The cabin was dark as Felicia slept silently, snoring and snorting every once in awhile. She silently stirred and opened her eyes. She saw darkness and a small opening in the shape of an open door, leading back into the woods.

She sat up slowly from a homemade wooden bed, lined with the pelt of some kind of mammal. She winced a bit from the pain in her abdomen. She felt a bit cold and noticed her dark pink sweatshirt was off of her body and on the bed next to her. She carefully slid her fingers underneath her blue t-shirt and touched her belly, around the area where it hurt the most.

Felicia brought out her fingers and looked at them, hoping to see blood. But there was no blood on her fingers at all, and she was sure she was stabbed before. She felt the pain from blade shoot into her gut before, and was certain she could not imagine that pain.

But she ignored the pain as she slowly got up off the bed.

"Oh, thank god you're awake!"

She jolted in fright and shook violently. She turned around slowly and saw a dark figure beginning to get up off the floor. She watched as it got to his feet and bring out a small stick from a little pail on the floor, and she watched as he picked up another strange object.

She watched a spark emit from the stick and watched it touch the other dark object, revealing it to be a lantern that instantly lit. She was afraid to see the same man she saw before; pale skin, dark green hair and a black stained shirt, as well as a dark green jacket.

But she noticed he had no neon eyes like before and no sharp teeth. Only emerald colored eyes and regular shaped teeth.

But his lack of scary features did not keep her from shaking in fear.

"Oh… No… It… It's you… Please… Don't hurt me anymore…"

He placed the lit lantern on a small wooden table, then got down on his knees and place his hands on his heart, pleading for mercy.

"Please… Forgive me, miss… Please…"

She screamed at the top of her lungs and instantly scrambled off the bed. He stood back up and watched as she ran as fast as she could out the door and back into the woods. She was beginning to cry tears of fear as she ran faster and faster, trying to get away from the mad man that she remembered stabbed her.

And he watched her run away from his sight, and he bowed his head and sighed.

"Ah… Screw you, Fliqpy! Why'd you have to go and stab her?"

Fliqpy laughed in the mans head.

"She looked pretty tasty. Haven't had blood in awhile, you know. So, when you gonna bring on the meat, pansy?"

The man walked out the cabin and walked behind the house, and looked down at his freshly grown vegetable garden, his food resource for now.

He picked up a dirty plow that was standing against the cabin wall.

"Well, not for a while. You know I hate hunting."

Fliqpy scoffed.

"It's just mammals, dumbass. They got nothing on you and that blade in your pants."

He felt the knife in his pocket and sighed, thinking of its latest victim.

"Just… Shut up…"

She ran as fast as she could, using all the air in her lungs to power her legs. She kept her mind on the man, and his evil and scary eyes and teeth. But she noticed his different features from before she was stabbed by him.

But most of all, she remembered his voice.

"The… The White… Demon…"

She finally ran out of the forest, and found herself in the outskirts of the city. She remembered she dropped her backpack back at school, but she figured that 'dickhead', as she refers to him, has it. She had important papers in that bag and needed it back.

Only problem is, where was the 'dickhead'? And more importantly, where was her pink sweatshirt? She gasped and remembered where it was; curled up and laid out on the bed in the mysterious mans cabin. She shook even more.

But she forgot it and ran down into the city, now knowing where she was going.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I totally understand, Ms. Carter. Yes. Of course."

Shifty was on the phone, behind a worn and dirty looking building. He had Felicias backpack dangling from the elbow of the hand his phone was in, and in his other hand was a water bottle, half empty. And he was smiling the whole time.

"Yes, Ms. Carter. I promise I'll send her back when I see her. Yes. Thank you. Bye now."

He pressed the button on his phone and chuckled.

"God, what a talkative bitch."

"SHIFTY!"

Shifty peered over to his side to see and angry Felicia marching toward her, without her dark pink sweatshirt on. And the cold weather was affecting the poor girl, as it made her t-shirt bare two cone shaped lumps where her breasts were.

Shifty licked his lips.

"Well… Losing your clothes, babe?"

Felicia reached for her bag.

"Gimme my backpack back, Shifty."

