Running through the lot, blind, and in pain, really didn't help my situation at all.

There was no one around me who I could see through except for that... boy. He was always on my tail, and that was the only thing keeping me going.

Eventually though, my legs started tripping over themselves, and I find myself basically useless. I couldn't run if I tried anymore.

"Already giv-giving up? I'm s-surprised!" The boy yelled tauntingly behind me.

Then I ran into something huge. Their consciousness was very... distinct. I could tell them apart from anything and everything. Something was lashing behind them, but not very fast. Almost at a relaxed pace. They towered over me by, like, double me.

"Toby. Stop chasing him." The being demanded. Except... it was in my head. I growled and put my hand up to my head, backing away, my other hand placed over my chest, pain pulsing rapidly.

"But, but I was h-having fun!" Toby protested.

"No. Back to the mansion. Get Jack notified that his room needs to be ready for a visitor." The being said.

"You, child," The words were directed at me, which made their words ring out more. "You are coming with me. Leave your device here. You'll be properly patched up at your new home."

"No. No, I'm not going anywhere." I protest, shaking my head. "I need to get back to Ryan!"

"Your guardian has been properly attended to," What the hell does he mean by that? "Now, come with me."

I scooted back, but stopped whenever the stitches in my chest pulled. I grunted, bending over to protect myself.

The world warped around me, and it felt like I was being sucked dry of everything. It was sickening. I threw up on the ground next to me after it stopped, leaning over and keeping myself up by my shaky arms, near to collapse any moment.

"You aren't in stable condition. We'll travel by foot for now." The being told me after a moment. I stumbled to my feet, falling down once before shakily and slowly getting back up. I crossed my arms over my chest and hunched over.

I could feel tons of simple living things around me, but more complicated, not fully alive, things as well. There were tons of them. I can't count so I wouldn't know, but it seemed like a lot...

"Don't worry about them, Elian," How does he know my name? "They may think of you as weak, and they may attack, but get this; they mean no harm as long as I am around.

"My name is Slender Man, but you may call me Slender if you'd like," He continued. "This is the Pasta's mansion. I collect and take in many different people who've turned too dangerous to be in normal society.

"You, Elian, are one of these people. You've survived for years by yourself and have been tortured long enough for you to become a lethal weapon."

"But... I don't kill for a bad cause." I mumbled. My feet were dragging behind me.

"True, but you know that it is easy to defend yourself if you need to. You're also extremely deceptive, seeming weak and vulnerable, but are actually quite the opposite." He said. "We are here."

I felt his present move up and I stepped up as well. The activity inside this place was massive. I felt my hands getting clammy but I didn't bother moving them off of my arms.

He opened up something that slightly creaked and made me cringe. I stepped inside and the temperature immediately dropped to something cooler and more comfortable, I sighed in relief.

Apparently that was the wrong move, because all the action in the room stopped. I could basically feel their minds turning to either calm or excited to threatened and dangerous. But one was different than all the others.

"Who the hell are you?" They asked. This person was male. Of course they are. Everyone I meet is male and fucking dangerous.

I looked up and to my left, not quite sure how to comprehend this question without seeming weak and vulnerable.

"That currently doesn't matter," Slender replied. "Jack. Get this boy patched up and give him something to protect his eyes,"

DON'T TELL THEM! My mind screamed.

"His eyes are very sensitive to light, so make sure the lenses are very dark." I gave put a breath I didn't know I'd been holding in as I relaxed. Nausea came over me from the release and I wobbled on my feet. "Get him in fast. He isn't stable." And then he was gone.

