When I woke up, the sun was already setting behind the mountains. They only reason I knew that was because I woke up in the forest.

I awoke in a small clearing, yawning deeply. The dull rays of light that filtered through the canopy of the trees woke me up a bit more, but it wasn't until my head hit a rock that I was fully awake. I felt twigs and stones scrape against my back, making it arch in pain. After the scraping continued, I then realized I was being dragged by my feet.

I raised my head a tad, trying to look at who my captor was only to be surprised. Masky and Hoodie each held one of my legs and were dragging my across the forest floor, grunting in frustration as they tried to pick up the pace.

"What the hell you guys!" I shouted, not believing my eyes. Masky looked at me, they both did, but he seemed to be smiling from behind that expressionless mask of his. When he just shrugged his shoulders, it seemed more than that, as if he was saying, "Hey, just following orders. Sucks for you."

I demanded answers and tried to get away, but with them dragging my feet across the forest floor and the occasional rocks and twigs bumping into my head, I was left feeling weak and light headed. And believe me; I didn't like this feeling one bit. It made me feel like the lesser of the three. It made my bloodlust hit the roof. It made me… incomplete. I needed to have the superior feeling of knowing that I am capable of killing the other with one swift yank of my knife. Speaking of my knife…

"Where the hell is my knife?" I growled, frantically searching my pockets for my shiny friend. This time Hoodie looked back at me, and although his face was obscured by that fake frown, I could tell he was grinning at my discovery. I wanted to spit in his face, kill him for even daring to look back at me. If I had my knife, I swear to god…

They continued to drag me through the forest, ignoring the stream of curses I spat at them the whole way. It wasn't until I got to the part where I was threatening to gut them like fish that they dropped me on the forest floor. For a foolish moment, I thought that my threats had worked, but when they stepped back into the shadows of the trees, I realized I was far too wrong. I took in my surroundings, confused as to what was going on. They had left me in a clearing in the middle of the forest, dark beginning to surround us along with the endless arrays of trees.

I was just about to go over and punch the living daylights out of the two proxies, when something stopped me. I hadn't seen it at first, but when saw one of the many branches move slightly, I froze. My eyes lay on what was supposed to be the base of the tree, but was instead a pair of nicely polished dress shoes. My wandering eyes traveled up black business pants, accompanied with a fitting jacket, white undershirt, a black tie, and finally the bald, faceless head that seemed to glare down at me disapprovingly.

"Oh Jeff," he said, his voice echoing through my mind, "You know it is not their fault. They were just following orders. I mean, it's not like they had a choice." Slender was then silent for a moment, speaking words that only his proxies could hear, and with a flick of a tendril, they left me alone. Left me alone with him. Left me alone with the Slenderman. I could hear my own heart pounding as he stepped closer, about ten tendrils extending longer than himself. I heard the sound of static fill my ears as he ever so slowly got closer. I felt my leather-like skin get a bit wet, and I wiped my nose to see I had a nose bleed. Slender sickness; he swore he wouldn't use it on any of us that lived in the forest. And he didn't ever break what he swore over.

He. Was. Pissed.

I watched as he extended a tendril towards me, and I finally snapped out of my trance, realizing that now was a good time to panic.

Just as his tendril was about to touch me, I dashed in another direction and didn't even bother to turn around to see if he was following me. I ran faster than ever before, knowing that if I was caught, it would be the end of me. I searched for my knife, smacked myself for forgetting that Masky and Hoodie had taken it, and continued to run like hell. I continued to see Slender just in the corner of my eye every few seconds, but that wouldn't stop me. After five minutes of running, I looked behind me for the first time, only to crash into something in front of me.

I fell flat on my back, dizzy from the unexpected crash to my skull. I looked up to see a blank white canvas attached to a body. I gulped, and tried to crawl away, when I felt a burning pain in my back and through my stomach. I turned my head, only to see that a long, thick black tendril had pierced through my back, stomach, and stuck itself into the ground beneath me.

I let out a cry of pain as I was lifted up into the air in one quick movement and slammed back first into a tree. I felt bones in my spine shatter at the sudden force, and I heard the sound of splintering wood and a tree toppling over and hitting ground. If Slender was angry in the basement, then this was blistering fury I was experiencing. All the while, Slender said nothing; he just continued to beat me senseless.

"You're finally going to get what you deserve," he growled into my ear before grabbing onto my left ankle with one tendril and hung me upside down. I tried to struggle, but stopped when I felt a branch pierce my chest. I gasped in pain, trying to get myself off the branch.

I saw Slender slowly walk away, only turning back to look at me once before teleporting away. I could already feel the blood rush to my head and some stream down my face as I bled from my two wounds. Too weak from blood loss to do anything, I just stayed there, upside down and impaled on a branch. I groaned in pain and shouted, but I knew no one could hear me. Soon, I was too weak to even talk. So I just listened to the sound of my blood dripping onto the forest floor. I may have survived a burning house, police, and even Slenderman's first attack, but I knew that this was the end. I felt myself cough up blood, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I just hung there.

P.O.V Switch: Slenderman

Now that Jeff was taken care of, I could finally get to my Olivia. I let my servants know I was leaving, and they nodded. They would report if Jeff somehow escaped his tomb or if something bad happened inside my forest.

I transported myself to the hospital, blending in with the thin trees as people passed the building. The last thing I needed was someone to see me when I was so close. I immediately recognized her scent, and soon enough, I was inside her room.