Shifty smiled as he raised his hand up high with the bag following it. Since he was taller, she could not reach it now. And she would hate to shame herself in this type of situation.

She crossed her arms.

"Give it to me, Shifty!"

He smiled, a very perverted smile.

"Well, I would. But you won't let me."

Felicia blushed violently and stomped her foot.

"Damn it! Gimme my backpack back!"

He tilted his head, swinging the bag over his head.

"Maybe… If you jump up and down for me."

Felicia grunted and blushed greater. Now her face was as red as her hair. She did not want to embarrass herself in public like this, especially not now after nearly dying. She still had her dignity. That was all she had after all.

She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips.

"I won't. Now gimme my bag back."

Shifty frowned and rolled his eyes.

"Fine."

He lowered the bag to her height, and she reached up to grab it.

"But first…"

He undid the cap of his water bottle and, while her guard was down, splashed the clear liquid onto her chest, revealing her small sized breasts, nearly exposed if it was not for her shirt.

She gasped and covered her breasts, as he licked his lips again.

"Nice pair…"

She stomped her foot onto his, making him lose his grip and drop her back.

"Jackass!"

She bent down to pick up her bag, while Shifty admired her wet breasts.

"Some day, you'll be mine, my girls…"

She stood up and placed her bag on her shoulders and placed her hands on her breasts again.

"Never do that again, Shifty."

He tilted his head.

"Or what?"

She tried to think of an answer, but she was out of ideas. She had no idea how to stick up for herself yet, since nobody could honestly say she looked the least bit frightening. She let out an angry sigh and turned on her heel, then started walking away from her worst enemy.

He called out to her at the last minute.

"Might wanna get home! Your mama's looking for you!"

She called out to her.

"Who the hell cares?!"

She started running now, still covering her damp shirt with her arms. Shifty, still pervy as ever, stared at the back of her pants as she ran away. And he shuddered in pleasure as he walked into the building, emitting the smell and sight of cigarette smoke.

Felicias mother was waiting impatiently by the door, with her arms angrily crossed and her foot tapping. She figured she would go against her orders about coming home after school, and she was looking forward to sinking her teeth straight into her daughter.

Her wish came true as she watched the red head burst through the door.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

She stood still and shook, feeling her mothers wrath already.

"School…"

"Bull. Dylan called me saying you ran off away from him and he didn't see you for hours. You realize it's 7:30?"

She shockingly looked at the clock and realized she was right.

"Oh… Aww, crap. My homework."

She tried walking upstairs to her room, only for her mother to forcefully grab her and spin her around. She stared into her daughters eyes with a fiery glare.

"Felicia… Carter… Tell me… The truth… Where were you?"

Felicia did not want to tell the truth at all, especially to her mother. What would she care if she was stabbed? It would probably make her upset the attack did not finish her off. She swallowed her fear and spoke out.

"Me and Jenny went to the mall, alright? I got some school supplies there, since you won't buy me any. That's the truth."

Her mother did not believe her daughter, but she had no proof that she was lying.

"Where's your sweatshirt?"

Felicia had to think of another lie and fast. She thought of one and spoke out.

"At… Jenny's."

"Why?"

"I… Just left it there…"

Her mother looked down at her wet shirt.

"Why are you all wet?"

Felicia shook in shyness.

"I… Spilled my water bottle…"

And her mother finally let her go.

"I don't believe you. I'm gonna call her. She'll tell me if you're lying or not."

She reached into her pocket and brought out her phone, only to have Felicia grab the phone and keep it away from her mother, who got angry and tried reaching for it.

Finally, out of rage, her mother grabbed her wrist and grabbed her phone, then used her free hand and ran it across her face, making her squeal in pain. Her mother wanted to do more than that, but she kept herself calm and pointed upstairs.

"Room. Now. Grounded."

Felicia grabbed held her red face and began to miserably walk up the stairs. She felt the same pain earlier today from the other person she hated, and she knew two strikes was too much. She cried so many tears as she looked at her angry mother, who once again was looking to call Jenny.

