His Turn

Okay so I’ve had some time to sort things out. Jesus Christ last night was one @#!*% of night.

Well first, yesterday I found out that the guy who made my trench knives and some of my other special weaponry was found dead on Sunday. Apparently he was shot in car-jacking gone awry. I’d like to hope (as uncomfortable for me as that sounds) that was simply the case and not something far worse. If by some chance his family is reading this, I’m so sorry for your loss. He was incredibly talented in his crafted. I was there was more that I could say but didn’t know him on a personal level and I’m really not good at this kind of thing.

As for last night, forgive the slight incoherency and spelling errors of my post. When you think you are about to die, spelling isn’t really a concern.

We despite my drive to graduate college, I have a rather lazy side to me that tends come out and really when it comes to my essays, my best stuff comes when I pull it out of my @#!*% .

But I digress.

I leaving the library and entered the main campus courtyard when I spotted someone running. I hid behind a small rock wall to observe. I noticed a familiar symbol on his arms: a crudely made Operator’s Symbol. A Runner? All of the sudden his stopped and a bit of metal peeking out of his chest. There was someone behind him. The Runner just had a shocked look on his as he was stabbed several more times.

As the Runner slumped to ground, I got a good look at the assailant. The man (I’m assuming) was rather tall. No where near as tall as Slendy but certainly taller than me. I’d estimate about 6’7”. He was wielding something similar to a wakizashi (I’ve been busy doing research on that), and on a hoodie jacket. The most distinguishable about him was the mask he had on, it was white and instead of eyeholes, it was something more of a black visor. The first thing that came to my mind were the visors that the Imperial Sentinels had in Return of the Jedi.

I took out my trench knives and my hands trembled, his head hooked towards me and he dashed towards me. This guy was @#!*% fast. Not superpower fast (thank God) but borderline Olympic Runner level. He leapt up on the wall (oh grand he knows parkour too) and plunged his sword down and our blades clashed. He leapt down and kept going at me with such proficient strikes. I was forced to go on the defense the whole time.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Him. Slender Man was by the Runner’s body and saw a tentacle lift up the Runner by the ankle. Then I saw the Runner blink and twitch. @#!*% , he was still alive! Slendy then proceeded to…well, I know have a good idea of how he removes all of his victim’s organs.

The assailant was relentless so I didn’t see every instant of the above event but I saw enough. This guy was just a monster. I slashed at his arm but he didn’t seem unhindered at all. He didn’t even make some sort pained response. I managed to hit him with a taser but he recovered from that rather quickly. Luckily it gave me enough time to get away and back to my apartment but dear god he caught up fast. On a small note, I noticed that his mask was made of wood and finely crafted. For a good remainder of the night he was hovering out side of my apartment almost like some sort of animal before finally leaving. Honestly, I couldn’t fight back if I tried. This guy is way out of my league. And by that time, I was worn out. While I can hold my own, my stamina doesn’t last as long as most. I don’t know why, it’s just always been like that since I was a kid.

I went to the courtyard the next morning, expecting to find a crime or something. But there was nothing. Zip, zilch, nada, nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of blood.

I’m still trying to piece so much together. What was that Runner doing there? What the @#!*% was the guy with the mask? What exactly are his ties with Slendy? Why didn’t Slendy take advantage of this moment to kill me?

Ugh, all of this is making my head hurt.

Well, I guess the old man might have been right.
“Some folks don’t take to kindly to smartasses”