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*Jeff Point of View*

I had no idea why I was out in the middle of the forest, especially when I knew it was bound to start pouring again. Hell, it had been raining all fucking day, and it sure as hell didn't look like it was ready to clear up when I left the mansion. Even as I stood out in the middle of the woods, staring up at the god forsaken sky, I could tell that another drizzle was on its way. What the hell was a doing? I didn't even know. There wouldn't be anyone out here in the forest, not after a storm and with another on its way- so I had no reason to be here. Ah well, there was nothing I could do about the whether or the lack of fresh meat. As much as I wanted to I wasn't exactly allowed to go out into town- I'd been grounded for two weeks and I still had another three days to go before I was allowed to actually hunt in town. Until then I had to make do with any dumbass that came into the forest- but even that was difficult. Slenderman, Rake, BOB, Ferra, Grave- all of them hunted in these woods. So I had a lot of competition- so much that I hadn't been the one to kill any of the twenty victims I'd encountered this week. Not one. Slender had snagged half of em while I chased em. Ferra and her bastard kids had gotten hold of the rest before I even had a chance to pull out my knife. A chill ran down my spine at the memory of Rake ripping a victims guts out and feeding them to his girlfriend- and people call me sick! Ah well, I don't even know why I bothered trying to hunt when I was up against five other killers- especially when they were all built to catch people and rip their throats out.

I sighed and looked up at the sky to glare at the clouds- stupid fucking fluffs of air. I felt like they were mocking me, making fun of the fact that I hadn't shed anyone's blood in nearly two weeks. The only thing that kept me from growling at the sky was the fact that I knew Ferra was nearby, and I didn't want that stupid bitch showing up thinking that my snarl was a mating call. Honestly, sometimes I wondered whether or not that, whatever the fuck she is, had an off switch. All she seemed to do was kill, eat, sleep, have sex, and pop out mutant babies. I sighed and reached into the pocket of my hoody to grab my knife- I ran the tip of my thumb across the blade. I didn't cut myself though.

“E-ex-cuse m-me s-sir...” A chicks voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned my head to the side in disbelief, and I spotted a woman in fucked up clothing out of the corner of my eye. I barely repressed a laugh when I caught that glance of her. The dumb broad had probably ruined her clothes trying to get away from Ferra or her little brats. If that wasn't it, then she'd probably been camping out here and gotten lost. Either way, she and I were all alone, and I had two weeks of bloodshed to catch up on. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“D-do y-y-you m-mind g-giving m-me a-a p-p-place t-to s-sleep f-for t-the n-night?...” I heard her stutter through her chattering teeth, and my permanent smile widened upon hearing her words. Oh my, not only had a victim so casually walked up to me, now she was asking me to put her to sleep! Ah, it was almost to good to be true- she just waltzed up to me and begged for a swift death! Granted, she didn't seem to have any idea what she was asking for, but still, she asked for it. I turned around to fully face her just in time to watch jump and stiffen. I didn't need to think long to realize why she'd jumped- she'd been walking towards me and I suddenly showed her my deformed face. Honestly I'm surprised the dumb bitch didn't piss herself. I was even more surprised when her expression suddenly changed to one of worry.

“A-are y-you a-a-alright?...” She asked me hesitantly before she closed her eyes tightly and started trembling like a dog. I took that as the perfect opportunity to move as close to her as I possibly could without touching her. I stood perfectly still and waited for her to slow her shaking long enough to open her eyes, and my forever smile widened when she jumped upon seeing how close I'd gotten to her. To my slight irritation, when she looked up at me she didn't begin to cower in fear immediately. Seriously, she hadn't realized how dangerous I was yet? I mean there I was, staring down at her, my face as fucked up as it was, and all she did was look up at me like she expected a response to her dumbass questions. Well, seeing as I hadn't had any fun for a while, I figured it wouldn't hurt to mess with her for a bit before I cut her up.

“You... Want to sleep?...” I asked calmly, knowing that my selected tone would more than likely make her try to escape from me. But she didn't do anything like that- she didn't do anything at all. She just stood there and stared at me like the stupid bitch she was. I don't even know how long it took the damn broad to finally give me a response- and all she did was nod her head. God, she was being such a fucking buzz kill. Still, I decided to keep pushing to see what she'd react to. So I laughed at her and took a step closer to her- we were so close that our chests would have touched had we both taken a deep breath.

