Chapter 11 Why Are You Still Waiting?

You were wandering around and endless forest.

The tall trees towered above you, making you feel somewhat intimidated and completely exposed. The fallen leaves formed a deep brown and reddish carpet under your feet as you walked and walked endlessly on them. The dull sunshine that peered diffusely inside the forest was filtered through the leaves and had gained an eerie green tint on it making the whole place appear like it was haunted. The scent of mold and decay was profound and made you wince every now and then, feeling the humidity deep inside your lungs, heavy and almost choking. You had absolutely no recollection on how did you manage to get to this place. The last thing you saw was EJ's royal blue mask leaning above you and his hands cradling you with caution before you passed out in them after you begged him to kill you. Your thoughts snapped. That's it! He must have killed you! You must be dead! You looked around you in confusion. If you really are dead, then what on earth is this place? It shouldn't be Heaven nor can it be Hell; it's too cold to be Hell. Then just exactly what is this place? You feet kept moving on forward, as if they were moving on their own, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest.

You looked down to yourself. You were wearing your favorite tank top and pair of jeans, along with your favorite pair of sneakers. When you were still human, you used to wear them every day at summer, walking around the forests with your dad, on various expeditions the two of you organized. But that was a hell lot of time ago. Now, you were no longer human and your father was no longer alive.

The forest around you was strangely quiet. There was absolutely no sound coming from anywhere, not even the wind, not even a single animal wandering around to find something to eat. All this silence was something that cause you to be on edge all the time, looking around you as if someone was about to pop up from anywhere and attack you. But as if all that weren't enough to help the sanity decrease rapidly inside you, from the corner of your eye, you noticed that a strange black mist started invading the space, creeping it way slowly behind you, gently sliding on the moist soil and among the mold-covered trees. It was too far behind you though, and right now, you just couldn't investigate it more, only proceeded to walk further and further down.

Then, you came to an abrupt stop.

Just a few meters in front of you, standing with her back turned towards you, stood Cady.

Your heart sank inside your chest and your jaw dropped to the floor. How can this be? Why is she here? Is it truly her? Slowly and with great caution, you managed to choke out 'C…Cady?' with your voice sounding alien even to you. The little girl didn't respond to your voice. She just kept looking forward, not turning to look at you. There was a moment of total silence, where the only thing you could hear, was your breathing and the faint beating of your heart. And then, the little girl began running.

'Hey! Wait up!' you say surprised and start running behind her.

Surprisingly, the little girl seems to run faster than you first thought. Quickly, you find yourself struggling to follow her through the trees and not lose her from your sight. She runs fast, her little figure literally as if it was flowing over the steep ground, laughing merrily, her laughter echoing hard on your ears. And to make matters worse, the black mist seemed to run behind you and even catch up with you, as black tentacles of mist started getting in your way. You dared not look behind; dreadful of what you would see inside the blackness that you felt breathing on your back. After some more minutes the little girl came to a stop, still having her back towards you. You stopped as well and bend over, resting your hands on your knees and trying to catch your breath as you looked at her and then around you. You were wrong; the black mist wasn't after you and in fact was far behind with only some tentacles reaching close to the little girl in front of you, seemingly dancing around her petite hands.

'Cady…what are you doing here?' you breathe out finally.

'_' she just says.

'Honey what are you doing here?' you keep asking.

'I came to see you _.' She says and turns towards you 'They told me to ask you what is taking you so long.'

Your eyes open wide and your blood turns cold. Cady was just as you remembered her, still wearing her Halloween costume, her hair falling down her back, her skin as pale as yours. Only that she was different. When she turned towards you, you nearly screamed out of terror. A huge and deep slash was starting from just above her eyebrows, coming down to her lower belly, hanging open and drained from all blood. It was so deep, you knew that if there were any organs, they would have fallen out by now. The blood that had stained her clothes long ago was pitch black, turning her once lovely image to a scene out of a nightmare. But what managed to petrify you, was her black eyes. No iris. Only black sclera.

Instinctively, your feet took a few steps back.

'Mommy and Daddy wanted me to ask you what is taking you so long _' her voice suddenly is haunting and pitch high, with two more voices hidden underneath hers.

'Why haven't you killed them yet? Did you not love us enough?'

Another few steps back

'Why are you still waiting? Don't you want revenge?'

'C-Cady it's not that it-'

'DON'T YOU WANNA KILL THEM ALL _?'

There was a bright lightning. You were blinded for a single moment and your hands covered your ears as you cringed and took another step back in total terror. This wasn't happening! This can't be happening! Someone help!

'You must take revenge _.'