From the cover of the corner, I took a look at my surroundings. Pictures and diagrams of human bodies were plastered across the white walls turned gray from the lack of light. Two large, curtained windows were on the wall, overlooking the city and its lights. The only light in the room was a small lamp placed on the nightstand next to the bed, illuminating the large lump beneath the blankets. A man was leaning over her frail form, taking notes on a clip board.

Not making it too obvious, I influenced him to leave the room. He seemed to be confused for a moment, but quickly wrote down a few notes before rushing out. Influencing someone to do my bidding was always easy; that's how I am able to keep Masky and Hoodie under my control day and night.

I locked the door, making sure I would know when someone wanted to get in. I sat beside the resting Olivia, watching her chest rise and fall, making me think how delicious she would taste after I rip her heart out. One of my tendrils traced one of the many scars that she bore, reminding me of how good she would look with blood splattered across her pale skin. My tendril ran through her raven hair, making me think of what it would be like to tear her skull into two. I want to tear her to pieces and devour her being, but at the same time, I wanted take her to my home.

I noticed that her hands were placed near her lower region, a sign that she had not forgotten about the incident last night. She was still distressed, and I knew that this would add to her list of scarring. I had already taken care of the rapist. He was not dead yet, but I had something special planned for him for daring to even gaze upon my Olivia. Oh, he would suffer.

My tendril lightly touched her cheek, curling ever so slightly. That was when she woke up. She tried to stay as still as possible, but she couldn't fool me. Her breathing had quickened and her muscle had tensed under my touch, telling me that she had awoken. I removed my tendril, and gazed upon her, waiting for her next action. After minutes turned an hour of waiting, she finally, ever so slowly, turned her head to face me like she would if she could actually see. I could tell she was questioning her sanity for a minute, but I made sure I made myself known by getting up from the bed. Her body tensed, unsure of what to do, but she needn't do anything. I already knew of what to do.

"You must be in great pain as of now," I commented into her mind. She seemed shocked by the sudden appearance of my voice, but at the same time relieved that she wasn't going insane. "Y-you're not the doctor," she muttered, face pointed in my direction. "No, but I can be."

She was confused. Perfect. "You are such a weak and useless waste of space," I growled, pacing myself around the room. "You dare get yourself taken by a man like that?" A whine escaped her throat, obviously hurt by my words. "You need not whine. It is no wonder your mother treats you like she does. She wants to make you into the child she wants you to be. Who you wish to be, but never can be. A disgrace to your kind, some would say." She glared at me through still eyes, now irritated. "You're just trying to get me mad," she grumbled.

"It would do you good," I informed her. "Someone like you can't survive in this world alone. Why do you even try?" Her anger then died down into sadness. "I almost pity you, human. You've already been violated once. Once more will teach you better." She seemed to want to murder me at the mention of her rape. "Hey, I can live on my own if I want to!" she shouted at me, showing me a spark of the fire I had nearly ignited. "Then prove it!" I growled at her, infuriating her even more. "Oh what would you know?" she yelled, getting up from her bed.

"GET BACK INTO YOUR BED!" I shouted, making her grip her head from the sheer loudness. The light from the lamp flickered and the buzzing of static emitted throughout the room. She squealed in fright and jumped back onto the bed, hiding under the blankets.

I paused for a moment, enjoying the dominance I had over her. She was now under my control; I could do whatever I wanted with her. She was my little plaything. I could toss her around like a ragdoll and beat her whenever I pleased and she wouldn't complain. She was all mine now.

"Look at you, one yell from the parent and you hide under the covers like you are no more than a mere child," I shouted into her brain, making her grip her skull even tighter. "Please, just stop!" she shouted into her pillow. "Why should I? You think begging will stop a rapist from taking you? Your attempts disgust me."

"Well what do you want me to do?" she yelled, tears now stinging her eyes. "I want you to stop acting like you're four years old and learn how to survive!" "LOOK AT ME!" she screamed loudly, surprisingly not drawing much attention but a few confused thoughts. "I am an eighteen year old who has had a mental disorder since I was a baby and has been staring at the color black since I was eight! My dad's dead, my mom is in the hospital, I have no friends, no helper, no sight dog, NOTHING! And you want me to stop acting like I'm four years old?"

There was a knock on the door. "Miss Napalm? Are you alright?" the doctor asked through the door. I ignored him and continued my way to victory.

"Fix your tone, young lady!" I growled at her. She seemed to not believe what I had just said into her thoughts. "FIX MY TONE?" she practically screamed. "You want me to fix my entire self! You might as well just kill me now! How do you expect me to fix myself?"

"Uh Miss Napalm? If you don't open this door, I'm afraid I'll have to force my way in."

"I could fix you," I whispered into her. Her rage seemed to melt at that very instant into pure confusion. A tendril slipped out of her back and rubbed her cheek in the same manner as before. She flinched, but leaned into my touch, assuming it was a sign of comfort. "I can make you better. I can make you into someone who you wish you were." She was stilled puzzled by my offer.

"Miss Napalm, I will now use my key card to get in. You have until the count of three to open this door."

"How can you do that?" she asked me, fear and confusion lacing through her voice. My mouth split open, forming a smile.

"One."

"I can show you, if you'd only allow me." A tendril pressed against her open palm. All she had to do now was take it.

"Two!"

I felt her fingers twitch against my appendage, not sure whether or not to trust me.

"Three!"

"What are you?" she asked, her hand fully closing over my offering.

Click!

"I am the Slenderman."

And we were gone when the doctor opened the door.