“Sure... I'll make you sleep~” I cooed, as I reached into the pocket of my hoody to retrieve my knife, but since she was so focused on my face she had no idea what I was up to. In a flash I had my trusty knife danging in front of her face, and I saw her eyes widen in shock before she turned to try and run. Ha, that's what I'd been waiting for! I reached out and grab her before she took her second step, and I pulled her flush against me. I wrapped my arm around her neck to keep hold of her, and I barely repressed a laugh- she was so going to freak! Well, that's what I'd hoped. Instead of flipping out and begging for me to let her go, she went limp and kept on trembling like a fucking chihuahua! She didn't fight back at all! She put her head on my shoulder and shook- and since her clothes were wet, my hoody got wet. Damn, this chick was cold- and I meant in both senses of the word. She wasn't scared of me at all! Her fucking skin was cold as ice! I bet that if I touched her skin she'd think I burned her with a match! Well scaring this bitch was going to be a challenge. I decided to see how she'd react to a little pain. I held my knife up to her face and sliced her cheek open with it. She flinched, but still didn't give me the reaction I wanted. Obviously I needed to play with her for a while if I wanted to see some fear- alright, time for some fun. I laughed as I dragged my knife from her cheek to her throat, and since I wanted to see some fear I made sure not to cut the skin on her neck. Such a sensitive area, the throat, one little slip and I'd have her bleeding to death in my arms. I decided to try and freak her out by humming a little song I'd heard as a kid- pity I couldn't remember the name of it.

Hell, I didn't even know the words to the song anymore- I just knew how it sounded. I felt her lean on me a little more after I started humming. Well, that idea backfired- usually people started to freak out when I that kinda thing. Anyone would admit that listening to a peaceful song while being slowly killed was terrifying- even I had to admit that the idea doing that kinda thing to me freaked me out. I moved my knife down her stomach, and I slipped it under her shirt- damn her skin was fucking cold. I lifted my blade so that I could see the tip of it at the collar of her shirt, then with a flick of the wrist I cut the grimy piece of cloth in half. I kept humming as I stared over her shoulder to keep an eye on my knife while I cut her, but since the song wasn't scaring her I guess I was doing it more for me. Hey, it was a good song, why stop before I finished it? As they say, “The show must go on”- what would my audience of one think if I started and never finished? She'd probably think I was just some weirdo out to give her a scare. Well, technically I was weird and I was trying to scare her, but unlike the everyday creep I really was going to kill her. She just stood there leaning on me while I littered her body with cuts. She didn't flinch, or whimper, or show any signs of fear as I stained my knife red with her blood. Honestly, I was surprised at how well she was keeping calm. From where I was standing, I could clearly see her blood soaking into her filthy pants, so I knew that she was aware of how badly she was bleeding. Well, how badly she seemed to be bleeding. The cuts I littered her with were painful and bled a lot, but they were far from life threatening. After a while I got bored and decided to just kill the dumb bitch, seeing as she didn't seem willing to get scared and piss herself like I wanted her to.

I lifted my knife to her chest and dragged the tip around the area where I knew her heart would be, but I didn't just shove the blade in and get it over with. Figured I might as well try my luck at freaking her out last second- sometimes people didn't flip until their lives were flashing behind their eyes. So, I slowly pressed and tensed up in case she started struggling.

“Wait...” She suddenly whispered, catching me off guard and making me jump. Well, actually I wasn't off guard- I was on high alert. You know, focusing on something so intensely that any sudden movements of sound will startle you. Yeah, that's what happened- I was to focused on her. We locked eyes and I just stared for who knows how long.

“W-will you, do s-something for me, b-before you kill me?...” She asked me. Her voice was so quiet I barely heard her. I cocked my head to stare at her- she stared right back at me. I wanted to say that I expected her to start begging for her life. I wanted to say that she was scared out of her mind and on the brink of pissing herself. I wanted to say a lot of things- but I would have been lying if I had. There wasn't any fear in her eyes, hell, she almost looked like she wanted to thank me for killing her. No fear, just, what was it, sadness? God, it was such a pitiful expression- it was like looking at a hurt puppy. Made me wanna hightail it as far away from her as possible- not to mention puke my guts out. I cocked my head a little more to stare at her- there was a hesitant look in her, sorrowful, eyes.

“Will... You k-kiss me?...” She asked me hesitantly, looking as if she was on the brink of tears. As if I hadn't already been confused by her crazy ass behavior already- now she was asking me to fucking kiss her? Was this fucking nuts?! I was some completely fucking dumbfounded that all I could do was gawk at her like a goddamn idiot! Then it started raining again- fan fucking tastic.