Jenny was Felicia's best friend, who called her Petunia after the fact that she always wears a flower in her blue dyed hair. Petunia was an average girl in the high school, nearly invisible since there was nothing too special about her, much like her red haired friend. They met on Felicias first of school, when she was just as nervous as the red head. They were perfect friends, able to be outcasts together.

Felicia was fast enough to call on her own phone as she locked herself in her room. She hoped and prayed that she would not get a busy phone line, signaling her mother got to her first.

Her prayers were answered as she heard the phone be picked up, and hearing a feminine voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

She panted from exhaustion.

"Petunia? It's... Felicia."

Petunia got concerned.

"Oh. Hey. You ok?"

"Oh! Yeah. Listen, I can't talk long. Listen, my mom's gonna call you soon."

Petunia raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"Why?"

Felicia had to think of something for her friend to say to her mother, so she would not discover the truth about the strange man in the woods. She somehow wanted to keep him a secret, even if she was terrified of him. She wanted to keep her distance from him, but she figured he was already miserable out there, all alone. No need for him to be even more miserable in a cold jail cell.

Felicia got an idea.

"Listen, tell her we went to the mall after school, then we hung out at your place, where I spilled some water on my shirt. She thinks my sweatshirt is at your place. Tell her it is."

Petunia got confused.

"Why? Where is it really?"

Felicia looked around the room, looking for an answer.

"Uh… At school… Left in my locker."

"Why not just tell her tha-"

She screamed as she bawled several more tears.

"I'll explain later, alright?! Just do it, please! I'll talk to you later, alright? Bye."

She pressed the button to hang up on her confused friend and she jumped onto her bed, face first into her pillow. She was so disturbed and disgusted at her life, feeling the pain of both the slap from her boyfriend and now the slap from her mother.

She cried loudly at the pain on her face and the break in her heart. She missed her old life, when her mother was loving and her father was alive and well. She missed her old self as well; she did not like being so skittish and fragile, and she hated her body. It attracted perverts like Shifty.

But she remembered she had work to do.

She sniffled a bit and got up off her bed, then knelt down to her bag and brought out her school folder. She reached into it and pulled out her sheet of homework, then went to her desk with the paper in her hand. She placed it neatly on the wood and turned on the lamp on her desk.

She licked the tip of her pencil and began to work.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jenny?"

"Oh! Hi, Ms. Carter."

"Hi. Listen, was Felicia there with you before?"

"Y-Yeah? Why?"

"She was missing for awhile and she came home without her sweatshirt on. And her shirt was wet. What did you two do?"

Petunia hated to lie just as much as Felicia did, but she had to keep her word to her friend. She sounded so pathetic on the phone, so something must be wrong. She remembered what she was told and spoke to the woman.

"We… Went to the mall. Got the prettiest new dress too! And uh… We went back to my place and watched a movie. Oh, and about her shirt, she accidentally spilled her water. Good thing it was just on her shirt and not on the couch, right?"

Felicias mother noticed the shakiness in her voice.

"I… Suppose so. And her sweatshirt, is it there?"

Petunia nodded and smiled nervously, waving in empty air.

"Yeah, it's right here. It's all wrinkled and everything. No worries, Ms. C!"

"Uh… Ok. Thank you, Jenny."

"Sure, bye!"

And she hung up the phone and placed it gently on the table next to her. She rocked in shame as she stared into space, her heart hurting from the guilt.

Felicia finished the last question of her homework and pushed it to the side. She was a phenomenal student, mostly getting every question she paid attention to right. She was mostly too focused on either her drawing or trying to keep her distance from Shifty to care about school, though.

She looked into the drawer of her desk and brought out her diary. She was finally done crying as she began to write.

Dear Diary,

I have no idea what to think right now. I had the most awful day in my entire life. First of all, my mother grossed me out for not calling Shifty by his real name and she once again called me 'Dandruff Girl.' I hate that name. Hate it. Then, I ran into Dickhead again. He made me get on his bike and I had to ride with him to school. But not before he hit me. Again.

And today at school, Dickhead tried to seduce me, again, and I went to the nurse to get away from him. I was able to get some rest, but I had that dream again. You know, the demons all looking like Shifty and his gang of idiots trying to rape me, and the White Demon comes to save me. I dream that all the time. You know that.

