Survive him, Thrive with him.

Claire Mathews had a particulary normal life; good friends, nice education. The only things thatmade her different was her paranoid friends, and complicated family life.
She never really experienced more than her little secluded box of life and comfort.
In an eventful short period of time, that little box is stretched far and wide, opening up past what her mind can comprehend and bringing her 'normal' life to a screeching halt. She wasn't Claire Mathews anymore, and she wasn't the same girl who did all her homework and kissed her mother goodnight over the telephone.
What happened? A certain man of myth decided to knock on her door.
A certain man with surprising news and a shocking, if not believable, story to tell.
A certain man with no face.

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9. Chapter nine

  I pay the pizza man as he comes by, holding the extra pizza with a blank face.   I might as well drop it off. My dad will be upset if I'm spending 'his' hard earned money, which is just the money mom gives me in pity.   Hard earned meaning 'I terrorize your mother enough to make her give you money so I don't have to.'   I slip on my shoes and take a deep breath, opening the door and carefully looking out. I could feel Slenderman's eyes, somewhere. He was watching me, but I just couldn't see him in the vicinity.   My first step onto the sidewalk was hesitant, but the rest got calmer as I made it to the garage, taking my bike and swinging a leg over the seat. I pedal down the street and past the crazy woods, wondering how far in we went, and how nobody ever suspected the place Slenderman had to himself.   It was a mystery.   I skid to a halt at Jacob's house, pizza in hand still, and dismount. Something about the lack of activity in the windows, and the multitude of bikes in the front, made my suspicions rise and I knock on the door.   Turn around.   I fight the feeling in my mind and stay strong, Jacob answering the door lightly, peaking through.   "Yes?" He asks.   "The pizza." I remind him, showing him the box.   "Oh good." He remarks, opening the door further and I take a step inside. Will randomly appears from behind the door as it closes and holds out a gun like object.   My skin explodes in fire before the world goes blank.   ************   Something was annoying me, something in my mind.   My brain was pulsating, throbbing, but under that I felt an instinct to wake up.   I crack my eyes open and fail to find light, alerting the rest of my body as it fights to understand why I was laying on top of dead leaves and small plants, a stick uncomfortably stuck under my back. Nothing comes into my vision as I blink, a few stars eventually coming into view.   "Where am I?" I as the world, as if it would answer me.   "She's waking."   "Shut up!"   The random voices fade away and I look around for the source, sounding like Derek and Jacob.   "Jacob?!" I call out, but nothing answers. Tenderly, I start to get to my feet, a prickly sensation coming from my chest. I move my shirt out of the way to see two burn marks.   Those bastards tazed me!   "Will! Will, I'm going to kill you!" I scream into the apparent night, clenching my fists and getting to me feet shakily.   "What are you trying to prove?" I yell out, still no answer. When nothing happens, I search my body for something, anything. There isn't a phone, or anything in my pockets, which is great because I have no idea where I am, since they just ditched me.   I growl in anger and kick the stick on the ground, my head still throbbing. Did they drop me on the ground? I turn in a full circle as my tired eyes start to adjust to the darkness, the air silent and cold.   This makes me think of...   I see a tree and dash over to it, rubbing my hands across the bark and trying to make out what the branches look like. The moon lights the world just enough for me to see the mangled way the branches spread out, and the hard to make out oath in the woods on either side of it.   The scary tree.   "You have to be joking." I mumble, scanning the outside for a note. When I don't find one, I know that Slenderman knows I'm here, or the guys are looking for the notes and are using me as bait.   They're jerks either way.   My ears pick up nothing but silence, not giving me any answers until a sudden noise makes me jump and run in another direction, the sound of something dropping on all the piano keys. I run in sudden fear, my terror returning from when I was a child, nothing to give me light or comfort me. The sensation of being utterly lost fills my mind and I cower behind a tree, trying to contain myself.   "I have been here before, I know where I am. I have been here before, I know where I am." I repeat to myself, peaking around the side of the tree to look for anything. A shape is made out and I dash over to it, the truck with the trailer leading me on. I pry open the door of the truck and sit in the drivers spot, breathing heavily.   Why was I so afraid? The game hasn't begun, there are no pages.   "There is nothing to fear." I try to console myself.   Slenderman might not even be here, but where did that piano sound come from?   "Guys, if this is a sick joke you are trying to pull, I will personally bag your organs and impale you on a tree myself." I promise through clenched teeth, trying to calm myself in the truck.   A tickle on my back makes me jerk to the side, heart beating erratically again as I see what happened. Slenderman was at the side door, and the window was rolled down. His tendril caught my attention, but when I see him I give off a quick scream, covering it with my hands.   "Y-y-you!" I exclaim, watching as the tendril opens my door and I step out. Before I get to far, it circles around something on my shirt and pulls it off, revealing a small camera, throwing it into the forest.   "They bugged me!" I hiss, Slenderman appearing next to me. I still wasn't used to it, and I jump back, only for another loud piano noise to be made and sending me right into Slenderman. The shock of the cold, but then the warmth tells me that, in my fright, I clung to him like a comfort blanket, arms wrapped around his torso and legs limply hanging below me. He doesn't stop it, but he doesn't seem like he enjoyed it either.   I feel his tendrils wrap around my waist, gently pulling me off him and taking me higher up, eye level with Slenderman.   "I-I-I'm so s-sorry, Slenderman. I didn't mean to intrude again..." I stammer, hands shaking with my fear. It wasn't Slenderman who spooked me, but everything else. The piano, the darkness, my old childhood fears reawakening. I was terrified.   Slenderman shushes me by hesitantly closing the space between our bodies, holding me like a mother would to a scared child. His hand rests on my head as my eyes widen, the position oddly comforting.   "Do you remember this?" He asks. I take the time to look over his words. If I was to remember this, it meant that this happened before, but when?   "No." I breathe into his jacket that oddly felt like skin.   "I know." He replies softly, a difference to the voice he's been using this whole time. I let him hold me the way that he is, my legs wrapped around his torso and resting where his hip would be. His strength was incredible to be able to carry me, especially in this way.   This was the murderer who forced people to play a sadistic game, bagged their organs when they failed, and impaled them on tree limbs? Because right now, he didn't fit the picture.   He suddenly teleports and I'm in my house, my mind spinning with the mode of transportation. I raise my head as he takes long strides and ends up in my bed room, laying me on the mattress like a child and tucking me in. I feel my cheeks blush at his kindness, feeling weird and confused as to why he was acting in such a way.   Before I know it, he teleports again, and the lights turn off in my room, letting me sleep for the rest of the night.
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