Roses POV
It was still dark when I woke up, the sun barely poking out from the trees. I was tired as hell, and every muscle in my body was sore and bruised. My wounds were still scabby messes, but the bottoms of the cuts were scarring cell by cell.

When I tried rubbing my eyes to get the crust out, I accidentally touched my bad eye, making it feel like there were a million burning eyelashes inside of it. The pain had its own heart beat and I just wanted to scream out at my eye and say shut up.

Of course I couldn't see a thing out of it, not because of the blood that was streaming out of it but because of the general damage Jeff had done.

And now I just have realized that I sacrificed my own fucking vision for Ethan.

I laughed softly as I stood up from my bed. I stretched my legs the best I could, for they were the only limbs that haven't been touched by Jeff's weapon. My rib and shoulder still felt raw and bloody, meaning I couldn't really wait for my body to heal itself because it would take too long. Maybe it would scab up by sunset, but I knew it wouldn't heal until a week or two, which was a long time for my body.

I didn't bother wrapping it up, mostly because of laziness. Everything hurt once I started walking to my desk, but I just bullied myself into dealing with it.

Yawning, I noticed a piece of paper stabbed down on my desk. I walked over to it and picked it up, fear already crawling up my spine.

It said, "Rose, We have found out about 'Ethan.' BEN has informed me about him, and I am disappointed in you. I thought you were tougher, less human. But I thought wrong. We are already on our way there, and you better stay home."

I crumbled up the piece of paper as sheer anger and worry began running in my head. Without thinking I jumped out my window, sloppily landing on my knees.

Blood was still caked on my clothes and skin, but I didn't care. I was already running to the cave Ethan was in, and I knew I would make it first because I was faster then all of the others.

Yeah I was worried and scared as hell, not just because my hard work and pain would go to waste, but because Ethan could die. I mean, he was being chased by dozens of serial killers and monsters. What's there not to be afraid of?

Soon the cave came in view, and I quickly entered in without warning.

Ethan was in the corner, sleeping peacefully on his bed of flowers. I couldn't help but stop for a second, for some strange reason. His once stressed face was now calm, and it was nice to see him relaxed for once.

I smiled without thinking before coming back to my senses. We were both in danger and here I am, admiring his expression and face.

Shaking his arm, he immediately woke up and stared right into my eyes. It was a mixture of creepiness, confusion, and fear painted in his eyes as I made him stand up.

"We have to go," I said with slight panic, "They know you're here...they know you exist. We-"

"You're right eye is white. You're face is bruised, and you smell like blood." he stood up and towered over me, "You fought him for...me..."

I groaned and avoided his stare. I grabbed his arm and started running out the cave, cautiously watching out for anybody.

"I've noticed." I coldly said, "We have to get out of here, I can't, no, we'll die if we don't. So if you'll listen for once just follow me."

I could tell Ethan wanted to talk, ask questions, but this was no time for a chat over some tea and cookies. Instead it was the time to run for our fucking lives.

We began sprinting, my hand still locked onto Ethan's forearm. He was surprisingly fast, but trailed behind me the whole way.

The sun was now up in the sky, and my heart was racing faster than ever. The adrenaline numbed all of my wounds, which I guess was good. It also kept me going and with my endurance, hopefully Ethan and I could get out of this damn forest or find somewhere to hide.

Yeah, I knew running would throw away the life I had. I would betray the people I grew up with, the people who raised me to be the horrible person I am. While all of the Creepypastas were monsters and I had a bitter feeling towards all of them, they still had a place in my heart. Really I should thank everyone for teaching me to be...talented at the things I am. Though the skills I've learned would never get me a place in society.

And why am I risking it all?

All this time of course I didn't know, know what made Ethan so important to keep alive. But now I think I know, and it's because he was just like me.

Being brought into the house as a innocent human at first, obviously I was different and contrasted against all of the Creepypastas. I had weird feelings, a sense of child happiness, and most of all a different past.

Everybody in the house had something tragic that made them into the creatures they are, but my tragedy was no more than a mere abandonment and mental stability. It seems stupid really, for example, Jeff was tortured by his girlfriend for over six months. But me, I was just a homeless kid on the streets of London. Just a homeless kid who saw the world as a black and white nightmare.

Ethan, similar to I, was different among his peers and friends. He was quieter than the average obnoxious teenager, much more smarter. He knew how to do things many could not, such as kill a deer and make a bed of flowers for himself.

And he was mentally unstable. Depression and suicide was an everyday thought for him, while others thought about skateboarding or sports everyday. Ethan cut himself because he was a piece of coal in a sea of diamonds, because he didn't have a place in the world for such a unique person.

We understood each other, and I don't know if anybody else would in this world.

Maybe that's why I saved Ethan, risked my life for him.

Anyway, interrupting my thoughts was a flying arrow with a sharp steel point. It whizzed by my ear swiftly, almost giving me a new piercing.

