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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."