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I'm so excited about spring break, because I get to go to my home, New Orleans, for inspiration. I love it there! I'm really glad to update as well because I have a lot written that I must share. Please enjoy and review if you possibly can.

Au revoir!

~M&M

Toby couldn't stop reading the words over again. His raw fingers had the paper wrinkled. It was Ridley's suicide note. She'd made it before she was going to kill herself. Tears began to prick his eyes.

She was going to commit suicide, he kept repeating in his head. She wanted to kill herself to save me.

The tears began to wet his cheeks. Toby tucked the letter in his pocket and looked back at the sleeping Ridley. Hesitating, he sat on her bed and brushed away a strand of her hair. She gently woke. Her eyes trailed down to him, and she sat up quickly.

"Toby, what're you doing here?" she asked. He shook his head and took off his hood.

"I'm gonna die tonight, Riddles," he told her. The girl stumbled for words.

"What do you mean?"

"I killed my dad and your mom. My mom probably called the police. I have to run or they'll find me here and you'll get in trouble too. But, I had to see you. Here, put this on."

Toby handed his friend her old shirt. She looked at it, smiled, and slipped it on. The shirt still fit her.

"I read the letter. You can't do this. I'll go to the d*** ends of the Earth with you if you just ask. I didn't mean what I said. I made you feel imperfect for years, and that wasn't me—shouldn't have been me.

I'm sorry, Ridley, and before I die, I need you to know that I love you more than you'll ever know. You're beautiful, radiant, and my world. I wanted to start a life with you in a couple years, but, obviously, that's not going to work."

By this time, they were both crying softly.

"So, for this moment, I'm in love with you, and I'm not going to die." Toby didn't expect her to say anything. He was actually hoping to use the silence to his advantage.

Toby Rogers moved her faded hair away and kissed her cold lips. Toby rested one hand on her cheek and one on the sharp of her back. Then, miraculously, she kissed him back. She came closer, and they both loved each other under the stars and released fear. Finally, Toby pulled away and swallowed hard.

"I have to go," he mumbled. He climbed off the bed and picked up his axes.

"I have to go."

Ridley got out of her bed and moved to the door.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you go alone. If you go down, we go down together." Sadly, Toby shook his head, kissed her forehead, and pushed her back on the bed.

"I'm so sorry." Then, he shut and locked her door. The sounds of her fists pounding the door came next.

"Let me out, Toby! You can't do this alone!" she yelled.

"Yes, I can and I will. I love you, Ridley."

Then, he left the Marx house for the last time. It was true that Toby Rogers could feel no pain. Every time his father hit him, it was okay, because he felt only numbness. Toby Rogers lived the life of a toy to be thrown around obliviously. But, Ridley hurt him. He'd never felt that much pain.

The fire started with his father's forgotten about matches. It started little until Toby snatched gasoline from a neighbor's shed and spilled it everywhere. No sooner than a couple minutes, the police arrived and the neighborhood was surrounded in fire. Toby was surrounded in fire. The mouth guard was around his mouth and the axes were in his hands. The flames licked his feet. Yet, Toby felt nothing. His hoodie was doused in dark blood as well. Police tried to call to him, but Toby heard nothing. Then, his world went bleak, silent, and, oddly enough, dark. There was a man—then darkness once again.

Toby Rogers woke up bleeding. No wait, he thought, this isn't my blood. His skin was a ghastly grey and dull, and his goggles were skewered across his face. The boy's hair hadn't been brushed for days, so it fell dirtily in his face. Toby Rogers didn't know where he was or what happened. He didn't even know his own name.

"Hello?!" he called out. The black surrounding him answered not.

"Answer me!" Toby yelled. Reluctantly, a man crept out of the darkness. He was extremely tall—about ten feet tall and as white as bone. His face was hollow, and the man only wore a torn suit.

"Who are you?" Toby asked, suddenly terrified.

The man slithered a white long hand around Toby's shoulder.

"I am your master. I have saved you from a tragic death. You will take these axes," he moaned, handing them to Toby, "and purge the world of those whom deserve it. You've been hurt before, lad, and you will be hurt again. Do my biding and you may be saved." The boy stared at the man.

"Who are you really?"

"I am the spirit of Slenderman," the thing began, his ghostly voice like a whisper, "but many call me Slender." Toby climbed to his feet.

"Who...Who am I?"

"You are merely a pawn—a seventeen-year old boy, stubborn as a child, brokenhearted as a sailor. The only thing you need to know, son, is your name. Toby."

"TOBY!" screamed one of his rivals, Masky. Toby Rogers sat by BEN and Jane, playing video games. Hoodie was up in his room reading and Jeff was sharpening knives. Masky had been in charge of taking care of Sally since Clockwork was coming over soon. Masky ran and shoved Toby.

"What the hell?" he snapped.

"Where is it?" Masky growled.

"Where's what?"

"My mask, smart one." Toby rolled his eyes.

"Don't have it." Masky despised going around without his mask.

"I set the da** thing down for two freakin seconds to wash my face and it's gone. I know you stole it, a**hole." Toby threw his hands up.

"Maybe Sally has it," he suggested. Masky flicked Toby in the back of the head.

"If I don't get it back by the time Clockwork gets here, I'll shoot you in the face." Then, he went back up the stairs. It was silent for a moment before BEN, Jane, and Toby began snickering. The boy pulled out the mask from behind the television.

"You know, we could probably have a lot of fun with this," BEN remarked. Jane shrugged and returned to playing video games.

"I wouldn't provoke Jeffy too much. He probably will shoot Tobbs in the face if he finds out." Toby Rogers pushed away the controller and held onto the white mask. Then, he walked to a window, staring at E.J talking to himself.

"Why does Masky hate me so much? I never did nothing to the guy," he sighed.

"Masky's an a**. Don't worry about it," replied BEN.

Dropping the subject, Toby decided to leave the mask in Sally's room and go for a walk to look for an axe he lost one night.