My head was a whirl. It had been four days since I'd seen any sign of Slender. Bronte and Madeline had, luckily, dropped the subject. I had asked them to keep quiet and not mention it, which they were decently happy to do. Well, Madeline was. Bronte, on the other hand, she seemed to be wildly entertained by the whole thing. She had told Leslie, who had sent me quite a few angry texts. He was still nervous at the mention of Slender, though why, I couldn't exactly get out of him.
One day after school I was driving home when I noticed an all-too-familiar motorcycle in my rear view mirror. I pulled into the apartment parking lot and rolled down my window. Leslie pulled up next to me.
"Hey, do you have a minute?"
"Uh... sure?"
He parked his bike and followed me into my apartment. I watched him quietly as he set his helmet on the table and pulled off his backpack, unzipping it and pulling out his laptop. He turned it on and quickly launched the browser, opening up a couple of different tabs. He pulled up his email and went to his spam folder.
A picture of a horribly disfigured body laying in the grass popped up. The photo itself was flecked with static, making it hard to see. Leslie turned and glared at me. I backed away instinctively.
"What...?"
He continued to glare at me before pulling up another picture.
Corpses hung limp and decayed from trees, caked in dried blood. I felt like gagging as I remembered my night in
Slender's woods with my mom. I shot him a hateful glance.
"What the hell are you showing me these for? I've seen enough."
He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh, as if I was the most pathetic simpleton to crawl the earth.
"Don't you get it! These people are dead because of you!"
I moaned as the images of the ruined bodies danced on the back of my eyelids.
Leslie slammed his laptop shut and turned to me.
"Months of silence. No disappearances, no mysteries, no murders, nothing. Then suddenly, everything is worse than it ever was in the first place. But you had to be so fucking selfish as to put your own perfect little life ahead of anyone else's!"
I was starting to lose my temper, it took every ounce of self-control within my being to keep from snapping at him.
"Do you ever think of anybody besides yourself!"
I grumbled explicits under my breath.
"Don't you know what you're playing with?! Are you that clueless?! You're just a self-obsessed bitch!"
I had heard enough. I shut my eyes and calmly straightened my body.
"Don't you ever refer to me with such disrespect when you don't know anything."
I drew back my hand and a sound like a smack followed by a grunt out of Leslie's mouth echoed a second later. However, my hand hadn't moved.
I opened my eyes to find Leslie squirming on the floor, a black tendril wound tight about his throat and Slender's pale hand slightly pink and trembling.
It took me a second to snap out of the shock of his appearance. A cry for help from Leslie was sufficient. I bolted forward and grabbed Slender's coat.
"Hey, hey! Calm down! Let him go! He was just being stupid, he didn't mean it."
Slender's voice was even colder than his body.
"I've no time for meddling brats with filthy mouths."
I rolled my eyes.
"He just let his anger get the best of him, you've no room to talk, let him go."
Slender whipped his head around and glared at me. I glared right back at him, and I heard Leslie suck in air greedily as he was released. He wasted no time snapping at me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Don't piss him off!"
His reward for opening his mouth was another harsh slap from Slender.
"Shut up."
I tugged on Slender's arm again.
"Slender! Knock it off."
He let out an annoyed grunt and straightened up, Leslie squirmed backwards on the floor attempting to get away from him. His eyes were red and glossy with tears, I almost felt bad for him. I had felt the same fear before, I knew what it was like.
I switched my attention to Slender. Tendrils were fidgeting about against his back, they seemed to be itching for activity. I squeezed his arm tighter.
"Calm down already, damn."
Before any of us could say anything else, the phone rang. I glanced about nervously from Slender to Leslie and back to the phone. Letting go of Slender's arm, I stepped over Leslie and picked up the home phone.
"Hello?"
My dad's voice was garbled a bit with weak static.
"Hey kiddo, did you get the e-mail I sent you?"
"Uh..." I dug my hand into my pocket, searching for my phone. "No..."
"Oh, well, all I said was that tonight, your mom is going to come over for dinner, then she wants to take you out for a bit, just the two of you."
I grumbled.
"Okay... thanks."
I hung up the phone and groaned. A slight squeak came from behind me and I rolled my eyes.
"Let him go."
I turned to see Slender remove his tendril from Leslie's throat slowly. He seemed restless. Not dangerous, but restless. He was upset, I could tell.
I flicked my head at Leslie.
"Dad's on his way home, off you go."
He needed no second bidding, shoving his laptop into his backpack and putting on his helmet, he left abruptly and without another word. I turned to Slender.
"Me too now, I suppose."
He turned away from me as if to leave, but I grabbed his arm again.
"Oh no you don't, bastard, I need to talk to you."
His tendrils flicked in annoyance and I heard a dark chuckle ripple through him. He turned and looked down at me, and I fidgeted.
"I must be going crazy..." I muttered under my breath.
He leaned down and flashed a cruel smile at me.
"Aren't you?"
I squeaked and jumped back a pace, but his tendrils shot out around my waist and pulled me back. He surveyed me.
"So confusing..." He muttered.
"Oh please, like I'm the one that's confusing of the two of us." I snapped back.
His tendrils squeezed me tighter and I squeaked, wriggling about uselessly.
"Let me go." I stated simply.
He simply lifted me up and leaned back against the kitchen table, smiling at me.
"Slender! Put me down!" I squirmed harder as my weight fell into his grip rather than to be supported on my own feet.
"You're in no position to make demands, stupid girl." He poked my thigh and chuckled.
"I'm not stupid, fucker."
The flesh that wound about my body suddenly tightened and I squealed. Then they relaxed and I heard Slender laugh outright. I glared at him as his shoulders convulsed in laughter.
Footsteps approached the front door, and suddenly I was on my feet looking at the kitchen table, and Slender was once again gone.
Author's Note: *breaks into high school musical* What time is it?! Summer Time~! That means more writing~! :D I'm so sorry for the wait my darlings~! But lots of chapters shall be coming this week~! ^^ What is Slender up to? Does her mom remember? What happened to Michael?! Soo many questions~! :D Hope you guys enjoy~!
I brought ice cream and lemon bars~! :) Eat up my lovelies~! See you next chapter~!