Thursday, 27 June 2013

░▐ ‵‵☯↪ ᒥ KIRIHARA AKAYA ᒣ ↙↙ ▁▁▪▪ SLENDERMAN╎♥╎

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There was just no way. There was just no freaking way that thing could exist!
That thing, with its tall and slender frame accompanied by a pale, ovular head without a face... and the black suit it wore, alongside those black tendrils protruding out from its back.
Slenderman. The moment he saw it, Kirihara's eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, as he stepped right in front of [Name] with arms stretched out, the moment it emerged out of the shadows. At the moment, the ravenette didn't care; he just had to protect [Name]! Just as the tentacles sprang out, however, Kirihara started screaming, with his irises contracting and dilating in alarm.
"N-No! You can't have him!"
At the very next moment, he felt [Name] grab hold of his arm, and drag him away at what seemed like lightning speed, the moment it almost touched him.
Kirihara had a final glimpse of the Slenderman's head tilting to the side, before they finally raced off into the forest. Twigs crunched underneath their feet, as the moon loomed over the trees. With every second, his heart began to race with fear while sweat began pouring down the side of his head.
How could this be happening? How could this monster chase after them? It was all so unreal, and yet, he believed... he believed it all!
Every time, Kirihara fought back the urge to glance over his shoulder, knowing that Slenderman was coming for them. At times like these, it really was best to just look ahead, rather than behind them where the danger lurked. Heaven knows how long he'll be able to keep up his endless outbreak of nerves.
Within a matter of seconds, though, green eyes scoured the trees around him instead, and not shortly after, Kirihara discovered a piece of paper tacked onto the bark, looking as though it was scribbled with a red crayon by a little kid.
He could make out the words "no no no no no no" alongside a disturbing picture of their very own perpetrator, and soon enough, there was a rustle to their left. Sure enough, [Name] ceased in her tracks, just in time to become face to face in front of Slenderman suddenly appearing from out of the bushes.
Kirihara could hear [Name] curse underneath her breath as she frantically glanced around her for a way to escape. Throughout it all, he happened to be trembling so hard without even being aware of it.
"H-Hey, [Name]? I was thinking... since we both won't make it out alive, you should... run for your life and leave me behind."
Out of fear, Kirihara wore a gradually nervous grin on his face, as Slenderman steadily approached and he instinctively backed away. Though he said this, his dampened hand only gripped more tightly onto hers.
[Name] quickly shook her head, before stooping down to her feet. It wasn't long until a rock had been fired straight at Slenderman, who momentarily stopped moving from the bruise that now developed across its cheek.
[Name] then used that chance to dart towards their right, into a path that led straight into a wet, slippery slope. "Silly... Akaya! There's no way... I can do that! You have tennis to look forward to!" She huffed, while they nearly slipped and tripped along the mud that squelched underneath their trainers and sneakers.
At this point, Kirihara's eyes already widened. It was insane - [Name] cared this much about him, to the point where she was being so maddeningly stubborn and determined in escaping out with him alive.
"But, [Name]!" He began to protest. "I don't want you to die! I want you to survive and live the life you always deserved... e-even if it means being without me!"
Meanwhile, Slenderman picked his way through the path with minor difficulty.
"You think that would make me happy? NO! C-Can't you see, Akaya? I love you." Adrenaline now pumped through their veins, and Kirihara barely had time to register those words, nor could he actually bring himself to notice the tears that now fell past the girl's face, for at the very next moment, they reached an abandoned shack.
The next thing he knew, Kirihara was being pushed inside the compartment.
"Just go through here." Now taking a hold of his wrist, [Name] led him straight towards a closet leaning against the middle wall. "A-Ah! [Name]! N-Now, wait just a m-" Unfortunately, the girl didn't let him finish his sentence. She just tugged the closet door apart and shoved him inside of it.
Panicking now, Kirihara attempted to push at the door... only for it to be no use. [Name]'s back must be blocking it from the other side. "[N-Name]! Open up!" he banged desperately against the wooden surface, only for the girl to ignore him.
Sure enough, the cabin door slammed directly open, and a knot of dread began gathering in the pit of Kirihara's stomach.
"I was waiting for you! Why don't you come at me?"
Her voice cut sharply through the air.
What was [Name] even doing? Why in the world was she challenging it in such a manner? More than ever, he really needed to get out of here, causing rapid thuds to come from inside the closet.
His breaths came out heavy and ragged.
But it was too late. [Name] had let out a heart wrenching shriek that rose in pitch, and then there became crushing silence, accompanied by the sound of crackling noises.
'[N-Name], you idiot. You left me behind... right before I could even tell you that I... loved you too.' He remembered thinking before shutting his eyes and falling straight down onto his knees.
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Kirihara then awoke in cold sweat, causing the crumpled mattresses to fall around his torso.
At first, it took him awhile to differentiate his room to that cabin he was in, but upon recognizing the familiar posters on his wall, the ravenette breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank god it was just a nightmare. On a further note, he really should stop playing that stupid video game. If it weren't for [Name]'s insistence and his pride being on the line, however, he would have refused to take part in it. But from now on, Kirihara really thought he should just stick with fighting games.

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