WYDISM 28
Gosh this is so late. My GI Joe Fanfiction story has become popular and I got really sidetracked with that…whoops. Other than that school started almost a month ago and I am as busy as a bee. Its hectic let me tell you.
Thankfully school has never been too hard for me. I think I can manage…
So, sorry for the wait; But here you are.
Please don't hate me, but the "unofficial" fourth brother of the Slender Man, is making a one-time appearance. I'm sorry if you feel that it is offensive *shakes head* but not to get too worked up over it alright. If it becomes a problem I may just go back over it and do some editing…
Though, I've got a small feeling that a small few of you might not care if he makes a minuscule cameo/one-time appearance.
~o~ Hannah ~o~
I was breathing easier by three days passing. By three days Gunner was sitting up, granted with help, and having some soft blended food that was nutritious for Slenderfolk. I helped him tip the glass back and up so the drink could lazily slip down his throat. He was still having a hard time swallowing. After a moment the inevitable happened…he began coughing up blood again. I sighed. He could barely keep the smoothies down and to top it off the blood came up whenever he swallowed reflexively. But there was a problem.
For a Slenderfolk, having your stomach pumped isn't an option; it's such a deadly process even Mender Man himself refuses to try. Poor Gunner was stuck coughing up the blood in his stomach. I took a soft wet wipe and cleaned the blood from his lips and chin. He gave me a weak smile of thanks.
"Sorry about all this momma bear." He wheezed.
"Hush Gunner, it's alright." I cooed and helped him lie back on the medical bedding.
"Hannah," he murmured and grasped my hands.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Love…you…" he mumbled and started to snore lightly.
I chuckled and laid the blanket over him to keep him warm. His chest was still heavily bandaged from the wounds Leonidas's claws had inflicted. I ran my fingers over the rough bandages. How much hurt could ECHO bring to my loved ones before I couldn't stand it any longer?
My thoughts shifted to my mother. It had been almost an entire month since I had last seen her. I might not agree with her and her opinions and she may not agree with my likes, dislikes, and choices but she was still my mother. I loved her and I missed her terribly. I looked over to the Widower. She was awake but chained to the stiff surface of the medical bed. Even while conscious she didn't say much if anything at all. But I was curious about her.
"Why are you like this?" I asked her.
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "What are you referring to?" she replied tonelessly.
"Why do you act so cruelly towards men? Why can't you leave my man alone?" I asked.
She stared at me. "I had a spouse long ago…" she began and looked away, "It was an arranged marriage between kingdoms. My spouse, he…he poisoned my mother and father, wedded me, and then killed me without a second thought to inherit my kingdom, its riches, the wealth, glory, and people. I rose from the dead and killed him for his treachery." She confessed.
"So you don't know true love…" I murmured.
"Never have I ever loved another." She rhymed.
~o~ ECHO ~o~
In the conference room sat the officials of ECHO. They were heated in argument and no matter what they argued about it wouldn't end well for anyone.
"WE must let the children out EARLIER than we planned! Our bigger asset, The Black Widower, was taken out by the CHILDREN!" Fiasco howled.
"We should wait," Deceptiva thundered, "We need to come up with a new plan!"
"Why bother?! They're in a state of unease and disorganization! If we attack now there is a very slight chance that anyone will withstand it! We need to morph the children and let loose a disorganized attack. They will listen to you if we need to make a hasty retreat!" Fiasco argued.
"That's the kind of thinking that gets us killed you bastard! Putting all the hope on my in the hopes that an entire horde of deranged children driven mad by the serum will immediately congregate and listen. Use your head Fiasco!" she roared.
"YOU BOTCHED EXCUSE FOR AN OFFICER!" Fiasco thundered, "I RUN THIS FACILITY AND I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!" he slapped her into the wall and stormed out of the room to head down to the holding cells.
Deceptiva growled. "Big mistake." She growled and with a swift move she was up on her feet and twirled towards the door. She would make Fiasco regret his decision.
~o~ Slender Man ~o~
I sometimes hated being a Slenderfolk. Not in the sense that I'd rather be human…but in certain ways. In this age intercepting radio waves so static was produced was rather irritating. I either had paper in my hand or I was being fed the information from the word of the mouth. I had to wait outside the conference room for Zalgo and The Observer to exit and fill me in. I had been waiting for hours.
I wasn't alone though and that more than…dare I say it…pissed me off. My, unspoken brother, was here waiting with me. Apparently an operative interrupted his…special way…of feeding. I wished I had eyes so I could glare at him. He just lit a cigar, which was against the fire restrictions, and fiddled with one of his roses. I didn't care for him and his actions a single bit. I should have never allowed him to live, even if he was family.
I was more than sure…I hoped…that my brother wasn't aware of the fact that he was an uncle. He's never going to come into contact with Hannah anyway. Not if I can help it. I did my best to glare at the Sexual Offender Man as her produced a violin and played a rather late tune on the strings. Begrudgingly, I mentally admitted he was quite good, but that was all I would ever credit the addict for.
He finally acquired the nerve to speak to me. "So Slender, how's life?" he drawled in his deep and somewhat sensual voice, "Still enjoying the whole killing small children business?"
"I don't harm children any longer. I go after other age groups and such." I answered irritably.
That seemed to genuinely interest him though I wasn't sure, and I never was, with this brother. He leaned forward in interest. "Why the sudden change of heart Slendy Boy?" he grinned a grin of sharp teeth.
