AN: Well this is a little longer than I would've hoped it would take me to post so I apologize for that but finals are coming up and the holidays and my grandma in the hospital and blah, blah, blah...no excuses! Here you guys go! The next installment! Enjoy!

Gnawing thoughtfully on a chunk of dried jerky, Kenyon stared at his little camp and decided at once it was time to move on to another area. After the horrific dream he'd had the night before... he couldn't stay. He had to keep moving. He had no clue where the hell he was going, but he had to keep moving.

He shrugged the heavy pack over his slender shoulders, nearly eating the dirt as he tried to keep his balance. The boy was nearly 17 but since his drunken father had insisted he was to naughty to go past elementary school, his mind-set resembled that of a fifth grader. His body was small, barely passing the 5' 5" mark and his muscles were wiry and lean, like a rabbit. It was no wonder his dad had such an easy time picking on him. He was pathetic. He shook his head at the thought of his father, fear seeping into his blood threatening to poison him. He prayed his father wouldn't find him.. there would be hell to pay if he did.

Several Hours Later..

William stumbled along, the booze beginning to wear off, leaving a hell of a migraine in its wake. He'd been searching all damn day and the little maggot was no where! The sissy boy couldn't have made it that far.. he was as light as a feather and just about as strong. His foggy mind was telling him the boy wasn't worth the effort but he kept walking.

Finally, he came upon a clearing and didn't think anything of it at first until a slight gleam caught his eye from the edge of the trees. Grunting loudly, William wobbled over and braced himself against the tree before bending over slowly to pluck the evidence from the ground. A small plastic wrapper for jerky. The same kind William had spent his own money on. The little weasel had been here! His chapped lips drew back in a gleeful snarl, appearing more animal than human. He pushed off from the tree and started off again, his eyes red with blood-lust. However, he wasn't the only one..

The creature should've expected as much.. the boy was gone. He would've been a complete imbecile to stay at his encampment another night. No matter. The hunter picked up his scent, along with a stale scent that he chose to ignore, quickly and slipped back into the growing shadows of the forest. Night was falling and the boy was in the Slender Man's territory now.

Kenyon felt a slight chill as he realized how late in the day it had become. The long trees were now casting eerie shadows on the cold ground and he felt himself become much more alert. The prickling sense of someone watching him had returned and he quickly turned around to survey the area. When he found it to be empty, he continued on, now searching for a well-hidden sleeping place. He doubted he'd get much sleep though..

Several minutes later, dusk had officially fallen and the only sounds within the forest was the slight breeze through the tops of the trees and the soft crunch of the leaves beneath his feet and he began to shake in fear. He picked up his pace significantly and padded on, his whole body aching from the force. He didn't know what but there had to be something out there.. it was just too damn quiet.

Suddenly a soft thud in the distance nearly made the boy cry out in terror. His eyes widened and he stopped moving immediately, searching out the source of the sound. It had come from off to his right, near a few fallen logs that had already began to decay back into the dirt. Very slowly he crept over, attempting to be as quiet as possible but his chattering teeth made it impossible. He craned his neck over the log when he got close enough to see the source of the noise and was stuck like a deer-in-the-headlights at what he saw.

Just beyond the log lay the dismembered body of a woman, her pink organs littering the ground near her body. Her eyes were wide open, as though she'd watched her own brutal death, every second of it. Kenyon felt tears of horror welling up in his eyes but he couldn't bring himself to look away. That was until the chill slipped over him, enveloping him light a fog. He felt the creature's presence before he ever hear his cold voice echoing in his head and didn't even get the chance to turn around before he was gripped tightly by the neck, cold, bone-like fingers enclosing around his wind pipe. The boy struggled uselessly against the creature before being ever-so-slowly turned around.

Kenyon swore he heart stopped once his eyes first fell upon the...thing. The smooth contours of the featureless face seemed to be watching him intently and the boy was trapped in the gaze. Could it even be called that though? When his captor didn't even have eyes. He vaguely made out the six or so menacing appendages that stuck out from behind the 'man'. His thin shoulders were covered in a midnight black suit and stark white undershirt, accompanied by a striking red tie that made the creature look even more horrifying. Kenyon wanted nothing more than to just recoil within himself, convince himself it was all just a dream an that he was really curled up under a protective tree somewhere deep within the forest. However, his thoughts were invaded once more by the deep, icy voice that made it clear this was a living nightmare.

"You should've taken last night as a warning. You're mine now, mortal."

Then everything was black.

AN: Every once in a while while I'm writing this, I feel like I'm making it slightly similar to my Slenderosity Killed The Cat story, so please warn me I do :P

Speaking of SKTC! I need to do a HUGE shout out to ScarlettSnow6 for one of the most thoughtful and thorough reviews I've ever received. :3 I really hope she reads this story also and realizes how much I appreciated it!

I appreciate all of my reviews! I really want your guy's feedback because that's the only thing that keeps me going! I love you all so much! 3

-Roxy