Hello! This is a sister story to Everyone Has a History and uses its characters. To avoid being confused, I'd recommend you read it first!
To the people who have read EHH, this is a continuation of Aris's storyline. While EHH focused more on their past, this will focus on their adventures, and give more insight to Aris's Slenderman form! I hope you guys enjoy! :)
-Kasimyr
I crept silently by the building, following Azen. The building was red and falling apart. It was short and wide, but a whole section of it was ripped off, so it might have been bigger in the past. I had a hard time believing anyone lived here, let alone the fact that we were about to assassinate them. I shivered and thought back to when I had been actually exited about this misson. Had it really only been a few days since I left brother with the Ents?
Azen stopped suddenly, jerking me out of my thoughts. "That window, three seconds." He whispered, glancing back. I nodded. Three seconds later we sprinted silently for the window. Azen waited a few minutes and then peeked into the window. A few moments later the window was open. "You first!" Azen said, smirking. Before I could react, he launched me through the window. I could barely suppress a yelp as I tumbled through the six-foot high window. I landed on the floor hard in what seemed to be a study. I glared at Azen as he lept in nimbly and landed on his feet.
Azen smirked down at me. "Are you planning to stay down there all day?" He whispered. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up. "Remember the plan?" Azen said quietly, watching me. I nodded. The plan was for Azen to sneak up behind the target and "accidentally" make a noise. When the target turned and saw Azen, I was supposed to tackle the target, and then we would make the kill. The target was a blue-haired demon with a dark blue cloak and black underclothes. He was supposedly a traitor to "The Lord of the Demons" a mysterious figure that Azen said was similar to the king of the country I'd lived in, except he ruled the entire world of the demons along with a council. He was the one who gave Azen his occasional mission.
We walked along the wall stealthily, making no noise. We walked into room after room, looking for the target. We finally stumbled upon him in what looked like the kitchen. He was reading a huge leather-bound book that was titled: Torture Techniques using common tools. Azen motioned for me to stay put and snuck to a doorway behind the target. He started sneaking up behind him and "accidentally" scuffed his foot across the ground. The demon whipped around and stood up quickly, drawing a knife. I ran towards him and tackled him to the ground. Before I could smack his head against the ground to stun him, he twisted and my head hit hard against the stone floor. The demon smirked at Azen before jumping out a broken window.
I sat on the floor holding my throbbing head. "I'm sorry Azen, he was stronger than I expected..." Azen sighed and sat next to me. "Its fine. It'd be easier if we could get you to take your form." We had been practicing ever since we had left the Ent's forest, but I just couldn't seem to get it! "I'm trying! I should get it soon, right?" He looked at me. "Yes, you should've gotten it the first say..." His eyes brightened. "It's probably because you have an incredibly powerful form!" He looked at me seriously. "I don't want to push you though, take your time. It'll be a taxing form, probably." I nodded and let go of my still-aching head.
The next night I tried turning over and over into my other form, but it just didn't work! I hit the tree angrily for what seemed to be the fiftieth time. I watched Azen try and track the target using a map and some kind of spell. I sighed and started trying again, concentrating and failing. I thought I was going to go crazy before Azen stopped me with an "Aha!". I looked up. "What is it? Did you track him?" He grinned, "Yes! He's a few miles from here underground. We attack tomorrow night!" I frowned. "Sounds good, do we need a new plan?" He grinned.
Azen's wonderful plan was we do an all-out brutal attack at once. I tried countering with the fact that I knew practically nothing about demon hand-to-hand fighting. He just pinned me to the ground, sat on me, and told me to try and get up. About an hour later I finally got up by poking him in the back with a sharp stick. He just laughed and told me i was good for using my surroundings. Then we started with the hand-to-hand combat. By the morning, I knew I'd be too damn sore to fight. I fell asleep quickly, exhausted.
When I woke up the next night, I was sore just as expected. I groaned and sat up. Azen threw me a soul in a jar and I looked at it doubtfully. "How the hell do you eat these?" He stared at me. "You put it in your mouth and swallow. It's not difficult." I stuck my tongue out at him and examined the soul. It was a bit smaller than the ones I'd seen and a gray color. I opened the jar and put it like I was drinking from it. The soul slipped into my mouth. It tasted like a foggy morning. I swallowed it quickly and threw the jar back to Azen. "That's really weird. I prefer corn and meat myself." He rolled his eyes. "You'll get used to it."
We walked to his underground camp and slipped down a hole. We appeared in a single-room base with the guy who was still reading the same book, a long knife on the table. As soon as he saw us he stood with a knife. We both attacked simultaneously, trying to incapacitate him or slit his throat. What happened was a blur, my first true fight. All I knew was that one minute the target was doing his best to defend, the next he was holding a knife to a half-conscious Azen's throat. "Put the knife down." He said steadily, a smirk plastered to his face.
I glared at him and slowly crouched, putting my knife down. "On the floor." He said, still smirking. I glared at him, shot a glance at Azen, who was slowly being strangled, and then knelt on the floor. He stood up and started trying Azen up. I shut my eyes tightly. This couldn't be happening! There were two of us! I felt him pull me up and tie my hands to a hook on the ceiling. What was up with demons and tying people's hands over their heads? I couldn't help but smile at the similarity among demons.
"What's so funny?" The demon snarled, hitting my head hard with a closed fist. "Nothing" I managed to say, wondering what he was going to do. "I'd better get rid of you two now. Why not use you as practice first?" I stared, confused. What did he mean? My thoughts flashed to the book he'd been reading, and I felt the blood drain from my face. "I see that you know what I mean!" He said cheerfully as he pulled out an awl. He walked over to Azen, who was now wide-awake and spitting curses at him.
As the demon set the awl against Azen's skin I shut my eyes tightly. I just couldn't watch, I just couldn't. I heard Azen's sharp intake of breath as he stared digging it into his skin. I couldn't think. First He'd kill Azen slowly, and then I'd be next. I couldn't think anything except "No! No!". I could heard Azen's pained breath. I wished I could plug my ears. A few minutes later, Azen screamed. I felt like something broke inside of me, and I felt a warmth spreading.
The warmth grew to a painful heat and I started struggling as a shooting pain went through me. What was happening?! Was he burning me? The pain grew more intense as I felt myself growing. A few moments later it was all over. I tried to pull my hands down and the ropes easily broke. The next thing I noticed was the fact that my head was bent, and I was having to partially crouch. Then I noticed the tentacles. They were short and attached to my back, but I somehow knew how to control them already, just like it's instinct to control your arms and legs. I felt them grow out of my back and wait, posed behind me to strike. I tried to smile, but couldn't.
I held my snow-white fingers to my face. No eyes, ears, mouth, or nose. How could I be seeing or hearing like this? I noticed in front of me that my vision was clearer, and I was huge compared to them. I shot my tentacles out at the target, and they hit the wall. Ouch. Maybe I didn't know how to control them after all. The demon smirked. "Aha! You're new!" He lept towards me and stabbed my leg with his knife. I felt nothing, and shot my tentacles at him again. This time, the tentacles sharpened to a spear-like point, and he soon had eight huge holes in his body.
I retracted my tentacles and let his lifeless body slide to the ground. I broke the ropes holding Azen quickly and picked him up. I climbed the ladder quickly. Even though I was monstrously tall, I was incredibly skinny, and fit with ease. I carried Azen to camp with long strides and set him down. I decided to take advantage of the incredibly useful tentacles and bandage Azen's awl cuts with them. After it was done, I tried to go back to my other form. It took a few scary minutes, but I eventually got back to my normal form. I grinned to myself and laid on my bedroll, exhausted. I had finally used my form, and it had been incredible.