Carter's P.O.V.

Her tired, heavy green eyes closed, and a small smile found its way on my face strangely. She was okay, that is good...or is it? Right now I do not know whether to be glad she is still okay or scared with the fact that my sister, who went all crazy and tried to kill me, is laying right here in my arms. But who would blame her. Nine years she was locked away, secluded from everyone that was not dad, my friends, and myself, living off a sandwich, a glass of tap water, and whatever I was able to sneak past dad to her. I wish I would of let her try to run when dad was off at work at the station, or called the police and had them arrest dad there once he ass got in that damn place, but I was too worried for her sake. I did not want to see her hurt.

A bright streak of lightning flashes across the sky up above, and the ground shakes as it rumbles loudly. Drops of water slowly begin to fall from the sky, falling down on Cassie and myself. I need to get her out of this weather; she would get sick. Slowly I grab onto her, putting both my arms underneath her, and carefully pick her up which really is not hard because of how light she is. Then, I start walking with her in my arms the way I was faced, not knowing or even caring about what was that way, as long as it was not the house that was now most likely crawling with the police.

Cassie and I would be separated if I took her back there and worse she would be tried in court for killing dad. Most likely she would be put in jail for murder even if we lied and said it was for self-defense for how she cut his heart out. That was scary though, waking up on the ground covered in my own blood to see dad's bloody body laying on the ground, chest cut open and his heart on the other side of the living room. It was hard to believe that she would...no wait...could do something like that to dad. Did he not even put up a fight?

I look down at her in my arms to look at her face. She looked so innocent and hurt. It makes me sad to even look at her. She had been through so much over the years. From being beaten to being starved and from having both a abusive...step dad...and me to now being a murderer had to be hard on her. I bet if someone who did not know her saw her for their first time they never in a million years think she, as innocent as she looks, would have never been through so much.

-Time Skip-

Almost an hour has gone by since I started walking and I still have no idea where I am now. It was really quiet besides the sound of crunching leaves under my feet and Cassie talking in her sleep. "I can flyyyy!" She said, moving her arms around a bit making me chuckle at the sight until I heard a twig snap in front of me. My smile fell to a scared frown, and my whole body just freezes, hearing a low growl.

"Hm...where am I?" Cassie asked and her eyes slowly fluttered open. When she saw me, her whole sleepy expression changed to a mouth dropped surprised stare. "Carter!" She yelled and jumped from my arms to wrap me in a large firm grip.

"Cassie stop." I told her quietly, hearing another branch snap and the growling getting louder, but she did not notice it.

"I am so sorry, Carter." She said quickly and loudly.

"Stop it," I said again but more louder than before, "Be quiet."

"Just listen to me Carter. I do not know..." She said but stopped when she heard snarl and turned around to look where I was looking.

Slowly we started backing away and a pair of bright glowing red eyes appeared. As soon as the eyes appeared, I grabbed Cassie and pulled her behind me to shield her from whatever this was. The red eyes slowly came closer, coming out from the dark shade into the moonlight, to reveal a large dark...dog very familiar to those stories I used to read online. It looked the way it sounded like in the stories; like Smile dog.

"No way," I whispered scarcely and strangely in amazement. Then, I felt something long and silky wrap around me, holding my arms to my body to keep them from moving. "What the Hell? Get off!" I shouted and was raised from off the ground into the air, flailing my legs all around the place. "Cassie run! Get out of here!"

She did not move though. She just stood there, looking up at me. What was wrong with her? Was she even scared?

"Cassie run!" I yelled at her again, but she did not and spoke back.

"No don't hurt him!" She shouted, looking up a lot higher behind me, "Please, he's my brother."

"No need to worry Cassie, I was not planning anything like that at all." A deep formal voice said behind me. "I simply did not want him to be frightened and run away."

What was going on? "Be frightened of what?" I asked scarcely, not wanting to know the answer.

'Frightened of myself of course,' The voice said in my head along with static buzzing through my mind. 'Everyone is afraid of me. I am the Slenderman after all."

The Slenderman?