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He felt invincible.
He felt like a god.
Even though he was given orders, it still didn't give away
from the fact that whenever he took another life away...
he always got the same heart racing feeling.
The feeling that involved in him believing that he had the power of life and death surging inside his own two hands.
He felt powerful...
more powerful than any healthy, normal twenty one year old should feel.
He felt no remorse... from what little he has learned about his past is that the world was cruel to him... but he didn't know exactly how;
nonetheless he felt a need for revenge.
A need to serve the demon that made his life into complete
heaven, hell and everything in between mixing all into one big,
corrupted storm.
He yanked his hatchet out of the woman's chest.
His pride,
mixed with the thick, red liquid dripping off of it.
The woman was of no importance, to him at least.
All he new was that she was a girl that went by the name of Mary Kingsley.
Got too close to the forest trying to find her deceased husband and
missing sister
who just happened to be making love with Natalie Ouellette, another dumbass killer.
Of course he wouldn't care all too much,
he never really did.
He had other important things to worry about.
Things that he couldn't even dare whisper to his partners in crime.
Things that itched away at the back of his mind and filled him with a fire that couldn't seem to burn out no matter what he seemed to do.
And they all included you.
How comforting, really, what a pleasure.
Even the numbing static that filled his mind couldn't make the complete vision of you and your mother-fucking cursed smirk disappear.
Now all he had to do to complete his day was prance merrily over to where you are and stalk the living shit out of you... how romantic, I must say.
A violent cough interrupted his sense consuming thoughts.
"Rogers, let's go!
I found a child in the other room!"
The boy slowly turned around to face one of his comrades.
He eyed the man that seemed to be a good ten years older than him.
The Elvis Presley look alike— wait no, scratch that, the dead looking Elvis Presley look alike excuse for a partner seemed to be holding a little girl.
Merely not over the age of three.
Her blonde pigtails drenched in blood and dirt.
The girl let out a soft whimper
as his partner held the kid
Lion King style.
Maybe should add in the music too?
Must be the circle of life for all participating victims.
"W-w-well just l-l-leave the little
b-b-brat over here.
I-I-I'll kill her."
Toby reached out and made a grab for the child.
"I was more of thinking that we could give it to the Slender, ya know,
like an offering.
Might just cheer up it's mood and stop messing with our heads for at least a good second."
The man held the child close to him and leaned away from Toby.
"F-fine! Do w-w-whatever you want with the b-bi-bitch, mommy Tim.
I'm going some—somewhere,
I'll be b-b-back before ni-ni-nightfall."
Tim grabbed onto Toby's jacket desperately.
"Kid! Why the fuck do you keep running off?"
Toby struggled to escape Tim's
grasp.
"I-I-I-It's non of your business, d-d-dick face!
Your ju-ju-just jealous b-because I can do w-w-w-whatever I want and you fucking can't!"
Tim, more out of disappointment than anything, let go of the twitching mess.
"Look, kid, I'm not covering for you again—"
"I don't give a fuck, Timothy."
Toby laughed cruelly as he escaped the room through the shattered, blood covered window.
____*•*_______
"Yes, mom. I know, mom.
I'll come visit soon, I promise.
Yes! I am taking my medications!"
You paced around your room while your own mother dearest screeched profanities into the wrong side of the phone.
Of course as much as she tried to act like a good mom, let's face it, she failed deeply hitting the scary-as-shit title of 'Italian grandma.'
And even though
with the fact that she payed little to no attention to
you and your woeful life—
to the point where she accidentally called you Annabel once—
she could still
somehow smell the powerful aura of
'I-fucked-up-real-bad'
and beat your ass before you actually tell her what you did.
"Yes? No, no, no and definitely not!
Look, I'm not getting paranoid again!
I'm fine.
Yes, I'm sleeping well and eating well.
Yes, my room is clean!"
Lies! Lies! Oh, and before I forget, lies.
The shitty nightmares
of the faceless man have been ongoing since the first one which was, what,
three days ago?
Yeah, you think it was
three days ago.
It got so bad to the point where you just gave up on sleep... not like you ever actually slept the whole night in the first place.
Even though you tried to hide it... the dark circles under your eyes said otherwise.
With the food, well let's just say you were trying your best to make everything stay down.
And... oh! Let's not even get started on your room!
"Okay, love you too, bye."
With a deep sigh, you threw the phone onto the bed like it was a fucking grenade... to bad you don't have a real one.
With one glance towards the clock on your wooden nightstand, you began to take off your shirt.
Oh, what a mistake that was.
It was far too late though, Toby's eyes peaked out from the half closed window.
Of course he was careful, ducking down every time you turned around.
He watched as you made your way to your closet and picked out an orange hoodie.