I took in a sharp breath and knew that they found us. We had to stop running, or else we would just run into a trap.

I stopped and came closer to Ethan. Like a dumbass I didn't have any weapons on hand, despite always carrying around an axe or knife on my back or pocket. Of course this one time I didn't have one at hand...

"Stay behind me, don't fight." I sternly said, frantically looking around, "I'll protect you so don't run and don't look at anybody."

"Hell no," he responded looking down at me. "You almost died trying to protect me once. I won't let you do all the work-"

"Shut up! Let me do this, I can do it. You don't need to be my shield, I'm strong enough."

I was lying, and Ethan could tell. He looked angry now, a mixture of worry and frustration on his face.

Suddenly, like I was expecting, dozens of arrows flew by us, one almost hitting Ethan in the leg.

I saw BEN up in the trees with a vicious smile and more arrows to come. I cursed and started running in denser parts of the forest.

However we ran into Jeff, my good friend, and he has the same grin as BEN had. He lunged at me with a knife in hand and tried slashing me in the face.

Yelling out insults, we rolled down into a shrub of thrones as I held onto his wrists from plunging the knife into my forehead. I couldn't see Ethan anymore, which worried the hell out of me.

"Come on! Fuck you!" I cursed at Jeff, trying to knee him in the gut. However I was too weak to impact him too much, making him laugh.

"You really thought you could hide him for-"

Chunks of woods flew everywhere as Jeff fell on top of me, going limp. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Ethan hold up a thick branch up to Jeff's forehead. The hit made Jeff faint, and now his forehead was bloody and purple with bruises.

"I told you to not fight! You'll get hurt!" I panted, my voice shaky.

"You're too weak to do anything right now, and it's okay if I get hurt. I can fight Rose, and there's no way I'll let you get killed because of me." he yelled angrily, "Just...let me do this."

There was a silence between us after he spoke.

I wanted to cry and scream like the child I was, shout at him saying "no." I wanted to tell him this was my fight and fault, that I should've saved his suffering by killing him.

But I didn't, and instead I stood up and wiped my eyes. "If you want to fight we'll have to kill. We'll die, but if you want to die fighting, then aim for their eyes. "

He said nothing as I walked by him. I took Jeff's knife from him and stabbed him in the face before completely going, just in case he woke up.

And just as blood poured from Jeff's face, Hoody and Jack jumped down from the trees with a sledgehammer and blade in hand. They were laughing, glaring at me and Ethan.

I smirked in return, for they were the weakest of the bunch. Strong, but weak compared to everyone else.

And as quick as light reaches the ground, I threw myself onto Hoody, kneeing and trying to slash him in the neck.

He countered by rolling over and trying to cut me in the face. In panic I moved off of him as he managed to cut part of my hair.

I noticed beside me Ethan was wrestling Jack, shoving a branch into his hollow eyes and mouth. I couldn't help but smile at him, kind of proud a human was taking on a Creepypasta.

However I got distracted, giving Hoody the chance to slice me on the shoulder. The bad one, I should mention. I screamed quietly as blood spilled like rivers running through land. Immense pain arose, making my arm scream with pain.

Laughing, he stood up and attempted jumping onto me with his knife pointed downwards to kill me. However, in some way I put my legs up, making his manhood land on my boots.

A weird noise came out of him as he dropped his knife and rolled onto the ground. Taking this as my only chance, I stabbed his multiple times in the neck and knee, cutting apart flesh and muscle. This made him scream and pass out, and if this wasn't a crucial and dangerous situation, I would've cut out his heart to kill him for good.

But I couldn't, so I left him in a pool of his blood and ran over to Ethan.

He was dominating over Jack, who's arm was limp and broken. Ethan had taken his weapon and slammed his across the head, making him a almost lifeless body on the ground.

"Ethan?" I called, running over to him.

"Rose," he responded, "Are you okay? Did you kill him? Is your-"

"I'm fine idiot. Come on, we have to keep running. We don't have anyone on our tail for know, so we can't waste time." I explained dragging him behind me.

He stopped and gripped onto my wrist harshly. "Stop it! Where are we going to go? We can't just keep running into nowhere forever. We need to talk if we want to go anywhere."

"I don't know!" I frowned, "We just have to get away from here, and there's no time to talk!"

I was stressed, in pain, and tired, he can't expect me to know everything. I wanted to answer him, know where we were going to go. But my mind was too fucking high on pain to think of anything.

"Please, we'll talk later. I just need to get you out of here, and even though I know you don't want me to do everything for you anymore, let me do this one thing for you."

His eyes widened as tears began to prick my eyes. "I'm scared like you, and I don't know everything, so I'm sorry. All I know is that we have to keep running..."

There was a moment of silence before Ethan nodded. After his approval we continued running, running with our life on the line.

Or, at least we ran until we saw Slenderman.