"Michi!" What are you doing later tonight?" walking off the school grounds, I heard a vacant male voice somewhere behind me. Turning around I looked over one of the high school's most notorious Pot-heads. Jaksmon. This was the first and last line of forever but at the time I had no idea.
"Well uhm... I have homework to do… also I think I'd somehow make the whole thing lame." I laughed. Personally I would have considered it more but with the kind of family I have, attending a party or even being able to ask was impossible. I'm not being angst teen; I'm not really being a teen at all. Never once have I acted my age. I've always had to act older, mature. Reality punched me in the face and other things stomped on my hopes when I was at a very young age. And that developed me into the bitter, introvert I am today.
"Oh well then... heres the location of the party if you change your mind. And if you wanna bring something bring prescription pills." After handing me a torn scrap of paper with somewhat legible directions on it he winked and tottered away. I sighed as I ran a hand through my lengthy dark silver hair. Sighing I shoved the paper deep into the pockets of my black pants. A slight breeze blew into my back and guided my hair and my oversized shirt forward pushing me home. Exhaling I began the walk.
: slenderman :
"P-p-please no d-don't. I have friends and f-family. Don't kill me." The younger teenage girl chocked out between wet bloody coughs. I made the mistake of assuming that once you slice a human up a bit they'd finally stop wishing for the impossible.
My sssweet darling, you should know by now. Every word you utter with my allowing it iss my ticket to breaking another part of your body…
With that I effortlessly move one of her bloody now fingerless nubs that protected her gut spilling stomach, and I slowly began to pull her slippery soft insides and the other contents of her stomach out.
Vomiting more blood the young one cried in pain. Her eyes then flashed to the mutilated pile of flesh and limbs that was once her lover whom she had snuck out of school with to have sex with. With agonized brown teary eyes, she whispered, "Please just kill me…"
I inwardly rejoiced at the sound of her defeat. Lowering my head as though I were speaking with a physical mouth I responded into her mind," With pleasssure."
I then began to feverishly rip and tear away at her bloody insides. I shredded her body saving her head for last. I picked it up from the fleshy mass and set it next to her lover's head. His I had also salvaged. I stalked amongst the trees until I sensed and opening. I then saw him. A tall skinny pale teenage boy dressed in black with peculiar long dark shining silver hair that flowed down his back. He then ran a hand through his hair. And almost on cue, a breeze blew the united strands around him. The young one was so very fictional. Immediately I thought of many possible scenarios for him... my next victim…
END CHAP 1
