A/N: Okay so I've had this idea for sometime now and I've decided to go ahead. I have a kinda plot down, which will involve some O.C. creatures and whatnot... I will try and keep our beloved murderer as IC as I can... considering much of Slendy is speculation. I'm not sure if this will develop into some demented twisted possessive romance or what but eh... I'll see how it goes... as per usual feel free to drop a comment or message if you have an idea :) I have the first two or three chapters kinda plotted but yah... anywho lets begin!
~Prologue~
It started for Evan Myers as an ordinary night in an ordinary town. One that wasn't so large as to be unnavigable, but large enough that you could go without knowing more then a quarter of the populace on average. Then again Evan was hardly what most would call 'average'.
She was a young mother, hardly twenty-one and her child nearly a year old. The child had been an accident, but Evan couldn't bear to give it up. In the end the father left, not that she cared (or at least she pretended not to) her friends drifted apart and even her parents, who were strictly Muslim, disowned her. Alone, barely scraping by, Evans was distraught, but as long as she had that little infant she knew everything would be ok. Even though the income assistance was barely enough to survive, as long as her child was there she could still find reason to smile. Everything would be alright. If only that were true.
It was about eight or nine, but living in Canada in the fall meant it was already dark out as Evan pushed the stroller down the street. The stars above made the young woman smile. While she would rather have been inside long ago, she needed to make money. That meant doing a few less... legal things when desperate, such as going to help a 'friend' smuggle tabbaco to another friend. Nobody ever stopped a mother and child afterall, and Income Assistance wasn't giving her the full amount, meaning she was desperate. But that was done now, and she was looking forward to going to bed.
"h...he...lp..."
Evan paused. The weak, pleading croak had sounded so desperate from the alley to her left. "Hello?" she called tentatively. Silence... and then..
"h... help... p...please..."
Worry etched into the womans brow. The community was a friendly one, and it was almost never that something really bad happened here. Perhaps for this reason Evans trusted the voice, hastening down the alley. A mound lay curled at the end and she stopped. "Sir?" she called tentatively. No reply. She locked the wheels of the stroller and crept closer, calling again. She kneeled by the form, then cautiously turned it over.
A strangled gasp left her lips and she immediately gagged.
A long jagged line stretched across the mans throat in a deep gash reaching from ear to ear. The wound was fresh, giving a disturbing splurch of blood as it was disturbed. The smell alone left Evans reeling.
A sudden cry startled her and she spun, heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. A man stood, blood staining his hands heavily as he cradled her infant with a sickening imitation of love. "Help~ oh h.. help~" His scritch scratch voice chimed in a mocking mirror of the dying mans pleas as her child fussed. "Stupid fuck shoulda just given me the damn money. But your not that stupid, right bitch?" Yellow teeth flashed as he shot her a leering grin.
""P- please... please I'll do anything just please." she reached her arms out as the child began to bawl. "Please j- just let me comfort her..." She begged weakly, pleading and trying to convince him. He might have refused, but the childs shrieks brought a risk of alerting neighbors. Evans took a moment to calm and cradle her daughter until she was certain the child would remain still. Suddenly her leg lashed out, connecting with the mans jewels. He cursed and folded with a grunt. Evans was gone before he hit the ground.
She wasn't stupid. There was no way he was going to let her live. So she ran. She wasn't sure where to. Only that she needed to keep moving, to protect her child. Tears blurred her vision until she wasn't sure which way was which. The ground became uneven and she barely had time to notice before she tripped. Her body curled midfall to protect her child. A snap filled the air as she landed and a cry tore from her lips.
Pain throbbed furiously from her elbow. No doubt it was broken. Her breathing was ragged as she desperately tried ro suck air into her burning lungs. Weakly she sat up and leaned against a tree. A forest. Somehow she was in the middle of one, but how she got here was a mystery. Her child!
Her eyes fell upon the whimpering bundle and she was relieved to find her daughter dirty but unharmed. "Its okay" Evan soothed the child with a weak smile. A snap caught her attention and she glanced up, her smile dropping.
He had caught up, and by his expression he was obviously pissed. "Oh its nor okay. Not okay at all..." he snarled. Evans knew this was it. She had failed. Her eyes squeezed shut and she waited.
A tearing sound, a terrible scream. Evans eyes shot open. The sight shocked her to her core.
Long black tendrils held her attacker in the air, ripping him limb from limb. The mans screams faded to pitiful whimpering, then silence as he was thrown, limbless, into a jagged protruding branch. From the side of her vision a figure stepped, the tendrils curling closer to its form.
He was tall. Very tall. Nearly ten feet at least. And very slim. His arms reached far longer then normal, fingers nearly brushing the ground. The tendrils seeped from his back, and for a curious creature as he was, he was certainly well dressed.
But that wasn't the most startling feature. No.. it was his face. Rather.. his lack of face. He had the basic shape, A nose, bumps and such, but not a singlr hair, no eyes... and his skin the color of chalk. Evans was frozen, terrified. Suddenly the blank face turned sharply, and despite his lack of eyes she knew he was looking at her.
Her vision blurred and a heavy ringing filled her ears, coupled with a loud buzzing. Suddenly there was a yank and her child was torn from her arms. "No!" Evans cry was strangled and hoarse, but with enough anger to break free. The sudden fury and desperation was enough to give her some vision and strength back, and despite the churning of her stomach she pushed to a stumbling stand, reaching for her child where it now lay in the monsters arms. She knew. Could see by the way he held the child. He planned terrible things. "Please! Please I'll give you anything!"
The man paused and spared her a surprised glance, perhaps taken aback by her sudden strength. He rubbed his chin in thought. Suddenly his mouth, no more then a tear in the flesh and empty darkness, opened, and he spoke. "You... for her..." His voice was so unfitting, a smooth handsome gentleman's voice lost in a sea of static. Actually, it was very fitting.
Her shoulders dropped. If she traded her life... who would care for her daughter? "Swear it..." Her face dropped and hair fell over her eyes. "Swear on the one thing your black heart holds most dear that you will never harm her!"
The man studied her. How entertaining. Such fight. "I swear on this..." His hand made a sweeping gesture. "On the very forest that sources my power, on the symbol I claim that marks this on every border, I swear." Evan studied him briefly, judging the sincerity and weight of his words. Numbly, she dropped her head.
When she raised it again, he was gone. Where...?
A sudden tap on her shoulder nearly caused her to jump out of her skin. The man stood empty handed at her shoulder, an amused smirk on his featureless facade. "My child..?" she began. "Blanchard Orphanage" he cut her off, and she nodded weakly. It wasn't like she had family.
"Now then.." The tall man clapped his hands in a surprisingly chipper manner. "Lets play a game." Before Evans could question what game, he was gone. Where he had stood now remained only a dirty sheet of paper, taped to a tree and upon which was etched a crude image of a tall figure amongst the pines.
As her trembling hands ripped the page from its post, the static swarmed her vision and hearing. Again a voice pressed against her senses. "Find all eight.."
She knew that, even if she found this last page, she would still die. But.. he had given her his word, swore heavily and even left her daughter in a safe location. It was little consolation, but she would return this deed of his. She would play his game. And she would play it well. Even as her feet propelled her into the dense woods and fear gripped her heart, she prayed. Prayed for her child.
