User blog:Selenaroxx/Chapter 3 of my new book

Okay, so let's get straight to Chapter 3!

 Chapter 3: 

 

 The Symptoms Begin 



 “Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.” 

 

 -George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones 

 

''Alison is dressed in a dress that has black ruffles on the top, and is sleeveless, and the bottom is a flowing piece of shimmery gray fabric that goes to her knees, and has a slit on one side that went up to mid thigh. As the lights dimmed, the glowing silk that loosely wrapped around Alison’s waist slowly started to lower itself by a series of pulleys, and fog started to trap itself within the stage. ''

 

'' As Alison and other various background dancers are lowered enough to step off onto the stage, various men in black suits, white shirts, black ties, and white drama masks come out, and take the various girls by their hand, and they all start dancing. ''

 

''          As Alison dances in the center with a mysterious, tall, slim man, the part of the dance arrives where the girls unmask the male dancers, and as Alison hesitantly moves her hand near the mask, she takes in a quick breath and whips the white mask off of his face. As she takes in the facial appearance of the man, she screams in mortal terror. His face is completely pale like white, soft, clean snow, and absolutely nothing covered his face. ''

 

''          She could feel his low, vibrating laughter as it slowly made its way to easily being heard. Trying to run away, she struggles, but she is no match for the Slender Man’s strength as he wraps his arms around her waist in an iron tight clasp. He slyly moves between the still moving couples to a brick wall in a dim, secluded corner backstage. ''

 

'' There, he puts his hands on her shoulder blades, squeezing them until she’s positive that her bones are slowly crumbling. He puts her face in front of his blank face, yanks her mouth open, and sucks on the energy that comes pouring out of her as a gaping black hole opens on his face, and takes in the energy. Once Alison’s body has been drained of energy, he strokes her face, and her eyes pop. Her now empty eye sockets gush out bone dust, and The White King fingers and licks a tiny smidge of it before putting the rest of it into a cloth sack. ''

 

'' “I always get what I want…” He murmurs before wickedly cackling.   '' 

 Breathing heavily, Alison rapidly sits up, her hair a dreadful case of bed hair, being all frizzy and slightly puffed out.



 “It was just a nightmare… Just a nightmare…”  Alison thinks to herself, letting out a relieved sigh and ‘phew-ing’ as she wipes her forehead to brush off slight droplets of sweat that had popped up. Shuddering as she thought of the slight details that she could remember from her nightmare, she lets herself out of bed to pick out some clothes. Finally deciding on a cream colored dress that hugged her shoulder and had roses printed on the dress to go with a rose embroidered belt, she bundles those clothes and undergarments together before walking into the bathroom.



<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Letting the slightly warm water fall onto her, she feels extreme heat stinging her right shoulder, and she yelps in pain.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “What?” She asks herself in a confused tone before she stares at that specific spot and jumps in shock, almost slipping on the wet floor. She has to grab on the shower curtain to keep her balance, and then she keeps her balance, but then a few of the shower curtain’s hooks fall down.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Eeeeep!” She squeals in embarrassment as she hurriedly hangs the hooks back on the pole before staring more intently on the symbol that had randomly popped up sometime last night or this morning. On her right shoulder was a crimson red fancy S with sky blue slashes surrounding the S.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Shrugging it off and dismissing it as a hallucination, she lets her right shoulder get soaked by the warm water, but when the pain increasingly worsens, the symbol grows brighter, and a shrill voice like echolocation starts up, Alison quickly shuts off the shower. As soon as she shuts off the water, the shrill ringing stops abruptly.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Huh, must have been the water pressure…” Alison murmurs to herself confusedly. Stepping out clad in a towel wrapped around her figure and a towel wrapped around her hair, she lightly lotions her body before slipping into her clothes. Once that’s done, she opens and closes the bathroom door, and jogs downstairs.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Grabbing a chocolate chip muffin and a light brown cardigan, she slips on the cardigan.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Bye Mom, Dad, Anita!” Alison loudly says before opening the front door and heading to school. <p style="text-indent:.5in;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p style="text-indent:.5in">