Suddenly, the ground under you shook. Terrified, you gaze down, only to scream on the top of your lungs, as black hands started coming out, grabbing your ankles and trying to pull you down inside the ground. You fall in the ground in front of you as they start pulling you towards them. The ground where they are has now turned back, as if there was a black lake. You desperately try to hold on to something, your nails scratching against the dry soil. You scream for help, trying with everything you had to fight them off, kicking and turning and screaming, but before you know it, your knees are touching the cold water. If you fall inside the water, you know it's end game. You fight with all you've got, only to look back and once again scream petrified. People with pitch black skin and if someone burnt them and bright, glowing eyes pop up here and there, screaming as loud as you, trying to grab you hard and pull you down.

'HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! CADY PLEASE HELP ME!' you scream towards your sister whose unchanging gaze is still nailed on you.

Another lightning echoes and flashes. Terror seizes you once again, the moment you look toward your sister desperate for help. In the two tall trees behind her there are two bodies hanging from huge ropes. One of them you recognized it to be the body of your mother, eyes blurred with the shadow of death and her body being perforated with stab wounds and huge bruises. Her face was altered in a mask of pure terror, with her mouth shaped in a silent scream. On the other tree was your father. His face was snowy white and his eyes open and full of silent wondering. Black blood still dripped from his slashed open neck. You screamed loudly once again.

Cady walked up to you her face cold and void, betraying no emotion.

'Kill them all _.' She says and kicks your hands hard.

You scream loudly, as the others have a strong hold on you now, pulling you hard with victiorious screams coming out of their hideous mouths. You kick, twist and turn, trying once again to get a hold of something. All in vain. Tears roll down your face, as you feel your belly starting to be submerged too. You can't even count how many hands are dragging you, you just fight them off with all you had. Someone grabs your hand by the shoulders, trying to pin you down. You scream and fight madly against it, as your fingers fail you once again. You are rapidly being pulled on the water. The fallen leaves shuffle as your hands pass above them. No! You will fight! You won't go down without a fight! Like a madwoman, you try to fight them off, screaming and kicking the best you could.

'_'

You fight and scream, now dangerously close to the water.

'NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! LET ME GO!' you scream.

'_!'

'NOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

And your body falls in the cold, dark water.

'Damn it _. Just. Stay. still!' someone said, his voice angry beyond words.

Your eyes flashed open only to meet with a royal blue mask and a pair of hands trying to keep you lying against a comfortable surface, with you struggling your ss out. Of course, your brain was unable to process the sudden information that you where given. So, you screamed loudly, punching the blue man straight in the face with all your power. He immediately took many steps backwards, his hand flying on his face, the same time you tried to escape out of there, leading you to fall from where you lied and fall hard on the cold floor. Your whole body was sore and aching both from the fall and the injuries while your neck hurts like hell, making you put your arms around it, only to feel a bandage wrapped around it. You immediately sat up and dragged yourself against the wall, curling up in a ball and moving back and forth with tears still running from your face and your breath coming out breathy. Where are you? Did the bodies finally got you? Is this hell? Where is Cady? Why is it so bright in here? How can you escape? Where is the exit? Who the f*ck is the man with the blue face?

You kept swinging back and forth lightly, all the prayers your mother had taught you coming out of your lips in a low whisper. You were going to die. If you weren't already dead. You didn't even have the chance to defend yourself. You didn't even manage to get revenge for your lost family. The monster inside your mind was fast asleep inside the shadows, leaving you completely defenseless against any possible threat. You tried to calm yourself down gasping for a few calm breaths to make your brain work straight again. You could clearly hear swears the the blue faced male was saying as he slowly walked towards the back of the room, opening a drawer and mumbling to himself.

'How the hell did she break it? God damn my f*cking life.' There was a sound of someone shuffling through the drawer and picking something up from inside.

You didn't even dare to look up in case that meant instant death with the visibly irritated man. You would apologize. You would beg for your life. You believed he would make you beg for your life. The point was if that would be enough to spare your life or you were doomed from the very start. You jumped a little bit when you heard his footsteps coming closer to you and many more tears ran down your face as violent sobs started shaking your whole body. You felt him kneel down near you, just a few inches away. You waited, but he didn't say anything at first.

'_.' A quiet, almost tired voice said.

'I-I'm so sorry for p-punching you. I-I'm so- sorry.' You stutter, your voice coming out hoarse and pained you like a thousand needles were pierced simultaneously on your neck. It gave you the strong urge to rip it apart, just to relieve the pain.

'_'

'P-please don't k-kill m-me.' You begged, still hiding your face on your hands and fighting hard with speaking.

'Do I have a particular reason to kill you?' his voice was even, but with a tint of confusion inside it.

'I p-punched you, sir. It was out of r-reflex, I-I didn't mean it. I-I'll behave, I promise!'

'_ do you know who I am?' he asked after a long pause.

You nodded negatively, still avoiding his gaze, that you now felt pinned on you.

He sighed wearily '_ look at me.' His tone was strict and serious.

