The city was loud, giving Y/n a low headache. She covered her eyes with her hand to keep the sun away and continued walking. She didn't know where she was going or how long she'd be in the city, but she did know that she was getting more bloodthirsty by the minuet.
Just stabbing somebody made her crave the feeling of her knife sinking into someone's skin. Maybe she had an addiction, not that she'd ever try to quit if that was the case.
Her eyes scanned the people that passed her, looking for a suitable victim. Then her eyes caught on someone. It was a woman. She had stuck out because of her fancy clothes and flashy makeup.
Y/n started to discreetly follow the woman, watching as she walked into a coffee shop. The woman went to the counter as Y/n sat down in a booth. Y/n waited until the woman stood up to use the bathroom, following behind her.
The woman was taking a call, fixing her lipstick in the mirror. Not noticing her stalker.
"Yeah She was supposed to meet me here, but I'm starting to think she stood me up." She complained.
There were unintelligible words coming from the phone. Y/n waited until their conversation was over, pulled out her knife and quickly grabbed the woman by the hair. Lifting her neck so it'd be easier to slit. But like usual, even though it served no purpose, she liked to taunt her victims.
The woman didn't scream, just gasped before being dragged into a bathroom stall then into y/n's lap. Y/n held her knife to the woman's throat, still pulling her hair.
"Hey, why didn't you try to scream?" Y/n questioned in a happy tone.
The woman shook, her hands gripping y/n's wrist. "Because... you would kill me.. if I did.." she spoke slowly, a cautious tone.
"Your right." Y/n began to press the knife into her neck at a slow pace.
The woman winced, holding onto y/n's wrist tighter. "What is it you want? Money? I can give you all I have.. there's 500$ in my purse.." she begged, scooting up in y/n's lap, trying to reach her purse.
"Don't. Fucking. move." Y/n whispered in the woman's ear. gripping her hair tighter, she listened as footsteps walked right by their stall.
The sink turned on then off and with that, they were the only people in the bathroom. Y/n felt tears brush by her hand.
"I'm not sure if I wanna kill you or not. Maybe your not the right one." Y/n sighed.
"Please- I have a family-"
"Oh. Now I am. I've heard that atleast 30 times. It gets boring after a while."
Small shrieks came from the woman as the knife dug into her throat. And that was that.
Blood sprayed across the stall walls, leaving Y/n a bloody mess. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't done this in a while, or the fact that she was sick. Sick in the head. She hadn't though about it, but it made her feel some sense of euphoria. Seeing blood spray from that woman's neck. Of course she couldn't think about it for too long. The blood pool coming out from under the stall would raise red flags.
She pushed the corpse off of her lap and decided to try and clean up to avoid drawing any more attention. She took a "under construction" sign and put it outside the door.
She first used the sink to clean up her clothes. She turned to the giant blood on the floor and gave up. Atleast nobody would go in there for awhile.
She walked out of the bathroom and quickly left the restaurant. Not bothering to turn back.
She entered the forest again, listening as the leaves crunched under her steps. Then she heard another. Another pair of footsteps.
She turned to survey the area, but found nothing. She continued walking. Then a strange feeling washed over her. Like she was being watched. She went deeper into the forest, hoping whatever was watching her would come out.
Before she could process it, she felt a hand grab her shoulder and spin her around.
"WH-" she began to shout, but stopped when she saw who it was. It was Jeff.
"You are a fucking idiot, Y/n." He spoke with an urgent tone.
"What?"
"You are on every fucking news channel. There is police everywhere! They're looking for you." He raised his voice, taking his hand off of her shoulder.
"It was just two people." She sighed, assuming he was overreacting.
"Yeah? well that guy you stabbed was a GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL." He shouted. "They want you in prison Y/n."
Her heart dropped. She hadn't though of what would happen if she hurt someone important. She thought about it for a second, then began walking back, ignoring Jeff's presence.
"Where are you going?!" He shouted at her.
"To hide out? What else am I supposed to do?"
"Just know that slenderman is pissed at you. He's ready to rip you apart." He snickered.
"It's not my fault.. I was just stressed. That's what I do when I'm stressed." Y/n sighed.
"What we're you stressed about?" He asked.
"Nothing." She began to walk faster, only hoping he wouldn't bring it up.
"Was it because of last night?" Jeff asked, trailing behind her.
That's exactly what she didn't want him to say.
Fuck.
"No.." she hesitated.
"It is! I can tell." He pushed.
"Fine. Yes I'm stressed out because of that." She spoke quickly as to get this conversation over with.
"Why?" Jeff caught up to her finally. "You seemed to be having a good time." He nudged her.
"I was high. I'm not sure if I did or not. I'm not sure if I wanted it. We didn't use protection." She ranted.
"If it makes you feel any better I know a good plan b dealer." He joked, trying to lift the mood.
She laughed a little, now worrying about something else. How the fuck was she going to avoid the whole states police force.
"How am I supposed to go on missions when the whole state is looking for me?" She sighed.
"Easy, fake your death. Toby did it and they didn't even question it." He suggested.
"Oh my god. Your so smart." She joked. "How would we do that?"
"Well toby just burnt up another body and put his dna on it."
"We should do that." Y/n chuckled.
"Now?" He questioned. "Aren't you still sore?"
"Yeah, but it's not like I'm actually gonna die." She stated, beginning to walk back the way they came.
"Im going to the city again, I need to be seen."
"Do you want me to come?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah I'll need you."
They arrived at an old abandoned building. The wood and dust would catch fire easily. "Jeff, I need you to go kill some random and bring their body here."
"Yes ma'am." He grinned, running off into the forest. She expected him to be back in about an hour. In that time, she entered the house and made sure nobody was inside.
She walked upstairs and opened a window. She'd get Jeff to stand down there and break her fall, easy. She'd place the body in a closet or something with no window, cut her finger or something and put the blood on the burnt corpse.
"Y/n!" She heard yelling from downstairs.
Jeff had come back with a woman, just about y/n's size. Maybe a little shorter. "Thanks." She took the body from his hands, sitting it down on an old dusty couch.
She began to take the clothes off the corpse and place them on the top of the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Jeff asked.
"They're gonna get suspicious if they see a body in completely different clothes."
"Wait- what's the plan here?" Jeff sighed.
"I go into town, run back here, barricade the door and quickly change my clothes onto her and then run upstairs, put her body in a room, set fire to it, go to the bedroom and jump out the window." She quickly explained. "Got it?"
"Uhh.. I think.. and where am I in this plan?"
"Your standing in the back waiting for me to jump so you can catch me."
"Sounds good." He agreed.
And with that it started.