true. If she tried to tell even the tiniest lie, she would break down into giggles or be giving a wide smile within seconds. Still, what she was telling him just wasn't possible; unless he had mistakenly followed the wrong person throughout the years... Never! He'd have rather died before letting such a huge mistake slip past him and then make it known to one of his targets. Something was wrong here that he couldn't piece together. That bugged him.
Slenderman was about to ask another question when he saw the trees beginning to thin out. "It seems you are nearly at your destination. I can go no further than this in plain daylight, even near dusk, as you know."
"I'll be fine from here, thank you." She took a couple steps before turning back to him. "Just one more question; are we friends?"
"Most certainly not," he said firmly, straightening his tie.
"Alright then, not-friend. See you around." She smiled at him and continued walking to her friend's place.
"Humans," Slenderman shuddered and walked back to his home deep in the forest.
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I'm also still taking suggestions on plot & senarios for the story; this is brand new after all. :P
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