<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Once she reaches school, she’s immediately swarmed by the large crowd of tall peers that make her shrink within the crowd and not be seen. Quickly making her way throughout the crowd, Alison heads down to her little patio, a secret area she had discovered purely by accident during the middle of her freshmen year at this high school

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' It had been a cold, breezy day when Alison had stepped out of her writing class. Her teacher had asked her to send something to the eleventh grade writing teacher, and since Alison didn’t have the greatest mental map of the school, she mostly took random turns. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Taking a random turn once more, she ends up at a door with a slim window that lets some sunlight stream through and highlights the hallway. Being curious, she opens the door, and her jaw drops wide open in astonishment when she truly takes in the patio. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' The patio was a garden paradise that had an airy and light feeling to it. Heather, Aster, Bouvardia Double, and Chrysanthemum flowers filled up some of the space with rows of the various beauties in potting plants. There was a rocking bench, and it faced Atlanta in a flattering view. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “Whoa…” Alison murmurs to herself awestruck. Then, she suddenly remembers that she has to go back to give the letter to the other writing teacher and is about to leave when she hears footsteps coming from the hallway, and immediately stiffens. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' As the whistling of the person and the sound of their feet come closer, Alison darts her eyes back and forth, already thinking of good excuses for why she was out here. Then, the person comes closer and closer, and then passes by the patio. Alison wipes her forehead in relief, and then stares around it. It seemed to have no one that really knew about it, so it could be her secret hideout. With that last thought, she bade farewell until next time to her official school secret spot, and walked off to deliver the letter. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> That had been during December of her freshmen year. Now, she was a sophomore at Kent High School, and it had been nearly a year since she had found the area by accident. Even though she had only known about it for a year, it felt like her second home with its openness and Zen feel to it. She considered it the place she would always rely on, the place that would fail her last. Of course, it never actually occurred to her that even the areas that seemed to be strongest at never failing could actually lose its protectiveness… <p style="text-indent:.5in;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p style="text-indent:.5in">

<p style="text-indent:.5in"> As the clock ticks to eight forty AM, and the bell rings, indicating five minutes before homeroom period is over, Alison hastily stands up, and in doing so, the harsh fabric of her backpack rubs against her ‘tattoo’, and Alison grinds her teeth in anguish as it makes her mark sting, and the raucous noise pierces through the recently still and calm atmosphere, adding a unstable frenzy to it. Crinkling her eyes, Alison puts her fingers in her ears as she runs out of the patio.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> As she heads toward her class, a certain paranormal being materializes in the front courtyard, and it wasn’t one of those cheerful beings that were the epitome of childhood fantasy beings. No, this was the Slender Man, and he always brought an ominous and mysterious feeling with him.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “So… This is the school?” He quietly asks himself, “Interesting, just interesting.” Slowly walking around, he notices a secret seeming, isolated patio with flowers that had a strong scent and seemed to burst with life.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Well, that won’t do at all… Not at all,” The White One softly mumbled as he reached the Heather flowers. There they stood, being all bright and beautiful. It completely aggravated him. Softly touching the flowers, he feels satisfied as the heather flowers start to wilt and turn black. The flowers, which only mere moments ago, had seemed to shine by its beautiful hue of a color, now had a bit of an emptiness surrounding it.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “I think I’ll leave the rest of you flowers for later…” The Slender Man mutters in an inaudible tone before his gaze sets upon the forest, and his mood gets even happier.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Perfect… A nice place to set up, a true forest that’s sprawling with turns and twists. Ah, how I’ve missed these true forests…” He wistfully says, thinking of the days when forests seemed to reign most of the world. As his black, fancy shoes step on the slightly damp, dew riddled dirt and grass, he stomps on some near dead twigs, and he feels satisfactory when he hears the ‘crunch!” of the broken twig.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Of course, he doesn’t ponder too long since he never has, and he returns to the school courtyard. There, a little girl seems to playing hopscotch by herself, talking to an imaginary person and giggling.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Let’s see if I’m still as sharp as I was…” He says, letting his extra tentacle like arms extend and whip out before he steps out into the visible sunlight.

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