Is this really what we're reduced to, once He enters our lives? Killing, running, lashing out at anyone who tries to help; simply by being around those who are free from his grip we just endanger their lives.
Some little girl got killed just to strike out at Zero. An innocent in every sense of the word, booted rather abrubtly from this mortal coil just because some psychotic bitch wanted to hurt one of us. Us. That's a weird word right now...
Is there really an us, an Us? Sure, for the most part we're all fighting Him, but do we really have any allies? The last person who offered me help is now running around senselessly murdering people. Have we really fallen so far, that all we can do is kill and run? Seems like Zero's taking out those He has affected, part of some ploy to build a weapon... a tool? Meanwhile, dear Glassy has gone off the fucking deep end, and seems to be hunting down Zero, and anyone who so much as looks up to the guy.
And I... I don't even know anymore. I've only killed His, because they keep coming day and night, but at this point I don't see the line in the sand. How far of a step is it between killing one of them, and one of Us who marks me as an enemy? They all bleed the same.
I don't know the answer. I'm not even searching for it anymore. Maybe we're not supposed to kill the Slender Man. Maybe we're supposed to just mindfuck him out of existence by stopping to believe. Maybe if everyone who knows of Him dies, then he too shall vanish. Fuck, maybe if someone beats him in a game of chess he'll go off to sulk for a few centuries.
I don't fucking know. I don't really care. I don't have an Answer, but I've got a Path. I'll keep walking. I'll help when I can. If someone gets in the way, they'll be pushed aside. Failing that... they'll just be cut down. I've been wandering around SoCal lately, looking for a sign for where to go next. East seems obvious, but where is the mystery.
Someone send me a comment, an email, whatever. [My email is of course firstname.lastname@example.org by the way] If you need help, I'll see what I can do. If you've got a tip, a destination, same deal.
In the meantime... I'll see what I can do to cut down on His influence on the area. See if I can dye the ground a nice shade of red for a bit... I don't have some fancy title. I'm no Warrior, or whatever. But as far as I'm concerned, this sword is Ex-fucking-calibur. That's really all I need.