And when I came home today after school, she hit me too after I took her phone. I swear I might as well just write a big SLAP ME on my face. Everyone I know does it. Except for Petunia. I love that girl so much.

But the worst part was after school, when I tried getting away from Dickhead by running into the woods. Big mistake. I ran into a wood cabin, and I met him. I saw him. I saw the White Demon, or at least I think so. He had yellow eyes and sharp teeth, just like the White Demon, and he spoke in the same voice as the White Demon. It was him. And I thought that before he stabbed me. That's right. I was stabbed.

And I woke up, and my wound was healed and I saw him. The White Demon. Only, he had green eyes then and his teeth were normal. But he was still the man that stabbed me, so I ran away and here I am. Only problem is I left my sweatshirt there. I got to get it back, somehow.

I need to go back. I wish I didn't have to though. I'm still scared of him. What if he stabs me again? What if I die this time? Ah, who would miss me. Whatever. Wish me luck, diary. I hope I'll get to talk to you again. Love, Felicia Carter.

She looked out the window and noticed the moon beginning to rise. She decided to wait until nightfall before she left, so she would have a better chance at not being spotted. So she got up and walked over to her backpack and reached in, then brought out her sketch pad and brought it over to the desk. She pulled out a pair of red colored headphones from her desk and popped the stick of them into the hole of her phone where they belonged.

She looked through her phone and chose a song to listen to. She pressed the button and began to doodle again. If anyone were in the room with her, they would hear the sound of beautiful string instruments playing lovely melodies.

She was mocked excessively by either Shifty or the smart aleck kids at school for liking classical music and the sound of violins instead of the normal musical demographic. But that did not stop her from liking it and listening to it when she needed to be calm.

She doodled away until dawn, humming softly the notes of the violin, with a shaky voice in her throat. She loved the sound of the string instrument, and hoped that one day she would meet someone who feels the same about the music she listens to.

After a few hours, she looked outside the window and shook in fear. It was dark and night had fallen on the town and the silhouette of the woods in the far distance.

She got up and took the buds out of her ears, and placed her phone in her pocket. She silently tiptoed out the door and down the stairs, not making the slightest noise to wake her mother. She had to be fast though; she had to get to bed herself. It was a school day tomorrow.

She silently walked out the front door and shut it softly. She gulped hard as she was already beginning to sweat and shake in fear. And she was not even a foot from her front door yet. She was that terrified of the man that stabbed her.

But she had to get her sweatshirt back, or her mother would get suspicious.

She swallowed her fear as she ran to the outskirts of the town, hoping the people were asleep so nobody would notice her. She ran as fast as she could to the edge of the woods and stopped, taking a few heavy breaths and trying to calm herself down.

She sighed in bravery and slowly walked into the woods, trying to remember where the cabin she was at earlier was. Her bad memories of the demon came to her as she continued to walk, as she made sure her feet were light enough so she would not run into him again.

But the more steps she took, the more nervous she became and the more violent her body shook in fear. She felt so sick as she got closer and closer to where she believed the cabin stood. The shade coming from the trees was beginning to block her vision, so she decided to use the light from her cell phone to light the way, making sure it was close to the ground so it would not attract anyone.

And finally, after what seemed like hours of walking through the thick woods, she found the dirty wooden cabin, dark and empty looking from afar. And she continued to shake as she got closer and closer to the door.

She looked through the door and quickly shined her light through the space, finding her sweatshirt on the floor at the foot of the bed. And she saw the demon, sleeping soundly on the worn looking bed, with no blanket to warm his body from the cold of the night.

She lowered the light so she would not wake him up, and she swallowed her fear hard and began to scooch towards the bed, only eying her sweatshirt. She creeped closer and closer to it, still shaking vigorously. She was so scared she was beginning to cry a bit. Even when he was asleep, she was terrified of him.

Her shoe was touching the fabric of her sweatshirt as she looked at the demon one last time, then slowly knelt down and picked it up off the ground. She heaved a silent sigh as she held it close. She gave a short smile as she turned around for the door.

