A/N- Here's the next chapter. And you all thought you hated me a few chapters ago. *laughs* You all are very funny.
Awareness came back to him. Things were back to what he defined as normal, the overly sharp vision and lack of a face. Something was wrong though. He was alive again, but he could not find a way to move his body. No matter what he tried, he could not make his mind connect to his body. His thoughts were clear; he was aware of everything that was around him. Still, he could find no form of control over his body and extremities. This was rather frustrating. How had this happened? The being from the Gates had said that he was going to be given a chance at life once again. Being paralyzed certainly was not any way to live. Perhaps he had made a mistake. If this was how he was going to be made to live, he would forever regret not staying in the city in the clouds. There was something else that he noticed, though. His face was buried in the dirt and someone had their hands on his back. When he had been looking down on the scene, he had been on his back, blank face staring up into nothingness.
The person sighed, annoyed with how things had turned out. The other humans who had been here had gone back into the house. One of the women had been particularly upset over the possible death of der Ritter. It seemed that that particular woman had had some sort of bond to the One who was lying down in the ground. This person had an idea of why she would be so upset, seeing as the woman wore a wedding band, just like der Groβman. Clearly, he had been able to move on, had forgotten of her entirely. It was a source of slight irritation to the person, to her. Still, the person doubted that Slendy would die this easily.
"I thought you were stronger than this," the person stated, exposing his back.
A shock ran through his system. This was not possible. He knew that this person had died many years ago. This person had died in his arms. She was dead. He knew she was…yet, here she was, talking to him. It seemed that life never really would be normal, especially where he was concerned. It seemed that Fate enjoyed toying with him. It must be Fate's favorite past time, or however the phrase went. He wanted to make a comment to her, but he still could not find his voice. This irritated him perhaps more than the paralysis. Being unable to move was perhaps something he could learn to live with, but not being able to say a word to anyone…it would drive him insane.
The feeling of something cold and sharp against his spine further shocked his body. She could not be doing this to him. She knew what his past was. How could she do this? But then…a certain something seemed to change. Feeling came back to his body, and that feeling was one of pain from what she was doing to him. Still, he felt his injured blood vessels repairing themselves and the ability to move coming to him. Once he felt full control come back to him, he sat up and used a tendril to pull her hand away from him. Too bad that the chemical was already fully dispersed into him.
What do you think you're doing, Raine, Slender demanded, not releasing her, not only from his anger with what she had just done but also from the fact that he did not believe she was alive and here. He had been certain that she was dead, so certain. He remembered the pain her lifeless body had caused him. It was similar to what he had felt with Ellaina, but it was different. Raine was his friend whereas he held love for Ellaina.
The woman chuckled slightly. "Is that anyway to greet me? Here I thought you would be happy that I was alive. You certainly did not want me to die those years ago."
This is not possible. You died in my arms, Slender replied. He knew that she had left the world of the living. There had been no mistaking it that time. She had had no pulse. Still, he had never buried her; he had simply left her in the woods. He had been young when they had met. She had been lost in the woods and she had captured his attention. At that time he had not been killing people simply for sport. He had wanted her as a friend, if not for himself then for Totheark. They had discovered a common past between them when he had made himself known to her-both of their parents had worked in the same Lab and both of them had shared a common fate, though she had been spared the pain he had gone through. She had merely had her genes extensively tested, not changed-though they had been modified to some extent. Still, the experience had scarred her and she had not complained when her parents had been killed. They had been close friends, but she had become ill at one point. The illness had taken her life, or so he had thought.
He looked her over now, remembering how sickly she had been before she had "died". She had had no color in her face and her eyes had been blood shot and dead looking. Now, she was a completely new person. Her face was bright and shining, looking the picture of health. Her eyes were a bright amber and full of life. It had always been her eyes that were able to sway him. If she gave him a certain look, he would melt and do whatever she wanted.
"Have I lost you to the realm of thoughts again, Slenderman?" Raine questioned, smiling slightly at her old friend. It seemed so odd to be here with him once again. How many years had she spent searching for him? She had lost count and had nearly given up hope on finding him again. These woods had been the last place she was going to look, and she had managed to find him. He was still the same old Slenderman, outside of the chemical that had been all over his person. She had done enough research on the chemical to know that the right dose would be able to help him, though it would keep him looking the part of a monster.
