Slender Man – L Lawliet (Part 2)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
I kept calm, my body feeling light with relief. My mouth trembled a little as I answered back.
"Hello, Light."
"Ryuzaki! What happened? Are you okay?"
To many questions and very little, precious time. I breathe in deeply trying to calm myself even further. I had to stay quiet.
"Ryuzaki, are you still-"
"Light, I need to be quick. That thing is a man called slender man. You and the team need to research and find me. All I know is that I am in a construction site outside of the forest. Please do not call this phone after this call. Goodbye."
Before Light could respond I hung up. I quietly made my way to the small bed. I sat down and began to calmly think. Light was going to tell them, he would forget he was Kira and help me. I felt the hope swell in my chest, making me feel almost happy again. That is until I hear a loud SCREEEEEEECH! My heart suddenly jumps into my throat; I could feel my pulse begin to beat quicker by the second. Step. Step. Step. Step. Stop.
It stopped. Right in front of my door. My breath began to quicken uncontrollably as the door knob wiggles a little. Then… Click. It popped open, letting a little light peek in. Before I could even begin to crawl away from the general direction of the door a hand slipped through. The most morbid hand I've ever witnessed. From what little light could be used I could see the patches of rotting flesh, the missing fingers replaced with small razors. Before I could examine further a light flicked on. The door then slammed open and…
I screamed.
She seemed to find this funny; her rotted face stretching into a smirk. Skin flaked off of her, and she strides her way towards me.
"Hello there."
Her voice sounded as soft as cotton, but as scratchy as thorns. An odd combination that left my skin crawling.
"We have been waiting for so long…"
Her arms outstretch towards me, globs of skin flaking off. I could feel the vile coming up, I just couldn't stop it. Worse was that it got on her; all over her. She just stood there, basking in the glory that was my vomit. Then her shoulders began shaking. This ugly sound suddenly began to trickle up her spine and explode on me. She was laughing.
"Did you need a little burp there, baby?"
She began to laugh again, almost making me throw up again. She then seems to ponder something. Her eyes (or what was left of the shriveled up things) twinkled with excitement suddenly. She then ducks under me. I screech, curling my legs up. This seems to be the reaction she was looking for because she laughs. When she remerges from underneath the bed she holds a small box. The box was wrapped with simple newspaper and tape. She holds it out towards me. I shake my head, hoping she doesn't see the trembling. She then looks angry and throws the gift on the bed.
"Fine then! I try to be nice and this is what I get! Some son you are! He should have taken that brat back there, the one with white hair…"
She turns on her heels and stomps away, slamming the door shut behind her. A soft click echoes in my room. My room…