“I-I've never kissed a-anyone before... P-please... I-I want do d-die, knowing w-what it f-feels like...” She said in what had to be the most pathetic fucking voice I'd ever heard- and I'd been killing people for the past seven years! I mean, I had people begging me not to end their worthless lies on a regular basis- and they never had any effect on me! God- she was actually so pathetic that I couldn't help but consider giving in and giving the damn bitch a fucking kiss! Then she started crying. Her lip quivered, and she bunched up her face because she was trying not to show it- but damn, the rain can only hide so much. I tore my eyes away from her to try and fight my inner turmoil, and I seriously contemplated just cutting my losses and killing her while she wasn't paying attention to my knife. But I couldn't. I just fucking couldn't. ZALGO give me strength you sick son of a bitch!

“Fine!” I snarled as I turned my gaze back to hers, and we locked eyes for a second or so before I made my move. I hesitantly put our lips together, because fuck, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I'm not referring to kissing- I'd done that plenty of times before- I mean that I don't know why the hell I'm doing this to someone for no fucking reason beside them asking me to. I saw her close her eyes, so I stuck my tongue out to lick her lips- I wanted to figure out what the damn bitch actually knew about kissing. I was actually a little surprised that she opened her mouth for me- but I immediately regretted putting my tongue in her mouth. She tasted fucking foul! God- had she not brushed her teeth for a fucking week?! No, it had to be longer than that. Without meaning to I unwrapped my arm from her neck to grab her hair, then I deepened the kiss. Why the hell I did that instead of pulling back and puking, I had no fucking idea- but thats what I wound up doing, deepening the kiss. She fumbled around for a while, trying to kiss me back, but she didn't do a very good job. When I couldn't stand the ungodly taste of her mouth anymore I yanked her face away from mine and put my arm back around her throat to make sure she wouldn't try to run. Then I stared at her for a few seconds to register her reaction. She looked fucking depressed- ready to die. Hell, she kinda looked ready to thank me for killing her. Suddenly she smiled at me.

“T-thank you, for that...” She said in that same, pathetic voice she'd used to convince me to kiss her, then she turned her head and lent it on my shoulder so that she could stare at the sky. I stared at her dumbfounded for a second, before I started humming again to try and calm my own nerves. This chick- something about her was WAY fucking off. Who in their right mind asks a murderer to kiss them, then thanks them for killing them? I tried to figure that out as I tried to re-angle my knife for a quick, easy kill. I had the feeling that killing her slowly wouldn't bring me the fear I wanted to see in her eyes- she'd of probably just stared at me with that same, dejected expression that she had before I kissed her. Through the rain, I somehow managed to hear her sigh when I found the best spot to stab her- the spot that would result in an immediate, painless death. Then I tried to stab her. I put all of my willpower into ending her godforsaken life. But I just fucking couldn't. My arm wouldn't move- I couldn't make the blade pierce her skin. If I had been able to close my eyes, I would have clenched them shut and screamed. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't fucking do it. What was the point? She was practically begging me for it and I couldn't- but why? Growling, I put my knife back in my pocket and let go of her, and I took a step back. I was completely prepared to send her off to die out in the woods, but I never had the opportunity to tell her to get lost- because she just collapsed. She just plopped face first into the mud and didn't move a fucking muscle.

Great, just fucking great. I knelt down next to her to roll her onto her back, and that was when I spotted the condition of her clothes. The insides of them were just as filthy as the outside- ever her fucking bra was a disgusting, blackish brown color. That wasn't it- her ribs were showing, and she had some kind of ugly rash spreading around her chest. God, that rash actually looked like it hurt- she must have been in a lot of fucking pain. No wonder she wanted me to kill her- the damn broad was suffering. I sighed angrily- who the fuck could do this, or let this happen to someone? Now, what I wanted to know what how the hell she wound up in this state in the first place. Since I couldn't just leave her there to die, I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder- it was disgusting how light she was. I probably could of flung her around like a rag doll if I'd wanted to. Yeah, I was definitely going to get some information out of her as soon as she woke up. But first, I had to get her home and clean her up- I wasn't about to have her die on me. So I started towards Slenderman's mansion- and I hoped that I wouldn't bump into anyone on the way there. I wasn't in the mood to explain why I was bringing one of my victims home with me...