It was definitely an upgrade from the black one you were just wearing.
Congratulations, you seemed to become a brighter individual (LIES)
next step, stop wearing hoodies
every fucking day.
Toby shuffled around on the slightly slanted roof.
Before he could actually get comfortable;
he twitched, making a noise erupt, loud enough to get your attention.
Toby felt his heart pound as he watched your head snap towards the windows direction.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Toby quickly sunk even further down.
Don't be suspicious, bitch!
You took a few big steps towards the window; your eyes narrowed slightly.
But for some weird miracle from Iron man above, you abruptly turned around and left the room.
But where were you going?
____*•*_______
He sat in the booth in the corner of the semi crowded room, his hood propped up over his head and his gaze fixated on you.
Toby quickly followed you to a near by café.
He had no idea
why you were there, but, of course...
he was going
to find out very soon.
This is what
people in love do... right?
Either that or he was a stalker;
hahaha... definitely not the second option!
He was awfully nervous that the fluorescent teal lights and the whole mad hatter themed place would make him stand out in his all black attire... but, to his surprise, he was completely fine.
You were too busy daydreaming, or sleeping... with your eyes open... he couldn't really tell;
and even if you did look up you wouldn't be able to notice him with the fact that he was right behind you.
A girl with blonde hair that looked as crazy as the whole café
seemed to walk— wait, no, strut—
right to where you were sitting.
Who the fuck are they?
The girl took a seat right across from you in one of the
cheap IKEA chairs.
Toby put his head down,
trying his best to listen.
"Wow, ______! You look extremely tired, are you okay?"
Her squeaky voice made Toby tense up.
"Yeah, I'm good... I just haven't slept for, like, the past three days."
He looked up.
Too bad he couldn't see your face.
"Well, Valerian root might help or if you want actual pills you could take zolpidem—"
"Samantha, please, for the sake of humanity; don't be smart for at least two seconds."
Oh!
Samantha!
That duck ass looking sly fucker!
Heh, Samantha...
oh little, helpless... Sammy.
We all like SAMANTHA.
Especially _______. Oh _______ just LOOOOOOVES Sammy.
For now at least
Toby didn't even notice the bent paper straw in his hands.
Well that's not very vsco of him.
Save the fucking turtle,
am I right?
Not like rape, bad gun laws, school shootings, followed with a chain of other political and world problems are happening.
Nope, just turtles.
"It's because of these weird nightmares I'm getting.
It's with a faceless man... I think."
His head shot up immediately.
You put your head down and groaned as Samantha gave you a concerning glance.
"Didn't Toby talk about a faceless man?"
You gave no reply.
Samantha sighed and reached out for your arm.
"Look, you've been through a lot.
Loosing Lyra, Toby and Ezra—"
"What about Camila?"
Your voice came out muffled.
Samantha closed her eyes, hesitating to speak.
"Yes... Camila, too.
What I'm trying to say is that you're under a lot of pressure.
Not to mention that you already assumed that it was your fault to why they're all... gone."
Samantha pressed her hot pink, duck lips into somewhat of a thin line.
"Maybe that's why you're getting these nightmares...
what about your therapist?
What did he say?"
"Some shit about how it's a good thing to be here and face my fears.
Still on the medications though."
Medications?
Toby ran a hand through his
brown, disheveled locks.
"Well... that's good.
Heh, I just wish we could go back to the time where everything was easier.
Remember once when
we had a movie night?
We made out and stuff—"
"Oh yeah! Your dad caught us!"
You lifted your head,
everything about you becoming brighter like an automatic switch.
"He got so fucking mad!
It was hilarious!"
You and Samantha let out a laugh...
but Toby didn't.
The boy's mood seemed to become darker, his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Um, excuse me, sir?
Are you ready to order yet?"
Toby looked up
towards a red haired girl
with a large amount of freckles that somewhat resembled a starry night sky.
Her bland, green uniform
washing out the subtle warmth from her pale face.
"Fuh-fuck off."
The girl blinked, the obviously
fake nine-to-five-robot smile completely wiped off her chapstick smeared, thin lips.
Toby's gaze immediately went back to you and Samantha, though.
Watching her play with your hair and getting a little too close to you for his liking.
Even if he didn't know what he was ordering, one thing was for sure.
Samantha can go kiss her prosthetic ass bye bye!
Cause it's about to get chopped off Martha fucking Stewart style.
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Hi my lovelies!
Hope you liked that chapter, kinda wanted to try something different. :p
Maybe I'll make more, of course if you want me too.
Hope you guys have a great
day/night/whatever!
Again, thank you so, so much for all the support!
I love you all my
beautiful pineapples! <3
-Mirror