A/N: I realize that I haven't updated in a very long time. I'm sorry for that. I wonder if anyone else continues to check up on this story.
Something was different, the killer knew. The last place he had been was old and dark, musty. This place he was now was anything but. It smelled clean and fresh, overly sanitary. It was not something Jeff was accustomed to. He had to wonder how long he had been here. The last thing he could remember was seeing his partner with that thing that had harmed her. He could not understand why she had been with the thing when he last saw her. He was the one who was supposed to save her; that's what Jane had told him.
But thinking on what he could not understand would prove fruitless, Jeff knew. It was time to wake up and get back to his life. Groaning from the stiffness he felt in his joints, Jeff tried to get up. Again, he was met with something being wrong. The killer knew he was laying in a bed; that he caught on to as soon as his consciousness returned back to him. He couldn't move from this bed. He was strapped down to the bed, unable to move. Tubes attached to these bags were all around him, snaking into him. What were these IV's pumping into him? Oh sure, he knew what these things were. He hated them, for they reminded him of his past.
The creaking of an opening door caught his attention. Jeff turned his head, the only thing he had the freedom to move, towards the door. Standing there was none other than the one who had very nearly killed his partner. Anger filled him. This bastard had nearly killed his partner. Still, he couldn't quite understand why he cared for the girl who was supposed to be his victim. All he wanted to do was get up from this bed and destroy the monster.
How odd it was. He never bothered with judging anyone or anything. It just didn't matter all that much to him. Perhaps back in the past he would have, back in his normal life. Jeff had a sneaking suspicion that his partner was the reason he was changing. He wasn't certain if it was such a bad thing any longer. But, he judged this Other now, as a monster. Was he not a monster? He too was a killer, but he didn't call himself a monster.
The creature simply continued to move forward, not saying anything. Of course, the Slenderman never said anything, Jeff knew. But, he wanted something to happen. He couldn't move. There was no physical action he could accomplish. It didn't seem like enough to just yell at the Slenderman. Nothing would be enough, not words. This monster had harmed his friend so very much. He had raped her. Her. She was his. No one else was supposed to touch her. He had claimed her as his own.
Jeff continued to struggle against the restraints. He never noticed someone else come in through the door. All of his attention was focused on the monster. All of his thoughts were focused on this being before him, not the one slowing coming up behind the creature.
What irritated the killer more was when der Ritter turned his attention away from him and to someone who was behind him, someone he hadn't even noticed? It was not like him. He always knew what was all around him. When his focus turned onto this other person, the anger left him. The other person was his partner. The feeling was quelled when it was focused on this girl. How odd it was that he could never remember her name.
Irritation-and surprise-came back to him when a voice came into his mind. He was able to somehow figure out that this voice came from der Ritter.
If thoughts were able to kill, dear, I would be dead many times over. Of course, that is not able to happen, der Ritter stated.
"Oh?" his partner questioned. "And why is that?"
She still hadn't looked over at the killer. She hadn't been the one taking care of him since Slenderman had taken them all away from Jane. In the time that had passed, Slenderman had been taking them from place to place. For whatever reason, the creature seemed to feel indebted to her, perhaps for what he had done. She knew that it had not been his choice. She knew that it had been Jane controlling him. Of course, Jaina could never be bold enough to say anything like that to the Slenderman. She respected him too much for that. He also had taken care of Jeff since their escape. That, she could not understand. But, she hadn't been able to take care of the killer. Seeing him injured on account of her was too much for her to handle. They could have figured something else out, some other way to care for him.
Apparently, he cares for you, Slenderman stated. He wished none of this had happened. If the demonic woman had never met him, this other woman never would have been harmed. But, was it so very bad? For the woman, yes. But, he never would have met her. Despite what he had done to her, Jaina was always nice to him.
"Oh," she replied, sounding brilliant. It was still something she was trying to get used to, the powers of the Slenderman. His powers had been useful since they had come into contact. But the whole "being able to hear other's thoughts" was still strange to her. He had promised her that he could only hear people's thoughts when he felt like it, meaning he wouldn't listen into her thoughts at all hours of the day. He said it would be too boring.
I will leave you two alone, then, the Slenderman stated simply. He knew that these two would need to talk. He could only hope that the killer would not harm his "friend". That was what he called the little human. That's what the humans called one another when they had contact, right? Check his fluid levels. You know what they should be. I will come back when you are finished and remove the IV lines. He paused for a moment, seeming to think. Remove the restraints if you feel safe enough.
"Safe enough?" Jeff yelled, finally speaking. "I am not the one who raped her!" He could not stand to see these two before him. He could only imagine what the monster continued doing to her since he had been out of things. There had to be a reason why she was staying around from him. "Have you kept having your way with her? Is that why you're still here?" It was his anger speaking now.
But, Slenderman's anger was much more than that of the human killer. Thoughts left him as the tendrils lashed out and removed the restraints from the killer. Before anyone knew what was happening, the extra appendages had wrapped around the killer's waist and hoisted him from the bed, bringing his scarred face to meet a blank one. You understand nothing, you ignorant human. I have been caring for you and your friend. Ask her what happened. He dropped the killer to the floor and turned away from him, only to be met with Jaina. Do try to not get yourself killed. It would make my time and care for you here wasted. And with that, he teleported away, leaving the stunned killer and the young woman alone together for the first time.