Run ~ A Slenderman RP (IC)

[Myst]

The little girl stared at the tweety bird nightlight beside her bed.
She didn't want to look at the window.
If she did, she would see him.
The tall man with no face that came and watched her through the window every night. How he did so with no eyes she didn't know, but he did watch her.
She had tried to tell Mommy about the man but she said Sarah was making it up, that she was imagining things.
Daddy started to believe her though. He even stayed with her until she fell asleep and would let her sleep in their bed when she had a nightmare about the man, but Mommy had told him to stop. That Sarah was too old for that.
She couldn't look at the window...
He would be there...
He was always there...
Sarah finally gave in and turned to look at her window.
Then she screamed...

~Present Day~

Sarah Hart came through the door carrying several bags from McDonald's. It had been a busy day at the department store where she worked. Thank goodness the babysitter had decided to stay with Grace a little longer at no extra charge.
"Mommy!" the two year old squealed in excitement, racing toward Sarah.
Sarah smiled and knelt to hug her daughter. "Oh Gracie-girl. I missed you today. Were you a good girl for Jana?"
The middle school girl stood and gathered her books. "She was great. We had a lot of fun."
Something in the girl's face made Sarah alert. Looking back at Grace, Sarah handed her the happy meal bag. "Take this to the table. Don't open the toy until you finish your food. I'll be there in a minute to open your apple juice."
Once Gracie had toddled off, Sarah waited for Jana to say what was bothering her.
"Miss Hart, I think I should tell you... Grace has been talking a lot about a strange man. I'm sure he's just an imaginary friend, but I figured I'd tell you."
"Thank you Jana," Sarah said as she paid her, acting unconcerned. "Have a good night. Be careful."
No she wasn't concerned.
She was terrified.
She went to the table and waited until they were almost done eating to ask Grace about the man.
"The tall man," Grace answered, smearing ketchup all over her fingers and giggling.
"What does this man look like?" Sarah asked, trying to keep her voice calm.
"He wears black," Grace said, enjoying the question game with Mommy.
"And his face?"
Grace giggled. "I don't see it."
Sarah had to fight to keep from screaming. "What does this man do?"
"Looks in my window," Grace answered, "He waves at me. I wave back."
Sarah froze, panic spreading like ice water through her veins.
She put Grace to bed that night in her room, not wanting to leave her baby alone.
She walked into the living room and looked out the window over the couch at the dark street.
He was there...
She could feel him...
Just as she had felt him all these years...
"Leave her alone," Sarah said, coldly. "You hear me! Leave her alone!" her voice rose.
She snapped the blinds on the window.

[Ace Riku]

The roar of a Harley Chopper echoed down through the neighborhood, as Roy Levitt returned to the place he had reluctantly left two years ago. His worn, dusty, black leather jacket protected him from the nighttime chill as he neared his destination. He could still remember that night, vividly. Like it was yesterday.

Roy kissed her one last time as he made his way out the door.
"Hey... I'll be back, alright? I've just got some stuff I gotta deal with, but you call me, alright?" he called out to her continously.
She was beautiful. It made Roy want to cry, that he had to leave her, that he had to leave his life, because of that thing. That creature that stalked him in his nightmares... And his life. The faceless man. Still, he had to do whatever he could to protect them. If he could save her even just one day's time, it would all be worth it.

Roy still couldnt believe he had just left her behind. What does she think of him now? Probably just the asshole that left her pregnant at 16... Would she understand? Would she get that he had given up everything to protect her? And what of the baby? Would she embrace the father she had never met? So many questions crowded Roy's mind as he turned once again, getting closer and closer. And why did he come back? The sitings had stopped. Roy had, at first, been relieved to be rid of the terrifying menance. But then he realized, the Slender Man hadn't left him alone. He had gone for them. Roy had immediatelly hopped onto his Harley, and he'd been traveling for three days now. He thrived off of powdered donuts and Dr.Pepper... The breakfast of champions? Roy snapped back to reality when his headlight revealed something: him. He was just standing there, menacingly, like he always did. Roy swerved, almost hitting a fence but braking just in time. While he had done no physical work, Roy was panting. Had he just seen him again? He looked back in the direction where he had seen him, but there was no one there.
"Get it together, Roy." he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Roy started up his Harley again, and after another few turns he finally arrived. Lucky for him, he had found out her address from an old friend, who had also told him about her baby and how she was faring. Roy parked in the driveway, saying a quick prayer before stepping off of his bike. He had to prepare himself for three things now: Seeing his baby girl for the first time, loud, continual verbal abuse, and getting slapped in the face. Oh, and tears. Lots of tears. Roy slowly walked up to the door, clearing his throat as he raised his hand to knock.

[SweedishDelight]

Grayson's fists pounded into the body in front of him, grunts escaping from the young mans lips. He stood in his garage, a large punching bag held in front of him and his hands were taped in preparation for his practice. Ever since he was young he was always urged to learn how to fight, to grow stronger, learn to defend himself... For reasons he refused to acknowledge.

