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Friday, November 25, 2011




This has never happened before. I can't even begin to express my fucking anger for this woman. GODDAMMIT ALL, I WANT HER DEAD. SHE'S A LIAR AND A GOOD ONE AT THAT!!! FUCK!!!

No. NO. No. I have to keep a cool head. I can't let this get to me. It's what she wants, that whore. She wants to see me break. See me SCREAM for attention. She wants me to reveal who I am. ALL BY MYSELF. Ballsy, little, slutty agent is NOT getting out of this alive. This is all just the consequences of my cockiness, I know it. I never learn to be careful and I'm not gonna start now. It's too late. If I leave now, it'll definitely reveal who I am and what I've done. I can't let that happen.

When Mel died I went out of my way to set up my own death. I started cutting away at my arms, legs, anything; just enough blood to convince anyone I was beyond help anymore. Mel's body was still horribly decrepit and morphed outside. Well, what was left of it anyway.

And just like that, Kristen Anderson and her sister were dead. Along with five other officers, but who the fuck gives a shit about pawns? I made plans that night to move on to a different city. It was going to be difficult to smuggle out a scythe with me and have it go unnoticed. Teleporting seemed like the reasonable option but who knew if I was going to transport myself into a city bustling with police units? Security was tight at the moment and I miraculously couldn't think of any fucking place to go to where they might not find me. So I had to grit my teeth and escape through the alleyways.

I only moved about at night for two or three days. I found a recently abandoned motel, recent because the electricity and water were still on. I cleaned myself up a bit and hid the scythe under a nearby willow. I scouted my surroundings but there was no one. I inched my way closer to the city limits, trying to appear normal in the crowd of bustling people. No one would recognize me, I still had that shitty hair dye still in after about a couple weeks. I reached an entrance to an underground subway, marking the end of the city limits.


"E-Excuse me? Miss Anderson? Miss Anderson!! This way!!"

FU-CKING GREAT. I turn around toward the direction of the voice and met with my wandering gaze a young, brown haired woman waving frantically at me. I would've mistaken her for a prostitute, she had way too revealing clothes to be an officer. I was cautious at first for I had never seen her before at the police station. So how did she know my name, do you ask? She walked over after she realized I acknowledged her beckonings and leapt right into an introduction.

"My name is Ella Birnhaum. I'm with the investigative department of the FBI. Won't you please follow me?"

Oh, sure, I could've made a scene and killed her with my own two hands. I was still facing many conflicting scenarios, however, and my curiosity eventually won over. So, we trotted along the yellow fucking brick road and ended up at a small diner underneath the starlight. I attempted to contain my composure, ignoring this woman as best as I could as she shuffled paperwork on the table in front of me.

"You are Kristen Anderson, correct?" Bold bitch. Rude, too. I would've loved to have learned the taste of a bold, rude bitch's blood at that moment. I'd probably have spit it on her face, it would've been so disgusting.

"Yes," I snapped. She appeared not to notice.

"Strange," she replied, holding a piece of paper up to her face. "It states your eyes are blue. Clearly as we sit here right now they are green."

I didn't respond. I didn't know who this person was. I wasn't about to let her get the better of me.

"Florescence to blame, then?" she assumed and without another word put away the paperwork. I jumped at that opportunity.

"How can I be sure you're who you say you are?" I accused. "From the investigation's department, was it?"

Oh, how that little cunt smiled and shook her head as if she were conversing with an idiot. "I do have identification with me but these days it won't suffice anymore, will it?" she laughed. "So, we'll start off with something obvious. I know about the one agent sent to work on the Mind in Zero case rather than the hundreds of others rumored to."

I still didn't believe her. Again, Bold Rude over there smiled in exasperation. She was enjoying this little game of her's, it was written all over her dolled up face.

"You would also have known," she added, "had you returned to the station headquarters immediately after your mission the identity of that agent as she had visited the station personally to finally lend a hand in the case."

Without expecting a response, I still stupidly asked, "Who?"

As if she had no other expression at all, she held her hands up next her head while smiling. My eyes flashed with a burning passion I haven't felt in my entire life. For that one time in my life, I understood the gravity of my existence. I walked right into a trap. I SET MYSELF UP FOR THE EXECUTIONER'S BLOCK. Lord knows it took EVERY ounce and atom of my being to keep from tossing aside the table and forever wipe that goddamned smirk of that bitch's face!!! And she knew she had me cornered, I could see it in those over-confident eyes of her. Oh ho, she was lucky I just conveniently left my scythe behind. The conversation would've ended right there at that moment. In a pool of blood. With her flesh shredded to tiny microscopic pieces. The smile would go first. HOW I HATE THAT FUCKING SNICKER OF HER'S. I WOULD HAVE TORN HER EXISTENCE OUT OF THE VERY WORLD SHE LIVED IN.

Without another answer, she boldly continued on. "Why didn't you return to headquarters after the mission had been completed?"

I just sat there like a fucking ten year old in the old hag's principal's office. I didn't have a satisfactory response. There was no reason why I shouldn't have returned and completed a debrief. Except...

"There was someone else there," I hissed, intensifying my gaze as if I thought it would just set her ablaze.

"Zero?" she inquired. Oh no, lady. I wasn't about to let her get the upper hand.

"No," I replied. "It was... a Man. He was tall and in a suit. I couldn't see His face. I escaped while He tore Mel into pieces like she was a rag doll. I wasn't sure if it was safe to return to the station with Him on the loose."

She looked away and nodded. "Reminds me *mumble, mumble*"

"What?" I snapped.

"Reminds me of my younger years," she repeated. "A tall, skinny man in a black business suit with various arms and absolutely no face at all. As if he never had one to begin with."

I cocked my head. "You know about Him?"

"Oh, yes. Indeed I do," she replied almost dream-like, staring off into space. "He tormented me when I was little, trying to convert me." What? "He made me see illusions whenever he was around. In a state of fear and panic, the bullet delved deep in the heads of my parents." I'm sorry? "My older brother became so depressed he drank himself into stupor until he eventually died of alcohol poisoning." Brother? Alcoholic? "His daughter did not particularly like him but when she heard of his death she was distraught and committed suicide." No... No, this can't be. "My father's friend was a police officer. He was like an uncle to me. But one night he was assaulted by a Slender Man witness gone mad and he was choked and shot to death." SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! "And my whole life I was forced to transfer schools, living alone without a place to call my own.

To call home."

CRASH!!!! The glass top of the table vibrated, the chair having fallen to the floor, and I upon my feet just seeping with anger. Lies. They were all LIES!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU WAVE IT ALL IN MY FACE AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW!!! YOU WHORE!!!!

"Did I say too much?" she asked in a small voice. My nostrils flared.

"I'm very sorry, I have to go." I grabbed my things and bolted out of there. I couldn't handle it. I CAN'T HANDLE IT.



  1. .....do you always shit yourself when you find a runner???? if it bothers you so much, just fucking kill it.......


  2. And turn myself into a runner? I do not cower from a threat. She chooses to stand and fight; she will consequently die in the end. I won't let that bitch get the better of me at my own game. Patience will pay off; I've had to remind myself that only just recently. I am eager to learn the taste of her blood. Ehehehehe!