Don't black out, Elian. These people are dangerous, they can hurt you. My mind screamed at me. I couldn't hear it, and before I knew it, I was falling towards the ground.

~~~

"... but I believe that he'll be fully healed within a matter of a few months. But because of his multiple falls, it may take longer because of his ruined skin." A faded voice reported. My mind was being pulled at by fatigue and I tried my hardest not to fall back into sleeps sweet spell.

"Keep him stable over the weeks, Jack. Don't let out his secret, he's had some issues in his past that make trust issues very evident," Someone else joined in. "Don't fail me or there will be consequences."

"Yes, sir, I will do my best." The first voice replied. The seconds conscience suddenly went away and I kind of turned my head, trying to get a sense of my surroundings. I didn't know if my eyes were open or not, because I felt... rather numb. I couldn't feel anything.

"You're awake. I expected such." The person who I assumed was Jack, said. I could feel him move closer to me. I turned my head, which took a lot of effort, and tried to *look* his way.

"Slender told me you're blind. Your secret is safe with me." He says. "Not much goes on around here, but new people don't last long. Keep your wits and always be ready to fight. Slender's told all of us not to injure or kill you because you are something else.

"Your wounds will heal within a few months. I'll keep you on medication until then and you need to come to my room every few days so I can change your bandages.

"Did you get all that?" He asks. I slightly nod. "Good. You'll be in here for a while until the anesthetics wear off. Maybe a few hours. You're stable. Don't do anything stupid," He gently gripped my arm to help me sit up. "Don't get yourself killed," He put pillows behind me so I won't fall back. "Be careful with what you talk about, everyone here gets triggered when their past is brought up," He walked away to grab something and put it in my hands. "Don't rip your stitches, they'll get infected because you aren't like us," He helps me stand but my knees buckle beneath me. He catches me and lifts me up. "And don't ever go outside unless I tell you to. Ever." He gets me back on the bed and my back rests against the pillows.

Will I remember all he said? It was an awful lot for someone to understand. He's probably used to people being immediately awake after injuries.

"Where am I?" My words slurred. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, so it sounded like I had a lisp. I'd probably sound like this for a few hours.

"My room," He responds. If I could tense up, I would. "If I had taken you to my medical room, you'd be dead by now. I can't control my actions in there." My eyes probably widened just a fraction, but nothing more. Okay, that's kind of scary.

   *Skipping to A Five Hours Later*

   I'd been sleeping for a few hours after Jack had left the room. It was almost nice being somewhere where I didn't have to completely worry. Of course, Jack's words kept getting me worked up and I'd force myself to calm down, but otherwise, I didn't have authorities on my tail all the time.

   Whatever he said earlier, it started with an A I think, it had wore off by now. I could move, I was stiff, but I could move. I was sore, but I've gotten used to that. (Currently, I am very sore. I did, like, 22 sit-ups the other day and I think I did something and it kind of hurts whenever I try to move, but I've been walking around a lot and I don't think that's helping???)

   He'd helped me get out of that room and into another. He said it was my own because all the others were occupied, so I got the safety of sleeping alone. BUT he basically repeated everything he said earlier, and to always, ALWAYS keep my door locked and use my abilities to unlock them. Otherwise, don't ever keep my door unlocked.

   I actually understood everything he said, surprisingly, and kept my wits about me, even when I was just sitting around in my room.

   I didn't feel safe. Dear god, I didn't feel safe. Everyone around me is a psychopathic murderer who either has one or more quirks about them that makes one more lethal than the other. What was I supposed to do with that information?

   I sighed and tried to see through whichever pair of eyes was the closest to me. I wanted to run my fingers through my hair in frustration, but I couldn't risk tearing my stitches, since they could "easily get infected because you aren't one of us."

   The closest eyes around me were...

   STARING AT ME?!

   I shot up, still staring through their eyes as their consciousness stayed hidden, and grabbed my glasses and put them on my face before opening a dresser drawer and grabbing my pocket knife.

   I looked fucking psychotic.

   My breathing was heavy, I was wearing a black, oversized jacket (un-zipped), dark blue jeans, and no shirt. There was a large bandage around my chest that covered the majority of it, I had a wrap around my head, and outside that, my hair was ruffled.

   Whatever was in the shadows (or wardrobe or wherever) became clear to me. I could feel their mind and I could tell they were amused. They chuckled, and their voice glitched. I dropped the knife and backed up, my power fading as I climbed on top of the bed.

   "Stay thE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU HEATHEN!" I shouted at it, my voice slightly wavering but still strong.

   I could literally hear the smirk in their voice. "I'm the heathen? You look more like one then I ever could!" They shouted, amused, voice everywhere. "You look like you barely escaped Tobias's grasp. I just came in here for a laugh, you fucker," He said. My heart was still racing as I slid down the wall to sit on my bed, knees gently tucked against my chest. "God, you seriously need some help. PTSD is a bitch. We've all got it, so I won't say get over yourself. Just try and contain it."

   I feel him start making his way towards me and I tense. He isn't in his glitchy state anymore, so he feels like he's in one place.

   "I'm BEN, by the way. You won't get such a nice introduction from me like you will them. They're some of the worst people to ever be introduced to." He pauses. "Are you going to shake my hand or what?" Oh, that's why.

   I look through his eyes for a moment to see that his right hand is out. I go blind again and shake his hand.

   "Uh, I'm Elian." I say slowly and cautiously.

   He kind of hesitates for a moment. "What did you do to land yourself here, Elian?" He asks, backing up a bit. I take my legs away from my chest, sitting up, feet dangling off the side of the bed.

   "I got chased by Tobias?"

   He sighs. "Not what I meant. What did you do to be able to get here?"

   I flash back to the last few years. "I've killed rapists and criminals throughout the years?"

   "Mmm... Not good enough." He states. I sigh. I don't want to bring up anything from back then. "You've had to have some kind of past that made you a weapon. I'll take a guess," I intake a sharp breath. "Were you in some kind of abusive situation at all?"

   I let it out and shrug.

   "I guess you could say that."

   "So you killed your parents to escape?"

   I shoot up, eyes wide. "No!"

   "Geez, don't have to get all defensive about it. Just a guess," He retorts. "Did you kill any family at all?"

   I shake my head. "No. I didn't know my parents. Not well, anyway."

   "Then how in the HELLS did you escape? What kind of situation were you in-"

   "I don't want to talk about it." I snap, my voice low, almost like aa whisper. But its enough to silence his interrogation.

   "Ah, sorry. I was digging." He kind of mumbles. "Well, you need some kind of name to go by. Maybe you'll be a famous character like us one day."

   He's gone right after he says that. The hell does he mean by that? Famous? Character? I'm not a toy!

   But... having a nickname may be kind of cool...