With sobs still going through your body and large tears descending your orange eyes, you command yourself to look at him. It took all the courage inside of you to do it, but you just couldn't risk the chances of not obeying a direct order. But nothing prepared you for what you would see in front of you, looking at you curiously, having tilted his head to the side.

'E-EJ?' you mumble, suddenly puzzled.

'You guessed right this time. How are you feeling?' he simply asked.

You breathe out a sigh you never guessed you were holding and looked at him with fresh tears rolling down 'I-I had a terrible nightmare. Really, really terrible.' You say, still shaking but in better condition than before. Slowly but steadily, your body starts to ease up on its own, reacting on the familiar presence. Still, you look around you in confusion.

You probably were in an underground room, as there were no windows, only bright lights in the corners of the ceiling, under white glass. Looking around you, you notice where you fell from; a hospital bed. There were two large counters inside the room, one just opposite from you and the other on your right, both perfectly white and with huge cupboards above them, full with medicine of any kind. There were many more rolling tables, with many medical instruments on them, all painted with fresh blood, obviously recently used. The floor, the walls and the ceiling were covered with the same white glass, with the walls and ceiling being illuminated from the inside with bright lights, making the room a little bit more than just bright. On your left, there was a white staircase that leads to a closed door.

The only things that weren't completely white were you and EJ.

'What happened EJ? Where are we?' you ask, voice still shaking. You swallowed hard from the pain.

'Currently, we are at my medical lab. You passed out due to severe blood loss and I brought you here. You were unconscious for approximately three days.'

You look at yourself.

You were wearing the same bloody clothes you wore the day you fought EJ. The majority of your body was carefully wrapped in bandages, and you had a tube on your right hand that injected you with blood. In the sight of it, bloodlust shot through your body like fire. You immediately eject your hands upwards, trying desperately to pull the damn blood pack down, pulling the tube that was connected with you. Swears, due to the pain your sudden movements gave you and the raising of the head, were heard like gunshots inside the quiet room.

'Come on! I want it! Just fall down! You f*cking pack! K^V$D*%#&!'

Then, two black hands appeared out of nowhere. You looked and saw that EJ had stood up and taking the blood pack out of its place he threw it to you, before he returned to his spot. He resumed observing you closely, as you took the blood pack on your hands, tearing it like a Christmas present on the one side and putting it on your mouth, throwing your head back and starting drinking the rich, ruby liquid in huge gulps. The pain on your neck was absolutely killing you, making you feel as if it was being ripped apart from the inside, but the breathtaking and mesmerizing red liquid was so satisfying and thought-blurring, that you just ignored the world around you, drinking it in large gulps. Suddenly, as you were starting to feel a little bit better, the blood pack emptied, leaving you mostly devastated. You lower your hands again and sigh deeply, looking tiredly at EJ.

'Got any more of these?' you say throwing him the empty pack.

He caught it in midair and eyed the item once, before he turned his empty gaze to you.

'Why are you consuming blood?' he simply asks.

You shrug and try to speak, only for a pained growl to leave your lips. You touch your neck, your eyes half-closing from the pain as you answer him.

'I…it's just…that…it helps me feel better….it's a…craving I had…from the beginning.'

He makes no comment as he stands up and walks towards a fridge on the back. Upon opening it, you can clearly see large vases with various organs inside, like kidneys, hearts, livers and many more. Your eyes open wide, when you see that some of them are half eaten. EJ rummages through them and opens another small shelf, revealing a quite sizable stack of blood packs. Immediately, your body leans forward, your mouth watering immediately as your eyes are nailed on the blood supply. He grabs one and throws it to you, with you managing to grab it in the air. But this wasn't enough.

'EJ,….take out all of them…I'll bring you…more I promise…just bring them all.' You say desperation and hunger hanging from the edges of your words.

He turns and stares at you silent for a few seconds, before he turned in the front again and pulls them all out.

'I will expect the new ones shortly though.'

'Don't worry at all.' You say as you open the blood pack and begin to drink the red liquid 'So, what happened back there?' you ask as he starts opening the blood packs and emptying them inside a small bucket.

For some time, he remains silent, dedicated to his work, leaving you once again puzzled on what he was thinking. In the end, you hear a small sigh after he throws the empty packages in the trash can.

'After you asked me to kill you, you passed out from severe blood loss. You literally had only half liter of blood inside your veins and our fight was not helping your case. You managed to cut your neck too deep, barely missing your larynx. I brought you here and stitched you up the best I could. It will hurt for some days more. I barely managed to keep you alive.'

It was now your turn to sigh.

'I guess Sally must be really worried.' The image of the green eyed little girl flashes through your mind.

'Indeed she is. She comes every three minutes to check on you.'

'I've got to see her.' You say and toss the other empty bag on the trash can, trying to stand up.