Beads of perspiration ran down his forehead as he aimed another shot at the bag, making his knuckles tingle with pain but he brought back his arm and delivered another blow, knowing if the bag were a person... It would only take a good solid shot to bring it down. In between the heavy breathing Grayson felt slightly dizzy and moved to his garage table, a hand grasping the wooden edges for balance and he looked down taking a few solid breaths before raising his dark brown eyes once more... Seeing something unspeakable.

"Fuck!" Grayson turned his eyes away and looked back... The man gone. It made his frustrated, angry, scared. He stepped out of the garage, running down the driveway. "Come up to my face you sick fuck!"

An old lady stood across the street and Grayson narrowed his eyes, knowing he could be sent back if she made a call and he quickly walked back to his garage, a determined look across his handsome face.

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Jessie giggled as Tanner's lips moved against her own, eagerly returning the kiss... Her soft lips against his but after a moment she pushed him back. "Too slobbery..."

"What?" Tanner asked with disbelief crossing his face. Jessie stood and straightened her white blouse and blue skirt, turning her eyes to Tanner. The two stood underneath the highschool bleachers, although she had graduated she did enjoy visiting...

"Your a bulldog... Work on that." Jessie winked and began to walk away, leaving the boy dazed and confused.

[Myst]

Sarah had just put Grace to bed, leaving the door open a crack just in case. Sarah buried her face in her hands and tried not to sob. This thing had been coming after her for years.
Now it was after her child too? How could she protect her from something like this?
So far it didn't seem to frighten Grace as it had frightened her as a child. Was it too much to hope for that it wasn't aiming to harm her?
No. There was something sinister about it. The way it had no face, the way it just stood there silently, the way it was always watching... just watching...
Sarah stared at the tattoo on her wrist. She hated the damn thing. Didn't even remember getting it.
But then again there were quite a few things she didn't remember...
A knock at the door made her jump and want to scream. Her heart was in her throat, her eyes filled with terror as she opened the door slowly.
And froze.
There, on the doorstep, was her first and only love.
The guy who had broken her heart.
Grace's father.
Who had abandoned them.
"Roy...?" she asked in disbelief.
When he opened his mouth to speak, she reared back and slapped him hard. She almost did it again, but her hand stung from the first time so she refrained.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, the ice in her voice doing nothing to cool the fire that blazed in her eyes.

[Ace Riku]

Roy bit his lip as her hand made contact with his face, taking a step backward. She clearly been waiting for this moment for a really long time or she had gained a lot of muscle. Now he knew what his friends were complaining about.
Okay... Maybe I deserved that? he thought as he turned his head around to look at her again.
She didn't seemed to have changed much. The same red hair, the same slender figure, the same stance. One thing that changed was that look in her eyes: the last time he had seen her, she definitely did not have the "I'm-going-to-kill-you-with-my-bare-hands" look on her face. No, the last he saw her, she had a hopeful look on her face. One of true beauty. Finally, Roy couldnt stand it anymore. He had to say something, and not just stand here looking like a dork with a huge red mark on his face.
"To set things right." he said to her simply, narrowing his eyes.
The response on her face did not convey the message of her understanding. Roy quickly looked behind him.
"Look, Sarah, just let me in, I'll explain everything." he begged.
He did not just travel 600 miles to be shut out.

[Myst]

Sarah didn't want to let him in. She wanted him to leave. Seeing his face, hearing his voice, it was too much after all that had happened this night.
But her mind and her mouth were operating on different wave lengths because she found herself saying: "Fine, but keep your voice down."
Then her body betrayed her by stepping aside and letting him in. Over two years of pent up hurt and betrayel came back in full force as she faced him.
"I don't know how you think you can 'set things right'," she said. "You abandoned me when I was pregnant. Do you know how much I had to endure? The looks, the whispers, the snickers of your old girlfriends. You disappeared Roy. I tried to call you and all I ever got was a bunch of static."
"Mommy?"
Sarah looked toward the hall to see Grace dragging her old teddy bear. "Mommy? Why you mad?"
Sarah's face went instantly from enraged to loving. "Oh Gracie I'm not mad at you. Everything is okay. You really need to get some sleep though."
Grace shook her head. "Don't want to sleep without you." Then her large blue eyes went to Roy. "Who's that?"
Sarah's first instinct was to run over and snatch Grace away, to not give him time hurt her as he had hurt Sarah.
But no, she couldn't do that. Grace was his child too. She deserved to know who her father was.
"Gracie," Sarah said, clearing her throat when her voice cracked. "This is your daddy."
Grace blinked and looked confused. She looked back at Roy with a puzzled frown. "Daddy? My daddy?"
She hadn't been old enough yet to notice that other children had daddies and she didn't. Sarah had been dreading the day when she had to explain that to her.
Now it looked like when Roy left again, she would have to explain to Grace why her daddy left her.
Grace looked from Sarah to Roy. She reached out with her small hand and touched his face. "Did the tall man bring you?" she asked curiously.
"What do you mean Gracie?" Sarah asked, fear creeping in to her voice again.
Grace pointed to the open door.
Sarah turned slowly, terrified by what she would see.
Her fears were confirmed.
The thing from her childhood and her nightmares stood on her porch, watching them.
"Mommy!" Grace shrieked. "He has no face!" Scared, the little girl began to cry as Sarah screamed and shut the door, locking it.

