Saturday, 28 May 2011

Think Think Think..

Calmer now. Still running, but calmer now.

Ok what happened, what happened...

What did happen?

I met Lucas, the place was a park in the centre of town, we'd walked together there once or twice and the moment seemed right. He looked at me and we- DAMMIT!

It was an intelligent place, it was quiet enough, but a couple of minutes of running and you were in the centre of town. I met him there, it was safe. I held him in my arms. He then told me that he needed to go home and collect a few things. He didn't tell me what happened that made him believe but he seemed out of it. Scared even. I didn't press.

We took the bus to his house. He said he'd be right back.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty... I decided I was going to go in, ask his parents if I could have a chat with him. I knocked on the door and pushed it open, it was then that I felt a tackiness under my boots. The house was dark mostly but I could smell it, like each step I took made me more repulsed. This was the first time I'd been to his house, so this was all new to me. I walked through, tripping over a ladder that had fallen on the floor and barely rescuing myself. I heard crying from another room and moved to flick the light on.

The Wolf had him. I... He had him close, a knife against his throat. All around was the source of the blood, painting the cream walls red... It's difficult to not feel sick thinking about it. There were three people sat on the couch, two big and one shorter. All of them had had their faces removed, presumably with a knife and chests cracked open like someone had been practising autopsies, but their cavities were filled with plastic bags... I'm so so sorry Lucas... I tried to protect you from this...

Wolfie told me to go into the garden, he followed with Lucas, in shock, at knife point still. I couldn't do anything at this point. I stood there as he said "Swap." He wanted me to trade places with Lucas and I was going to! But I felt something, I turned around and He was there, right in front of me.

So I ran. I couldn't save Lucas and I ran... He started screaming and I just kind of pushed it out of my mind, I didn't want to know who I was leaving in His hands... I don't know if he's alive or if he's dead or if he's been hallowed or tortured.

I may as well have taken the knife to him myself...

I should have done the swap...

If I hear anything about Lucas, I'll post on here. But right now this is me signing off.



  1. Heh... Glad you're feeling guilty... You should be, Runner.

  2. No. I'm angry. I'm furious. Give me a fucking time and date and I will do a straight swap. No funny business, no Slenderman about to take me away. Just you, me, and Lucas. I'm not going to let him suffer any more of you.