But slowly crawling into the cabin, much to her fright, was a small animal with a tail. She did not make a sound as she stood still and brought out her phone again, then turned on the light and looked around the floor. Finally, she saw something move on her red shoe, and she was shocked to see a small white mouse on her foot.

She was scared of mice. She was scared of bugs. She was scared of snakes. She was scared of danger. She was scared of everything that seemed out of the ordinary.

And her fear got the best of her as she gave a slight yelp and kicked the mouse away. She wished she had not though, as she heard the sound of silent groaning behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see the demon beginning to stir.

He sat up and looked forward, holding his head.

"Huh? Someone there?"

She shook more and more as he sat up.

"Huh? Oh… It's you again. You left your sweatshirt here, you know?"

She continued to shake and cry from fear, too scared to move and too scared to talk. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She noticed he was not wearing the jacket she saw him in before. And she also noticed he had green eyes again, and his teeth were normal.

But she was still so scared of him. And he realized that.

"Look. Sorry for stabbing you, alright? I swear, I didn't mean it. Really. I'm sorry, miss."

She looked around, still shaking but somehow starting to calm down a bit. He gave a concerned look.

"You ok? It still hurt?"

She still shook and still cried, but was somehow becoming more and more calm with every second she sees the demon in his current state. She felt some kind of good feeling from him, and whatever it was it made him feel guilty to look at her.

But still, she shook her head 'no'. He smiled and nodded.

"Good. Glad you're not in pain anymore. Anyway, if you please, I need to be alone."

She nodded and started to walk out the door, but something stopped her in her tracks. She turned around and faced him.

"Y-You… A-Already… A-Are…"

He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, feeling ashamed of what he has done in his life. She noticed that struck a nerve, and she cleared her throat to speak.

"Well… W-We both are… S-Sorry…"

She held the arm holding her sweatshirt in one hand and used the other to shyly hold it.

"I'm… Felicia… Who are you?"

He got confused and looked at her strangely.

"What are you doing?"

She looked around in confusion as well.

"I-I'm… introducing myself?"

He looked at her sadly.

"I… Need to be alone…"

"But you... Already are... Alone... O-Out here… Aren't you?"

He looked down and held his hands behind his back, shuffling his feet. He had no idea how to react to this girl wanting to know about him, especially since he stabbed her earlier that day as well. And she was still shaking in fear of him anyway.

"Yeah… I am… But that's the way it's gotta be."

She actually stopped shaking entirely as she gave him her full attention.

"But… Why? Because… of that other version of you? You know… Sharp teeth? Yellow Eyes?"

He held his head in shame.

"Please don't mention him. I hate him so much. But yeah. You're exactly right."

And he raised his head and gave her a proud look.

"But that's all I'm telling you. So, please…"

He pointed to the door.

"Leave."

She looked at him in sorrow. She felt kinda bad for this man, as he showed he really was sorry and ashamed of his other half. She did not understand him at all, which is why she was so interested in knowing more about him.

She looked outside, then gave him one last glance.

"Can… I… At least… Know your name?"

He was about to sit back down on the bed before he sighed and gave her an angry look.

"Please… Leave me alone… I gotta get back to sleep…"

"I just… Wanna know… Your name… Then… I'll go… I promise…"

"But… Aren't you scared of me?"

She shook her head quickly.

"Terrified."

He did not want to reveal his identity to her at all, as it would either heighten her curiosity or make her even more afraid of him. But if it was for her to leave her alone, he had no choice.

"I… Don't even know who I am… But I gave myself a nickname a couple years ago… My name is Flippy…"

She looked at her feet.

"Flippy…"

She looked back at him.

"Ok… Th-Thank you…"

She almost stepped out the door until he heard him speak one last time.

"And…"

She stopped and looked at him.

"Yeah?"

He smiled and nodded.

"It.. Was nice meeting you… Felicia…"

She nodded and ran out the door. And he watched her shadow leave the area of moonlight by his door. He held his fluttering heart and sat back down onto the bed. He had never seen a more beautiful sight than that before.

And his evil side mocked him for his blushing face.

"What the hell is up with you?"