[Ace Riku]

Roy was started to get mad now.
"Hey, don't go thinking I didn't suffer too! I had to give up everything to protect you..."
He was interrupted by a little girl's voice. He looked over to the small, red headed two year old, and his anger melted.
"And her..." he whispered, tears appearing in his eyes.
He couldn't believe it. Standing in front of him was the entire reason he had left, his driving force for the past two years. Tears slowly fell down his face as he knelt in front of Gracie.
"She's so beautiful..." he muttered, observing his creation.
He had probably just freaked out the girl, but he didn't care. He finally got to meet his little girl. This was probably the greatest moment in his life. How unfortunate it wouldn't last. All thanks to him. Gracie and Sarah started to turn around to look at the window, and Roy did the same. There, sitting on his girlfriend's porch, was the Slender Man. The sick f*ck that had officially ruined his life. He slowly brought out the butterfly knife from his pocket, but Sarah had already slammed the door by the time he was ready for a fight. Not that it would do any good, but he had to do something. Trying to mend the broken relationship, he put away his knife and tried soothing his little girl.
"It's okay, it's okay... Daddy's here to protect you. The tall man won't hurt you..."

[SweedishDelight]

Grayson stepped in stride into his house, taking hold of the edging of his no sleeved shirt, feeling the dampness from the sweat, an aftermath of his tough workout. His body was strong and firm, from having too much time in the mental institute, working more on his physical condition that mental. A hand reached to touch the stubble on his cheek.. When was the last time he shaved? With a shrug of his shoulders he than pulled off his shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket, along with his bottoms and black boxers.

Within ten minutes he showered and stepped into his bedroom, his body now clean and fresh. But something had been instilled in his mind... That creature... For a long time he had seen that shadow, that figure... Grayson was sent to the institute and even there the black long armed man would haunt his every dream, making it into a nightmare he could hardly escape.

He hadn't had dreams of this man in years... Until seeing him at his driveway. Grayson sighed heavily and slid on a fresh pair of red boxers, followed by a pair of denim jeans and a red flannel shirt. His hand reached for a comb, quickly brushing back his thick hair before he went to his end table drawer, pulling out a pistol and sliding it into his pocket... With the safety on of coarse.

Grayson made his way back outside and to his truck, climbing inside and pulling out of his driveway, planning to do something...

[1997lydia]

Ash fell back her cheek marked with grey and blood she winced as the two men kept going at her she tried to fight back but what was the use ...what was worse they where in public streets but she saw no cars except for one truck it was Graysons "help!" She called as loud as she could her voice croaking as one of the men covered her mouth., any other car that drove by simply passed . One of the men held her hair tightly pulling her head back on the wall her beautiful face bloody and bruised along with her legs and arms she felt pathetic getting in this situation if that car just kept going she would probably die here, why did I lie? She thought as they held her back one of their giant hands cupping her mouth harshly tears streamed down her race mixing in with the blood as it ran down her neck where previous tears dried

[SweedishDelight]

Grayson had the windows open, feeling the cool air rush against his face and he heard a yell. He leaned his head outside of the window and saw several figures, beating what appeared to be... A woman? The young mans tires squealed loudly as he pressed on the breaks, not really considering if anyone was behind him. Grayson pushed open his truck door and ran to the two men, his arm raising and his fist connected sharply with one of the mens jaw, making a sickening crack and for several long moments the young man stood there, staring with a daze before crashing onto the ground.

The other man raised his eyes, seeing his friend get knocked down and his eyes widened. "Come on man.." Grayson's eyes were dark and hardened, a husky growl escaping from his throat as he launched himself forward, tackling the man hard against the wall. Grayson hands grabbed the mans collar and lifted him up. "You leave her the fuck alone.. Or I will make your life a living hell." He said in a surprisingly clam voice, and lowered a hand to pat his gun that was still in his pocket.

"Do you understand me?" Grayson asked and the man nodded. With this Grayson raised his knee, hitting the man directly between his legs and making him howl but than Grayson raised his fist, giving one more solid punch and watching the man drop.

With deep breaths escaping past his lips his eyes finally turned to Ash, seeing her now on the ground and he kneeled beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked with concern replacing the hardness in his eyes, his hand moving to press against her cheek, worried that she was very seriously injured.