Grabbing the edge of the hospital bed, you manage to pull yourself upwards, standing on your burnt leg. It hurt like hell, making you curse heavily under your breath, but you had no other alternatives. EJ tried to help you, but you stopped him by raising your hand 'Just bring some crutches.' You advise him. You will not accept any help from anyone. You are not the breakable girl they might think you are, you can perfectly take care of yourself and stand your own ground. EJ comes back with your crutch along with another one. You thank him and taking them, you manage to relieve your burnt leg somehow. You walk out of the medical room, with the speed of a snail, but proudly walking by yourself. EJ follows you close behind, carrying the bucket with the blood with him. You had agreed that none of you would mention anything about your beating and stopping heart, and in return, you would allow EJ to run a few tests to see what was causing the beating, as soon as you were fully recovered.

Following the happy voices that echo in the empty corridor, you are led to the kitchen, were many of the Creepypasta are gathered. Toby, Masky and Hoodie are attempting to make a cheesecake, with Masky carefully reading the recipe, Toby messing with the mixture and throwing whatever he could possibly lay his eyes on inside, and Masky trying to stop him every single time and Hoodie drooling over the mixture. Around the counter in the middle of the room, sat Jeff and Sally, with the smiling killer cutting an apple for the little girl, muttering through his teeth how bothersome was that, but being very careful to give the pieces to the little girl. For once he wasn't teasing her and did something productive, you thought. And on the right, at the very edge of the counter, sat Ben, playing with his PSP and being completely absorbed with it.

The moment you walk inside the room the little girl turns towards you and almost chokes on the apple slice she was munching on '_ you're here!' she yelps and jumps up, running towards you and throwing the pieces of apple that remained to the ground.

'For f*ck's sake Sally! Don't ya tell me to clean ya another one!' Jeff yells as the little girl wraps her fragile hands around your waist carefully 'I see the cripple is back. Rise from the dead _.' Jeff throws at you mockingly, but you just ignore him.

'Hey _ want some cheesecake?' Masky asks you kindly, but when your eyes fall on the mixture, you immediately decide against it. Is that thing breathing?

You try to answer but at first only a high pitched sound comes out, while your neck pains you to death, but after that, you manage to utter some words '….No..t-thanks..'

In the sound of both your voice and the squealing sound before, both Toby and Jeff burst out in hysterical laughs, Jeff hitting the table in front of him and Toby spilling the flour he was holding everywhere on the table.

'Hahahahahaha! Why are you speaking like that _?' Toby asks, but with his laughing even if you answer he won't probably hear you.

'Ya sound like a damn squirrel! Hahahahaha!' Jeff mocks you as you sit down on the table, taking the bucket of blood in front of you.

'You would speak like that too Jeff, if your neck was slashed open.' EJ quietly remarks sitting beside Ben, who is totally oblivious to what is happening.

'Why the f*ck would I have a sliced open neck?'

'H-Hoodie..can you..give me a…straw?'

The hooded man just nods and opens the drawer behind him, as you place Sally on the counter beside you and Hoodie gives you a straw. You place it in the bucket and start drinking the blood with big gulps, merrily. From all the different types of blood that are mixed inside, the taste is a little bit off, as it's kind of sweet and sour all at the same time. Still, this doesn't bother you so much and you keep drinking it down, only stopping to breathe. In a matter of a few moments, you already start to feel the pain in your whole body subside and a sweet numbness to envelope your pained limps. Eventually, Masky manages to rescue the cheesecake from another impending attack from Toby and make it out to be actually edible, and places it to the fridge to cool it.

Sally was playing mindlessly with your hair, twirling and twisting some stray locks in her fingers, but at some point she notices the strange liquid.

'What is that _?' her green orbs becoming wide with curiosity.

'It's blood, honey.'

Death-like silence falls over the whole table. Everyone's starring at you, making you feel uncomfortable.

'What?' you ask.

'_ are you really drinking raw blood?' Masky is the first one to collect his thoughts.

'Yeah. I do that from the moment I turned.' You simply say.

'Talking about f*cked up things. Ya sure are a strange little b!tch.' Jeff smirks at you, a red glow passing through his eyes.

'Will you stop calling me names you psycho?! I'll rip you apart next time you do that!' you yell furiously, popping from your chair and hitting your right hand on the table, making everything on it bounce.

Deathly silence falls once again.

'What?' you ask, confused.

Then you realize.

First of all, you had yelled. You had yelled to Jeff despite the fact that your neck was slashed and it pained you to even speak. Or at least it used to pain you. This time, your voice had come out perfectly clear and restored, without a single pinch of pain. Secondly, you had hit the table. You hit the table with the hand that the Rake bit and was wrapped in bandages, and still no pain was induced to you. And lastly, you had popped up. You were standing in your feet without the help of the crutches and with no pain whatsoever. In fact there was absolutely no sign of pain anywhere in your body.

Three words escaped your surprised lips.

'What the hell?'