The odd trio appeared in Ellaina's family room. While Ellaina was happy to be home, she found it disturbing that there was so much damage in her home. The couch was overturned, the television's screen looked like something had been thrown into it, and paintings were knocked off the walls. To say that there were signs of a struggle was an understatement. It looked like an all out war had been raged in her family room. It appeared that the damage spread through the rest of her house as well, but she was not focused on that now. No, she cared more about helping this Totheark person that Slendy had been in such a rush to get to. Whoever this person was, he clearly was important.
They could hear the sound of someone moaning slightly. Before either of the women took a step toward the sound, they were ordered to stay put as the Slenderman headed in the direction the moans were coming from. The women, of course, didn't plan to listen to him. They were not about to allow him to go into a potentially dangerous situation without some kind of help. First, though, they headed into the kitchen to arm themselves. It too had seen destruction. Broken glass was everywhere. They had to dig through the shards in order to find anything that they could use for weapons. This certainly would take time, as there was so much glass and other things on the floor. Even the refrigerator had been overturned, its contents spilled across the floor.
As Slendy entered the room he knew to be Ellaina's, he came upon a sight that made him stop in his tracks. There was Totheark, pinned to the wall. What looked to be wooden stakes kept him held up to the wall, those stakes being impaled at his wrists and ankles which were caked in dried blood. The boy looked up as he heard someone slowly approaching him. He weakly smiled under the mask, his father's mask. Finally, he was going to be saved. Trying to muster up some of his normal, jovial attitude, he stated, "Hey Slendy. You finally decided to come join the party, huh?"
I've come to save you, he replied, missing the joke for he was so focused on wanting to help. The Slenderman came to stand in front of the one he treated like a son. In reality, he should treat him like a brother given their small age difference, but he had raised the boy. The experiments had forced him to grow up quickly, to become a man and father figure for the small boy. Life hadn't been easy on him, but he had tried to make it as easy as he could for young Totheark. He considered that Totheark had come out okay, considering who he had been raised by. He was able to function as a normal member of society and even had a job and owned a small home of his own. That, of course, never stopped the boy from constantly showing up for visits to check up on his "old man." The mask the boy constantly wore was the only thing he had left of his true father, and that had now been stained with blood. He lightly touched the boy's masked face, rubbing away a dried lump of blood. The boy leaned into his touch, glad that he was not being harmed, glad that he would finally be free from torment. Slenderman hated to see him like this, in such pain. Had he not promised the boy's father that he would always keep him safe? Slendy did not intend to break that promise anytime soon. His next move was to remove those stakes from the boy's body, but he was interrupted by someone.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a female voice stated.
Slenderman knew that voice from somewhere, but he could not place it. Still, his attention remained on Totheark. He would not give this woman the time of day. He would soon kill her as soon as he was able to free Totheark from this situation. The boy's eyes were wide with fear as he stared at the woman behind the Slenderman. In an attempt to calm the boy, he brought his hand back to the boy's face to make him look only at him, at that blank face of his. Focus on me, Little One. I won't let her hurt you any longer, I promise. I always keep my promises, remember?
The child only nodded, trying to swallow his fear. He knew that he shouldn't fear this woman. In reality, he didn't. What he was more fearful of was what she could do to the Slenderman. She had the ability to enter one's mind and make them remember their worst memories, or she could go as far as to control a person, even. Totheark knew full well that his father figure had many a bad memory. He could only hope that the woman would be killed before she got the chance to harm him.
She continued, ignoring the mental communication Slendy was having with Totheark, "Those stakes that are holding up the little masked freak are laced with a deadly pathogen. You remove them; you kill him. I do have the antidote to the poison though. Now, why don't you turn around and face me like a man, child? You wouldn't want to be rude to your own mother, now would you?"
A/N- Dun, dun, dun! *evil laugh* I'm leaving you with this wonderful cliffie until at least one of you gives me a review…or a cookie, either will work. JK. I'll likely upload the next chapter later today. ;)