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*Jeff Point of View*

I had no idea why I was out in the middle of the forest, especially when I knew it was bound to start pouring again. Hell, it had been raining all fucking day, and it sure as hell didn't look like it was ready to clear up when I left the mansion. Even as I stood out in the middle of the woods, staring up at the god forsaken sky, I could tell that another drizzle was on its way. What the hell was a doing? I didn't even know. There wouldn't be anyone out here in the forest, not after a storm and with another on its way- so I had no reason to be here. Ah well, there was nothing I could do about the whether or the lack of fresh meat. As much as I wanted to I wasn't exactly allowed to go out into town- I'd been grounded for two weeks and I still had another three days to go before I was allowed to actually hunt in town. Until then I had to make do with any dumbass that came into the forest- but even that was difficult. Slenderman, Rake, BOB, Ferra, Grave- all of them hunted in these woods. So I had a lot of competition- so much that I hadn't been the one to kill any of the twenty victims I'd encountered this week. Not one. Slender had snagged half of em while I chased em. Ferra and her bastard kids had gotten hold of the rest before I even had a chance to pull out my knife. A chill ran down my spine at the memory of Rake ripping a victims guts out and feeding them to his girlfriend- and people call me sick! Ah well, I don't even know why I bothered trying to hunt when I was up against five other killers- especially when they were all built to catch people and rip their throats out.

I sighed and looked up at the sky to glare at the clouds- stupid fucking fluffs of air. I felt like they were mocking me, making fun of the fact that I hadn't shed anyone's blood in nearly two weeks. The only thing that kept me from growling at the sky was the fact that I knew Ferra was nearby, and I didn't want that stupid bitch showing up thinking that my snarl was a mating call. Honestly, sometimes I wondered whether or not that, whatever the fuck she is, had an off switch. All she seemed to do was kill, eat, sleep, have sex, and pop out mutant babies. I sighed and reached into the pocket of my hoody to grab my knife- I ran the tip of my thumb across the blade. I didn't cut myself though.

“E-ex-cuse m-me s-sir...” A chicks voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned my head to the side in disbelief, and I spotted a woman in fucked up clothing out of the corner of my eye. I barely repressed a laugh when I caught that glance of her. The dumb broad had probably ruined her clothes trying to get away from Ferra or her little brats. If that wasn't it, then she'd probably been camping out here and gotten lost. Either way, she and I were all alone, and I had two weeks of bloodshed to catch up on. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“D-do y-y-you m-mind g-giving m-me a-a p-p-place t-to s-sleep f-for t-the n-night?...” I heard her stutter through her chattering teeth, and my permanent smile widened upon hearing her words. Oh my, not only had a victim so casually walked up to me, now she was asking me to put her to sleep! Ah, it was almost to good to be true- she just waltzed up to me and begged for a swift death! Granted, she didn't seem to have any idea what she was asking for, but still, she asked for it. I turned around to fully face her just in time to watch jump and stiffen. I didn't need to think long to realize why she'd jumped- she'd been walking towards me and I suddenly showed her my deformed face. Honestly I'm surprised the dumb bitch didn't piss herself. I was even more surprised when her expression suddenly changed to one of worry.

“A-are y-you a-a-alright?...” She asked me hesitantly before she closed her eyes tightly and started trembling like a dog. I took that as the perfect opportunity to move as close to her as I possibly could without touching her. I stood perfectly still and waited for her to slow her shaking long enough to open her eyes, and my forever smile widened when she jumped upon seeing how close I'd gotten to her. To my slight irritation, when she looked up at me she didn't begin to cower in fear immediately. Seriously, she hadn't realized how dangerous I was yet? I mean there I was, staring down at her, my face as fucked up as it was, and all she did was look up at me like she expected a response to her dumbass questions. Well, seeing as I hadn't had any fun for a while, I figured it wouldn't hurt to mess with her for a bit before I cut her up.

“You... Want to sleep?...” I asked calmly, knowing that my selected tone would more than likely make her try to escape from me. But she didn't do anything like that- she didn't do anything at all. She just stood there and stared at me like the stupid bitch she was. I don't even know how long it took the damn broad to finally give me a response- and all she did was nod her head. God, she was being such a fucking buzz kill. Still, I decided to keep pushing to see what she'd react to. So I laughed at her and took a step closer to her- we were so close that our chests would have touched had we both taken a deep breath.

