He came back from the Dream World feeling those same emotions he had felt when he knew that Totheark had been killed. Without a thought he immediately grabbed the person who had a hold of his shoulders, flipping them over. He expected to be looking down into the face of one of the scientists but found it only to be Ellaina's shadowed, concerned face looking up at him. He sighed, rolling away from her to settle for lying next to her. The bedside table's clock said it was two in the morning.
"Another dream?" Ellaina questioned quietly. She wished that there was something she could do to try and ease these nightmares, or end them altogether for him. She turned to him, a hand coming to rest on his chest.
He looked at her hand, taking it into his own and leading it to his face, kissing it. Quietly, he replied, "Do you know what I have been dreaming of?" Upon seeing her shake her head no, muttering that she thought it could have something to do with his father, he decided that it was time to share his past with someone. He trusted her well enough.
The Slenderman planned to tell her everything, but that was prevented when he suddenly felt the pull of sleep overtake him. He held no control, try as he might, as another dream came to him.
Totheark was dead. The only one who had been willing to help him out of this situation was dead because of these cruel people. He saw red as he looked upon the people who were staring at him in utter fear. One of the guards raised his gun to take a shot at the monster, but he was prevented from doing anything as a tendril suddenly shot forward to rip the weapon from the man's hands. The weapon was used to club the man until his skull was caved in.
The boy didn't plan to kill the man, but he had lost control. His anger was controlling him now as more of the tendrils came out from his back. They began to rip apart not only the men but the women. There was no mercy spared on these people who had caused him such pain and torment. Keeping those thoughts in mind and not the fact that he was taking lives, the child made his way into the room of scientists. None of them survived his rage induced fit.
He turned back to the sound of a crying child when he had finally killed all of them, excluding his father. The child had been placed out of harm's way when he had made his way to kill the various scientists. He hadn't been able to find his father, but if he ever did find the man, he most certainly would bring the man to a sticky end. It hurt the boy that he had come to hate his father, but he certainly could not love the man any longer.
But, as the boy approached the crying one, the dreamed memory seemed to change. The little child was suddenly grown and Slendy was suddenly fully aware of everything, dressed in dark suit and tie with full knowledge of his life. He was able to control where the dream went once again. What a relief that was. He looked around, noticing that they were back in the forest, just outside the chain link fence of Ellaina's backyard. Slenderman had taught the boy how to contact him via dreams if the need ever be, so there had to be a good reason why James Totheark Jr. was contacting him. Yes, he had given the boy his father's name. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do.
The boy, really not a boy as he was only three years younger than Slenderman, seemed to be surprised that he had finally made contact with the being he considered to be like his father. "Finally, I've been trying to contact you for so long. I don't have a lot of time. You have to help me, please. She has me and plans to-no, wait. Wait!" The boy desperately reached toward the Slenderman. "Don't let her take me away. Don't let her kill-"
The Slenderman suddenly sat bolt upright, trying to reach out to Totheark only to realize that he had come back to the real world. Oh, this was not good. This was not good at all. He was immediately up from the bed, thoughts focused on the boy. His attention turned to Ellaina, who was asking what was going on, what was wrong. It is time to leave. We need to leave now; do you understand? Get Anne up. We have to go, now. He was not about to allow someone to take the life of Totheark.
Ellaina was surprised by the way he was acting. He seemed almost desperate to leave this place. He was pacing about the room, looking agitated. "Slendy, what's wrong?" She still hadn't bothered with trying to wake up Anne, who was cuddling a pillow and snoring.
Damn it, Human. Wake up that blasted friend of yours. We need to leave! Slendy replied, his entire focus on needing to leave and save the boy.
Her shoulders dropped. He never addressed her like that any longer. Ellaina was reminded just what little humanity was left in him, but she would still go ahead with what he was asking for. She could only hope that he was speaking out of stress. Ellaina came to her friend's side and began to shake her shoulders. She was much easier to wake than the Slenderman.
Anne looked up at her friend and merely rolled over to look at the clock. It was three in the morning, so why was Ell trying to wake her up? She rubbed at her eyes as Ellaina pulled her out of the bed, explaining that they had to leave. The shorter of the two women began complaining. She had paid for this room for the entire week.
She was surprised to find herself pinned up against the wall by the Slenderman. Ellaina merely stood to the side, looking just as surprised as she. He seemed to be glaring into her very soul. You will get ready to leave now and stop your complaining, or I will kill you here and now, human. He released his hold from her to go back to pacing around the room.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Anne muttered while looking around for her things. She began packing up her suitcase when a wave of nausea hit her. She moaned, trying to resist the urge to throw up.
The Slenderman glared at her when she explained that she was going to be sick. As she was about to run into the bathroom, he grabbed her. He did not have time to wait around for her to be sick for Lord knew how long. He simply went about healing her of whatever stomach virus had decided to take up residence in her body. She only stared up at him in shock when he pulled himself away from her. He glowered down upon her and pushed her back toward her suitcase. I still hate you, Human, but you should not feel sick any longer. Get ready to go.
Anne blinked a few times before heading to go do what he asked. She could not understand how he had healed her, but she wasn't going to complain. Still, it had felt so odd.
Ellaina was simply standing beside the bed, waiting for Anne to get ready. She looked from her friend and then to the Slenderman. He still hadn't bothered to dress properly. When she made mention of this, he immediately began trying to button up his shirt. His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't manage the process so Ellaina merely took over for him. She looked up at him as she finished with the last button. He hadn't said what was wrong and she was beginning to worry.
He had grabbed the tie and suit coat up from the chair he had discarded the items on. Both were in place without a second thought. They needed to leave, and his need to get to Totheark was only becoming worse. The boy rarely made contact with him through their mental bond unless it was absolutely necessary. Slendy knew that the boy would not joke with him about something like someone endangering his life. He had cared for the boy his entire life, had even somehow managed to put the boy through school. There was no way that he was about to let someone take the child's life. He didn't consider the boy his friend, but more like a son. The thought of the boy being harmed brought pain to him, pain like he felt when he had seen Ellaina harmed.
"Slendy, what's wrong?" Ellaina asked again.
We need to get home. Are you finished packing yet, Anne?
"Almost," she replied. Anne only had to find one wayward sock and then she would be done.
"Slenderman," Ellaina tried again, "why do we have to get home? What's so urgent that we need to get there so fast?" She wanted to understand why he seemed so desperate.
Totheark was his only explanation. Upon seeing that Anne was finally packed, he grabbed the two women and brought them back home. He could only hope that he wasn't too late.