Slender released his grip from her. Well, you know how I am. How are you alive?
"That is a story for another time, dear Slendy. Something seems to be wrong in your house. When I came here everyone was upset over your apparent death. There was one woman in particular that looked to be distraught over it. She is inside with the others, but…I can sense that something is indefinitely wrong. The others who were with her seem more upset now for some reason." Raine replied. The genetic tests had left her with the ability to sense the emotions from others if she so chose to use the power. Waves of sorrow were coming off of the humans who were in the house.
This is not my house, but what do you mean that something is wrong? I would expect them to be upset, sure, but what are you talking about? Slendy answered. He did not wait for her to reply as he forced himself to his feet. It took a moment to regain his balance and stop the world from spinning. Death was something he would have to avoid in the future. It was quite annoying, this waiting for his senses to return back to normal. As the world came back into proper focus, he made his way to the back door of the house. He needed to know what was going on.
Raine slowly followed after him, allowing the feelings from the other humans to come to her. It seemed that one of the human's feelings had simply…disappeared. A cold realization came to the woman as she knew what this meant. She grabbed Slender's arm, making him pause just at the door way. She could only hope that she was wrong. "Were you close to any of these humans? Well, outside of Totheark. He didn't notice me, but I saw him. He sure grew up quickly."
I was close to all of them. One acted as a friend, I guess you could say. The other, Totheark, acted the part of son. And…another became my wife, Slender replied, a little shy about revealing this to his old friend. Then again, the wedding band on his finger made it rather obvious as to what he had been up to. He wanted to get into the house to see what was wrong, but Raine blocked his way. He glowered down on her, trying to get her to move by sheer force of will.
"Slenderman, before you go in there-" Raine started, only to be cut off by him teleporting behind her. She sighed in annoyance. He was the same old Slendy. When he wanted something, he most certainly would get it.
While it pleased him that he could use his powers once again without having to deal with pain, his thoughts were more focused on the sobbing he could here coming from the kitchen. He could hear Anne's sobs. Totheark stood outside of the doorway to the kitchen, tear stains on his face. It seemed that the man could not bring himself to look at whatever was in the room behind him. Eventually, the normally-masked man's eyes looked up to find the blank face of Slenderman.
"What the hell?" he questioned, thinking that he had perhaps gone insane. He knew that Slender had died. None of them had been able to get a pulse on him. He had not been breathing. The body had been lifeless, soulless. Yet…here the man was. He slowly came forward to meet the man half way. He reached out a hand, needing to physically confirm what was standing in front of him. A tendril met his hand. Anger and happiness flew through his mind, both warring for control. The anger won the dominant position. "You were dead, you idiot. What…do you know what you've done?! You were dead, and now Ellaina…damn you!"
Totheark would have continued his rant had a tendril not wrapped around his mouth. This was not the reaction Slenderman had been expecting. What are you talking about? he still asked, slowly allowing the tendril to drop from the younger's mouth. He had made mention of Ellaina and Raine had said that something was wrong. Could there be something wrong with her? He certainly hoped not.
"Don't make me explain what happened," he replied softly. "Just…look into my memories and see for yourself what you've caused." The younger of the two opened his mind to the One before him, waiting to have that feeling of someone entering his mind. It came slowly, looking until it found the memory that was being searched for.
Ellaina did not want to believe what had happened, but there was no denying it. Her Slenderman had tangled with Death and had lost. She was now heading inside, Anne and Totheark close behind her. The thought of living without the one she loved was unbearable. But then…did she have to live without him? There was more than one way to be with someone. She made her way to the kitchen, not saying a word to the others. They were confused by her actions to say the least. Neither knew what she had planned as she picked up a kitchen knife, so neither had the chance to stop her from…
The memory was something that Slender wished he had never seen. Oh gods, no, this could not be happening. She could not have done this to herself. Her life could not end in such a way. This had to be some sort of cruel joke that Totheark had made into a memory or something. But…that made no sense whatsoever. Desperate fear came to him, and the need to get into the kitchen went up tenfold. He tried to push by the one he considered to be his son, only for Anne to get in the way.