“Sure... I'll make you sleep~” I cooed, as I reached into the pocket of my hoody to retrieve my knife, but since she was so focused on my face she had no idea what I was up to. In a flash I had my trusty knife danging in front of her face, and I saw her eyes widen in shock before she turned to try and run. Ha, that's what I'd been waiting for! I reached out and grab her before she took her second step, and I pulled her flush against me. I wrapped my arm around her neck to keep hold of her, and I barely repressed a laugh- she was so going to freak! Well, that's what I'd hoped. Instead of flipping out and begging for me to let her go, she went limp and kept on trembling like a fucking chihuahua! She didn't fight back at all! She put her head on my shoulder and shook- and since her clothes were wet, my hoody got wet. Damn, this chick was cold- and I meant in both senses of the word. She wasn't scared of me at all! Her fucking skin was cold as ice! I bet that if I touched her skin she'd think I burned her with a match! Well scaring this bitch was going to be a challenge. I decided to see how she'd react to a little pain. I held my knife up to her face and sliced her cheek open with it. She flinched, but still didn't give me the reaction I wanted. Obviously I needed to play with her for a while if I wanted to see some fear- alright, time for some fun. I laughed as I dragged my knife from her cheek to her throat, and since I wanted to see some fear I made sure not to cut the skin on her neck. Such a sensitive area, the throat, one little slip and I'd have her bleeding to death in my arms. I decided to try and freak her out by humming a little song I'd heard as a kid- pity I couldn't remember the name of it.

Hell, I didn't even know the words to the song anymore- I just knew how it sounded. I felt her lean on me a little more after I started humming. Well, that idea backfired- usually people started to freak out when I that kinda thing. Anyone would admit that listening to a peaceful song while being slowly killed was terrifying- even I had to admit that the idea doing that kinda thing to me freaked me out. I moved my knife down her stomach, and I slipped it under her shirt- damn her skin was fucking cold. I lifted my blade so that I could see the tip of it at the collar of her shirt, then with a flick of the wrist I cut the grimy piece of cloth in half. I kept humming as I stared over her shoulder to keep an eye on my knife while I cut her, but since the song wasn't scaring her I guess I was doing it more for me. Hey, it was a good song, why stop before I finished it? As they say, “The show must go on”- what would my audience of one think if I started and never finished? She'd probably think I was just some weirdo out to give her a scare. Well, technically I was weird and I was trying to scare her, but unlike the everyday creep I really was going to kill her. She just stood there leaning on me while I littered her body with cuts. She didn't flinch, or whimper, or show any signs of fear as I stained my knife red with her blood. Honestly, I was surprised at how well she was keeping calm. From where I was standing, I could clearly see her blood soaking into her filthy pants, so I knew that she was aware of how badly she was bleeding. Well, how badly she seemed to be bleeding. The cuts I littered her with were painful and bled a lot, but they were far from life threatening. After a while I got bored and decided to just kill the dumb bitch, seeing as she didn't seem willing to get scared and piss herself like I wanted her to.

I lifted my knife to her chest and dragged the tip around the area where I knew her heart would be, but I didn't just shove the blade in and get it over with. Figured I might as well try my luck at freaking her out last second- sometimes people didn't flip until their lives were flashing behind their eyes. So, I slowly pressed and tensed up in case she started struggling.

“Wait...” She suddenly whispered, catching me off guard and making me jump. Well, actually I wasn't off guard- I was on high alert. You know, focusing on something so intensely that any sudden movements of sound will startle you. Yeah, that's what happened- I was to focused on her. We locked eyes and I just stared for who knows how long.

“W-will you, do s-something for me, b-before you kill me?...” She asked me. Her voice was so quiet I barely heard her. I cocked my head to stare at her- she stared right back at me. I wanted to say that I expected her to start begging for her life. I wanted to say that she was scared out of her mind and on the brink of pissing herself. I wanted to say a lot of things- but I would have been lying if I had. There wasn't any fear in her eyes, hell, she almost looked like she wanted to thank me for killing her. No fear, just, what was it, sadness? God, it was such a pitiful expression- it was like looking at a hurt puppy. Made me wanna hightail it as far away from her as possible- not to mention puke my guts out. I cocked my head a little more to stare at her- there was a hesitant look in her, sorrowful, eyes.

“Will... You k-kiss me?...” She asked me hesitantly, looking as if she was on the brink of tears. As if I hadn't already been confused by her crazy ass behavior already- now she was asking me to fucking kiss her? Was this fucking nuts?! I was some completely fucking dumbfounded that all I could do was gawk at her like a goddamn idiot! Then it started raining again- fan fucking tastic.