Flippy jumped at the sound of his evil sides voice.

"Shut up and go back to sleep, Fliqpy."

Fliqpy chuckled in his head.

"Why did you let her go? That could've been dinner for a week for me, you dick."

"Shut up! Don't even think about eating her. She… Doesn't even deserve to know me."

He bowed his head and heaved his legs onto the bed, then brought his knees up to his face and dug his head into them, hiding his expression from anyone.

"I deserve to be alone… I can't risk anymore lives because of you, Fliqpy."

He thought of the girl who was just here. How scared she was of him. The terrified expression on her face as she watched him get up. And he felt more and more ashamed the more times he thinks of her.

"Especially… A pretty girl's life…"

He finally laid down and rested his head on the straw stuffed mattress. He had no pillow, no blanket, nothing to keep him warm or comfy at night. Just what he deserved.

And overhearing his speech, Felicia blushed violently and held her heart. She had just heard the same man who stabbed her call her pretty, the only person for a long time to call her pretty. She could not, nor did she want to, believe her ears as she whispered.

"He… Just called me pretty…"

He heard her and sat up.

"Felicia? You still out there?"

She jumped and began to run off, clutching her sweatshirt and thinking of the man. How mysterious he was. How enchanting. How confusing.

"Flippy…"

She continued to run along, still wondering about the strange man and shivering a bit from the cold autumn night. She did not care if she would run into animals or bugs, as she felt a bit happy, for the first time in a very long time.

Someone finally finds her pretty.

And as she reached the outskirts of the town, she began to slip on her sweatshirt, feeling safe and secure to be out of the woods. And as she walked down the hill towards the town, she looked up to the night sky. She noticed how big the moon was, and how bright it was.

And she walked down her street, still feeling her fluttering heart after being complimented. She stepped in front of her door and looked back at the silhouette of the woods. She noticed how dark it was from a distance. And she remembered how scared she was to go in them before.

And she remembered the strange man. She remembered his shameful face. His calming voice. His innocent demeanor. And how bad she felt for him. Somehow, she did not seem so bad anymore. Perhaps all he needed was company. Someone to call a friend. Much like her. But he was still too dangerous to be around, innocent or not. She still wanted to keep her distance from him.

But at least he was nice to her.

She slowly turned the knob of the door and silently shut it. She was glad to know that her mother was still asleep, as she could hear her obnoxious snoring. She silently tiptoed upstairs, keeping her feet light. And she turned the knob of her bedroom door and opened it ever so slightly.

She walked into her room and realized she had her sweatshirt back. She had to make sure her mother would not notice, so she quickly went to her backpack and forcefully stuffed the sweatshirt into it, making the bag look way too overstuffed to be normal. But it would pass as normal for someone like her mother.

She quickly changed her outfit, and got into her white nightgown. She was probably the only girl in her whole school who wore a nightgown to bed. But she did not care, as she liked wearing it. She felt like an elegant woman when she wore it, the only thing to make her feel even the least bit attractive.

Except for Flippy.

She thought of him once again as she flipped the lightswitch off. She walked over to her window to shut the blinds and saw the woods one last time. She thought of the scary dark area around the cabin. She thought of the wooden house. She thought of the strange man. And she heard his words ringing in her ears as she began to shut the blinds.

I can't risk anymore lives because of you Fliqpy… Especially… A pretty girl's life

She finally pulled the blinds closed and she walked over to the bed, in which she slowly crawled in. She pulled the soft blanket over her, feeling its comforting warmth. She rested her head on her pillow, letting its soft fluffiness cover her red hair.

And she shut her eyes, and thought of Flippy one last time, hoping she will dream of The White Demon once again.

Somehow, someway, she wanted to dream about nearly being killed by The White Demon. Something about him just drew her closer and closer to him, whether it be his image, or his bravery, or the fact that he finds her beautiful. Or perhaps, she only cared that she gets to watch him kill Shifty. Again and again.

And she did something she had not done for quite some time. Something she figured she would never do for the rest of her life. Something that made her feel better.

She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

(There's a new poll about the choices for the next story on my profile. I'd appreciate it if you'd vote.)