I paled. The true reason was because I had Hannah, a child herself…I could not allow that to slip. "I grew tired of the taste." I growled.
"You are such a pitiful liar my dearest younger sibling." He chuckled deeply with an accompanying purr.
"I would never allow such a reason as the real one fall into your hearing range." I snarled.
"My, my, how terrible of you brother." He teased, "I am genuinely hurt."
"Stuff it Offender." I howled.
"You need to find a happy place brother." He hummed idly.
"You're one to talk." I…said back.
"Are you…pouting?" Offender grinned.
"SHUT UP!" I thundered.
He shrugged, uncaring about my attitude, and went back to his violin. I was happy for the new lack of chatter and sighed. I didn't need this. Finally the door opened to reveal the two people I had been waiting for. After everyone filed out I looked to Zalgo and the Observer.
"Operator…Offender…come in." The Operator nodded.
We came in like so and sat down. Zalgo glared at Offender as he propped his feet up on the table but I gave him a pointed look, a faceless look at that, as to say 'let it go'. I also had to resist the urge though to put my head in my hands as he did. I didn't even want to remember the fact that I was related to such a disgrace…If only I could ask my father why he chose to keep the fool…
Or was that Splendor's fault…
I couldn't ever seem to remember if it had been Trender Man, or Sexual Offender Man that Splendor had altered…
It didn't matter though; I was still related to him, no matter how much I wished I could kill myself for such a thing.
Mentally scolding myself for not paying attention, I focused on the discussion.
"Slender man," Zalgo spoke and I nodded, "We've found out what the serum was made of."
I found myself instantly interested in this turn of events. If we knew what the serum was composed of there was a greater chance of having a reversal method…a cure if you would, "Do tell." I encouraged.
"The serum is made up of many smaller substances," the observer began, "but the main ingredients are psilocybin, hashish, an altered state of chloroform, and…well…" he paused, "a somehow liquefied state of the Slender sickness."
I nearly fell of my seat, and after some scrambling I rashly bolted to my feet. "THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE! THE SLENDER SICKNESS WAS NEVER A SUBSTANCE, LET ALONE EVER IN A SOLID STATE! IT IS A FORM OF METAL REACHES AND TORTURE!" I bellowed at the sheer idiocy.
"Actually that's where you're wrong." And I was floored as this was coming from the Sexual Offender Man.
"How so?" I demanded.
"In the really early days, some would say the 'pioneer days', of Slenderfolk, the Slender Sickness was actually a liquid that Slenderfolk had their victims consume while asleep since we had not yet achieved a mental state of infliction. The liquid was slow and gradual to take hold allowing time for Slenderfolk to use different methods of unnerving their prey while the liquid insanity filtered through them. By the time the liquid was in full effect it made the humans much easier to prey on." He explained and then looked at me directly, "The way it was instilled back then is still much more effective than the mental state of insanity we adapted to as we evolved. It's much more powerful but it's still much easier for the more tactical types of Slenderfolk. However, when our species fully developed the mental version of instilling the sickness and the infants began to be born with the natural ability to learn this the liquids were either consumed by the wealthy, or was destroyed by the jealous since consuming the liquid made the mental state more powerful and less taxing to access."
We all stared at him as he paused. "I assumed there was none left in existence." He admitted as his way of finishing the small, yet important, history lesson.
I sat back and let this all sink in as our informers nodded appreciatively. "Even I didn't know some of that." Zalgo begrudgingly admitted.
"However we did know that Slender Sickness once upon a time was a liquid. We were able to come up with an antidote for the serum." The Observer informed me.
"Thank you…is that all?" I asked slowly.
"Yes sir, that is all." He confirmed.
"Then, thank you for your time. I must take my leave if you don't mind." I sighed and without a backwards glance towards my brother, who was no doubt wearing the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, or the others, I left without another word.
~o~ No One ~o~
Without the slightest of noises made, Deceptiva Slender-walked into the Slenderfolk village house where Hannah and the other were, and left without a single sound. Such a feat took great skill and the only clue as to the fact she had been there was a single letter addressed to Hannah and her father in neat handwriting and on clean smudge less stationary.
Dear Grandson and Great Granddaughter,
I implore you to give up while you still can. Fewer lives will be lost that way. Do it, the only way to ensure your lives and loved ones are safe is to surrender.
Surrender, there isn't another option.
Your Grandmother, and Great Grandmother,
D
~o~
Well…this was long overdue…heh….heh…oops. Anyway, I hope you liked it and yes, The Sexual Offender Man was in the story…I'd appreciate it if you didn't make a giant fuss. I understand that some people are very…opinionated about the character…
Anyway, I am excited! Want to know why?
The reason you probably don't care about: My birthday is this month! Yay!
The reason you would care about (I hope): This story is about to have a sister.
Yes, you read correctly. WYDISM has a sister story on the way and in the writing and plot stages. If all goes according to plan it should be longer than WYDISM, which has about 4-5 chapters left. I won't reveal the name but…
It's somewhat of the same concept…cept' with a different plot and Hannah doesn't' exist…oh no, this time it's…
Gah, I'll give you the details next chapter…if ya like.
Anyway, I am loving all of you! I never expected something I wrote to have this many reviews, favorites, or followers! You guys are fantastic! Thanks for the continued support!
Thank you my wonderful music notes!
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Well of course you're my valued music notes! I am a Songbird after all!
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This A.N. is really long, somewhat important, but really long…
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Why am I such a nut? Ah, who cares? Seeya later guys!
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