Caught At Last
'Its terrifying to know that you can no longer escape the darkness.'
In the last moments of the world as I know it, I honestly wish I could lie and say that I heard an owl hoot ominously up to the moon. Or saw a big black dog eating the bloody remains of his feline prey. Or felt the hairs tingle on the nape of my neck.
I wish I could say that I saw the danger, that I fought until I grew too weak and too tired to fight anymore.
After all, I, of all people, should understand just how easy a simple glance in the Slender Man's direction could turn into stalking, preying, and finally capture.
I, of all people, should have seen just how capable this monster truly was. But I didn't. I honestly didn't. I remember my dying grandmother telling me that all things born out of the darkness were attracted to me, like moths to a flame, she said.
I attract all things dark and terrifying. I attract all things that reek of carnage and death. I attract the unknown, the unknown's unknown, the mother of all things unknown.
Like moths to a flame…I find that very fitting concerning the situation I'm in now. The Slender Man and I had kept this game going on for days.
He would follow me and I would avoid or escape his intimidating presence. He would corner me and I would curl up in a ball and beg for my life, trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to rush into his outstretched arms.
He would follow me, scare me, and make everything I ever knew feel unsafe. He would do all this…and still not kill me.
As days turned into months, the coughing that plagued me grew worse, I started taking unknown pills, consuming them all one by one, I would fall asleep one minute and wake up in a wooded area with a strange haunting mask in my hand. I would feel sick and then feel better.
My strength would greatly increase but I would still feel weak in both mind and soul. My encounters with the Slender Man were turning me into something that he wanted me to be, something human but not entirely human.
Something that I steadily grew to accept and at the same time reject.
And God help me, when the Slender Man's "face" materialized in the shadow of my doorway, my first thought was that he was just as terrifying now as when we first met, and that I still wished I could get up and bolt out the nearest exit…
Then I thought, looking at his tentacles, that I mustn't scream or make any sudden movements. I must protect my parents, my family still sleeping in their room downstairs.
The game between me and him was over.
He was here to collect me and make me his.
He stepped into the room. Raised both of his long arms, the mask in his hands glinting in the moonlight, and with ease placed it on my face.
I swear to you I didn't make a sound…
A/N: This story was bascially about my OC Rosalyn and how she unknowingly attracted the attention of Slendy. He followed her for months while she on the other hand slowly became another Masky. So at the end of the story Slendy finally decides to turn her into one of his minions and places the mask on her face. To protect herself and her family she accepts becoming his servant and giving up on her humanity. So I guess Totheark has a new friend...or partner...I really don't know XD.