“I-I've never kissed a-anyone before... P-please... I-I want do d-die, knowing w-what it f-feels like...” She said in what had to be the most pathetic fucking voice I'd ever heard- and I'd been killing people for the past seven years! I mean, I had people begging me not to end their worthless lies on a regular basis- and they never had any effect on me! God- she was actually so pathetic that I couldn't help but consider giving in and giving the damn bitch a fucking kiss! Then she started crying. Her lip quivered, and she bunched up her face because she was trying not to show it- but damn, the rain can only hide so much. I tore my eyes away from her to try and fight my inner turmoil, and I seriously contemplated just cutting my losses and killing her while she wasn't paying attention to my knife. But I couldn't. I just fucking couldn't. ZALGO give me strength you sick son of a bitch!

“Fine!” I snarled as I turned my gaze back to hers, and we locked eyes for a second or so before I made my move. I hesitantly put our lips together, because fuck, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I'm not referring to kissing- I'd done that plenty of times before- I mean that I don't know why the hell I'm doing this to someone for no fucking reason beside them asking me to. I saw her close her eyes, so I stuck my tongue out to lick her lips- I wanted to figure out what the damn bitch actually knew about kissing. I was actually a little surprised that she opened her mouth for me- but I immediately regretted putting my tongue in her mouth. She tasted fucking foul! God- had she not brushed her teeth for a fucking week?! No, it had to be longer than that. Without meaning to I unwrapped my arm from her neck to grab her hair, then I deepened the kiss. Why the hell I did that instead of pulling back and puking, I had no fucking idea- but thats what I wound up doing, deepening the kiss. She fumbled around for a while, trying to kiss me back, but she didn't do a very good job. When I couldn't stand the ungodly taste of her mouth anymore I yanked her face away from mine and put my arm back around her throat to make sure she wouldn't try to run. Then I stared at her for a few seconds to register her reaction. She looked fucking depressed- ready to die. Hell, she kinda looked ready to thank me for killing her. Suddenly she smiled at me.

“T-thank you, for that...” She said in that same, pathetic voice she'd used to convince me to kiss her, then she turned her head and lent it on my shoulder so that she could stare at the sky. I stared at her dumbfounded for a second, before I started humming again to try and calm my own nerves. This chick- something about her was WAY fucking off. Who in their right mind asks a murderer to kiss them, then thanks them for killing them? I tried to figure that out as I tried to re-angle my knife for a quick, easy kill. I had the feeling that killing her slowly wouldn't bring me the fear I wanted to see in her eyes- she'd of probably just stared at me with that same, dejected expression that she had before I kissed her. Through the rain, I somehow managed to hear her sigh when I found the best spot to stab her- the spot that would result in an immediate, painless death. Then I tried to stab her. I put all of my willpower into ending her godforsaken life. But I just fucking couldn't. My arm wouldn't move- I couldn't make the blade pierce her skin. If I had been able to close my eyes, I would have clenched them shut and screamed. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't fucking do it. What was the point? She was practically begging me for it and I couldn't- but why? Growling, I put my knife back in my pocket and let go of her, and I took a step back. I was completely prepared to send her off to die out in the woods, but I never had the opportunity to tell her to get lost- because she just collapsed. She just plopped face first into the mud and didn't move a fucking muscle.

Great, just fucking great. I knelt down next to her to roll her onto her back, and that was when I spotted the condition of her clothes. The insides of them were just as filthy as the outside- ever her fucking bra was a disgusting, blackish brown color. That wasn't it- her ribs were showing, and she had some kind of ugly rash spreading around her chest. God, that rash actually looked like it hurt- she must have been in a lot of fucking pain. No wonder she wanted me to kill her- the damn broad was suffering. I sighed angrily- who the fuck could do this, or let this happen to someone? Now, what I wanted to know what how the hell she wound up in this state in the first place. Since I couldn't just leave her there to die, I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder- it was disgusting how light she was. I probably could of flung her around like a rag doll if I'd wanted to. Yeah, I was definitely going to get some information out of her as soon as she woke up. But first, I had to get her home and clean her up- I wasn't about to have her die on me. So I started towards Slenderman's mansion- and I hoped that I wouldn't bump into anyone on the way there. I wasn't in the mood to explain why I was bringing one of my victims home with me...