*** I'm so sorry for the oh-so-long update! I've been too busy with my life! I'm really sorry! But anyway, I hope this chapter makes it up! Thank you so much for the supports, follows, and favorites for this fanfiction! Should I make a sequel?
Haha, we'll see. But for now…as I say:
Now Presenting: Chapter 3 (C'mon people! I need a better slogan!)!***
Chapter 3: Vengeance is Mine
The girl was in a panic. She began to cry in a corner, completely disregarding the area around her. Allie's tears flooded and dripped on the floor and flowed on the cracks of the dirty linoleum floor. Her heart began to beat faster, but the little girl didn't care. She was too upset, too devastated to get back on her feet. She sobbed, alone, shaken up, and afraid.
Allie soon managed to pick herself up from the floor. She wiped the salted tears on her face and went over to the place where she found the note with the cry of help on the floor. The note was still there, but this time, with a more eerie message:
DON'T LOOK… OR IT TAKES YOU.
It? Allie wondered, who is it? She looked behind her. The background was still barren and dense. She sighed in relief, took the note, folded it up, and put it in the case. The young lass tried to trace her path finding the teddy bears. The room with the first knife was at her reach. She walked up to it. Nothing. No teddy bear. Nothing but the dull blade hanging on the wall.
Allie was confused now. Strange! She thought, I was just here and I got the first bear at this hook…
She spotted the flashlight at the corner near the familiar detached, bloody, fly-infested arm in the corner. Even stranger, she shuddered, the flashlight wasn't even close to that thing! Allie inched nervously over to the flashlight, hoping her stomach wouldn't turn as she slowly bent down to pick up the flashlight. The handle was sticky with dried blood and pus. Allie grimaced, trying to keep it away from her nose as far as possible. The metallic and fleshly smell assailed her nostrils. She huffed furiously and stomped over to another room that connected to the other one.
The bass drum echoed through the empty halls once more.
Not again… I didn't even collect a single bear…
She settled herself into moving quickly inside the building. There was no way that she was going to let that meanie take the puzzle pieces away from her!
She dared not open her flashlight, knowing that the bulb would explode eventually. She didn't want to get any more startled and afraid. She was too scared to even find the bears. But knowing the stakes, Allie decided to move on.
Timidly, the little girl wiped her free hand on her pink dress. Up to this point, she didn't care about it anymore. She was too afraid to be concerned about such silly things. She proceeded to the other room, where she found the first bear. Excited, Allie rushed over to the bear, ripped it out of the knife, and collected the pieces of the puzzle. She stashed them in the pencil case and scurried quickly.
The flash of light. The faint sight of a man in a tuxedo. Allie's body reacted quickly. She let her numb, dainty legs take her swiftly into another area in the hallway. No no no no no no… she thought, Not today, you meanie…
After running for awhile, she stopped to catch her breath. Now you have to go find those teddy bears, Allie.
Time seemed to speed up. Room by room, hour by hour, minute by minute, Allie began to slowly find the other teddy bears. There came the second, then the third…fourth…fifth…and sixth.
Allie began to feel nervous. After finding the sixth bear, she never caught sight of the slender, faceless man. That could mean anything. The man was probably waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Or he could be letting me go…
She shuddered more. Her face began to flush in warm yet haunting colors of red. The school seemed to fade away from her vision. Oh no…
He's back! Allie frantically screamed in her mind. She bolted to the outside pavilion. The eerie, leaf-less tree was in sight. The body impaled on the tree was impaled with more branches. Allison's teacher was detached, silent, and dead. The flesh was rotting, the bones decaying. She felt the sympathetic prick in her heart, but she also felt relief. Mean Mr. Marks… she cringed, he never liked me!
Allie's vision began to restore clearly. I think he's gone…
Something on the left caught her eye. Something faintly shiny. Curious, Allie made her way to the back of the pavilion. Sure enough, there was the seventh teddy bear with the four puzzle pieces inside the fiberfill. Excitement traveled through Allison's nerves. I'm accomplishing something! She thought, I'm finally doing it!
The drumming began once again, but at a quicker and more horrifically upbeat. Her vision began to dilute once again. NO! she screamed in her mind, NO! Not this time! I've come this far, and I'm NOT going to let you get me this time!
A slimy tentacle stopped her in her tracks. Allie slowly craned her head to the side. She gave out an ear-piercing shriek. The tall, face-less man was staring at her. But something in this man made her heart feel heavy. The young girl felt her consciousness slip away from her soul, her body. Something in her gave in, something in her let herself fade into this unknown trance.
That same bench. That same tree.
There, the little girl sat, alone, bruised, and crying. The other kids who ignored her, who bullied her, who made a mess of that pink, frilly dress that made her feel like a princess were playing with their own huddle of friends, completely disregarding anything else around them.
There the girl sat, letting her tears overflow against her face.
"It's okay, little girl, don't cry."
The girl's face turns to see a man in a suit and tie staring right at her. The little lass felt more at ease. She slowly made her way to the man, where she touched the man's slender hand, and the man pulled her to a heartwarming embrace.
The next day seemed more positive. The girl drew pictures for the man, and he seemed to show a liking to them. He kept whatever picture she drew for him, no matter how sloppy it was.
That was, until the bullies found out about them.
The man was angry. The little girl could tell. The bullies in the school ripped those pictures. Only a few remained. Eight of them. But she could never remember which ones. But the man was angry. After that incident…
He was never seen again.
Daylight. Is it over…?
The feeling of black was gone. Allie was still face to face with the slender man.
Now I understand…
Allison wasn't afraid anymore. She gave the man a small embrace.
Join me, and you will have a chance to run. Refuse, and you are taken as mine.
"Maybe I should after all…"
The eighth teddy bear is in the classroom to the far right, near the exit. I will let you pass.
The man disappeared. Desperate, Allie rushed back to the room closest to the exit. Sure enough, the eighth bear was hanging helplessly on that knife. She picked it up, tore the bear apart, retrieved the pieces, and hurled herself towards the exit. It was right there, right there beyond her grasp…The knob was only inches away from her fingertips…
The exit door's knob was wrapped by her tiny fingers. This is it, she thought, this is it! She opened the door…
…Only to be greeted by the Slenderman.