The woman looked up into the familiar blank face, which was a pure white once again. Another sob escaped her, as she reached a hand out to find out if this was the first sign of insanity. Her hand was met with a tendril. Her eyes filled with realization and…anger. The normally cheerful woman growled at him before slapping him full across the face. "She thought you were dead and she didn't want to live without you! I made you promise that you'd never hurt her. She's gone and killed herself because-"
No, Slender interrupted her, the hopeless denial ringing clear in his voice. He pushed his way past the two, needing to prove them wrong. No one in this family died; both he and Ellaina were testimonials to that fact. He came into the kitchen and saw her form lying there, unmoving in a puddle of dark red blood. His breathing became sharp, emotions he could not entirely describe taking him over. He came to her side, falling to his knees at her side. Slowly, he brought his hand to the area in her neck that she had sliced into. The wound was deep, and the odds of being able to bring her back to the world of the living seemed impossible.
He pulled his hand away from her neck and instead rested it briefly on her stomach, trying to regain control over his emotions before he would try to heal her wound. This touch made him jump, though. There was…a small, dim life force inside of her. But this beacon of light…it was not entirely Ellaina. Part of it was her but another part seemed to be…him. What could that mean? He tried to think of what it could mean, and when the realization hit him of what it was, his world stood still. Had he eyes, they would be wide with disbelief. This did not seem possible. It could not be possible, yet the proof was inside of her. The proof was dying inside of her.
Slenderman knew that he had to bring her back; he just had to. He could not be responsible for her death and that of the light inside of her. He brought what should have been his lips to her ruined neck, trying to send the healing energy to her. He had never tried to revive a corpse, so he did not know if this was going to work. The wound did close itself after about ten minutes worth of effort, but her body did not move. Ellaina's body remained cold…lifeless.
Please, wake up, Slender whispered into her dead mind, not knowing if there would be some way for her to hear him or not. He brought nonexistent lips to hers, and still nothing happened even after some twenty minutes of trying. Desperation gripped him. She could not be gone from this world. He had come back to the land of mortals in order to be with her, to make her happy. He loved her. She could not just be dead. It was…it was not possible. Ellaina, he half sobbed into her mind, I am here for you. I came back. Please…please wake up. I…I can't live without you. Ellaina…
Raine slowly made her way into the kitchen, the feelings drifting from her old friend and into her mind. The sheer amount of sadness that she felt made tears come to her own eyes. It was so very clear that he loved her above everything else. She knelt beside him and very slowly pulled him away from the body of the woman. She sighed, looking from the dead woman and then back to where his eyes should have been. "Slender…she is gone."
No. No, she cannot be. Raine, do something. Help her, Slenderman answered, his voice tight with the pain of loss. He had thought he had lost her once. He could not lose her again. Please, do something for her. I love her, Lorraine.
The woman knew he meant what he was saying, for he never used her full name unless he was being very serious. She wished there was something she could do, but there was nothing she could do that would bring the woman back. She knew much about the human body, but she could not bring someone back from Death. The truth was the best policy with him though. She replied, "There is nothing I can do, old friend. I wish there was something I could do."
Slenderman grabbed her shoulders, desperate beyond words. No, that is not good enough. She cannot die. If she dies another will go with her.
"You would kill yourself?" Raine replied, alarmed.
No, Slender replied, his voice growing lifeless as he allowed the truth come to him. He took the woman's hand and brought it to Ellaina's stomach area. He allowed his power to transfer to her briefly so she could sense the light that was slowly dimming out inside of the body.
Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her hand quickly away. "Slendy…is she…?"
Yes. Is there nothing we can do?
Raine pulled out a syringe from her pocket. "The chemical…might shock her body awake."
No, I would rather her be gone then suffer that torment. Please…just…leave me. Make sure that Totheark and Anne are alright. He did not look at Raine as she left the room, he only laid his head onto Ellaina's stomach. He turned his attention to the light inside of the dead body. Please, Tiny One, bring her back to us. Bring your Mommy back to the realm of the living.
A/N- I promise to update soon. Don't kill me. *Hands out cookies as a peace offering*