The hospital was silent. The hum of machines and the faint clicking of shoes on the tiled floors had faded away and left the man alone. The graying, old man laid in the bed, the heartbeat monitor set on its lowest setting. The steady beeping didn't register in his mind. His crinkled brow was pulled together, his weather-worn hands lying parallel to each other on top of his withering abdomen. From his chest came a steady, ragged wheezing and his eyes were glued to the window that over-looked the small city, and past it, the woods.
A wry smile lifted his face and a low rumbling drawl erupted from his throat.
"I know You're out there.. Demon… It must kill You.. to know that I.. will die, not by Your hands…"
Thunder stormed across the sky and shook the window, a tree branch snapping against the glass. The man laughed heartily, slight wheezing accenting the humorous sound.
"If I didn't.. know any better.. I'd say You were.. throwing a tantrum…"
The lights flickered in the room and the tv turned on to static. The man's face grew more serious, his eyes glancing at the tv before returning to the city view.
"Rage all You like… There will be another…"
The tv abruptly shut off and the air, which had grown tense throughout the short conversation, diffused with an almost audible sigh. A smile returned to the man's face and he relaxed, eyes finally closing.
He watched. Disguised as He was, the man knew He was there. So He watched. He watched the man struggle to breathe, the same man who had relentlessly chased Him for miles. He watched the man tremble as he took the nurse's hand, the same hands who had held a gun steady at His head. He watched words be whispered through cracked lips that had seen their fair share of bloody days.
The sun was high in the sky before He saw the man breathe his last. His enemy, finally gone, but only to be replaced by another. A successor. But who?
A frown marred His face, knowing the lengths the man went through to hide his family from Him. He knew nothing about this man except what was exchanged on the battlefield.
'Clever human. You are as troublesome in death as you were in life. However, all your efforts will be in vain. I will find your successor. I will kill them, as I will eradicate your kin.'
A cold wind swept through the city, carrying ill-will with it as it traveled.
"He's what?"
"I'm so sorry ma'am. He didn't want us to tell you anything until after he died."
"No, no. I.. I understand... Bobby was always a strange one... Thank you for finding us."
"If it's of no offense, I find it.. ah, strange.. that Mr. Dolbo wouldn't tell his family of his whereabouts."
The woman clutching the phone to her ear sighed. "That's Bobby for you..."
"Oh.. well... Again, I'm sorry for your loss. You should be getting more phone calls soon."
"Thank you."
"Um... There is one thing he wanted me to tell you directly."
"What is it?"
"He said, 'Give the shed to my girl.' What does that mean?"
"Oh that... It's nothing. Thank you for telling me that. Have a good day."
Before the nurse could respond, the woman hung up and hung her head in her hands. Lana Gretin cried for the loss of her brother. After a few moments, she picked up the phone and dialed with shaking hands, holding the ringing phone up to her ear as she tried to stuff back sniffles and sobs. A young woman answered the phone with a "Hey, Ma" before being interrupted by her mother's sob storm.
Slender Man/Slenderman is a mythos I've been caught up in for a while. I started the think up story ideas but none of them worked. Until I started this one. This is just the prologue so the format will be different than the rest of the story. I'll be posting the first "official" chapter later today/ASAP. Enjoy and tell me what you think :)