Slendie RP, Anyone?

Louis seemed to be viewing the world from beneath a fine mist, everything taking sometime to sink in as he struggled to keep up with Hannah. He knew he'd be virtually useless soon; a branch cracked under his right foot, sending him staggering in an attempt to keep his balance. He slumped awkwardly against yet another tree, hissing as his head bounced off the rough bark. His eyes managed to focus on a movement a small distance away, a sliver of glinting metal in the poor light.

'Hannah,' he managed to stutter, just as the girl froze. He raised an arm slowly, his breath loud in his own ears as his index finger pointed limply to the shining item within the ticket of forest.

Hannah looked to Louis, following his pointing finger. A knife. Her breath caught in her throat. Instead of answering the hidden man's question, she nervously called out to him. "We don't want to cause any trouble." She said.

"Good, cos... neither do I..." He stepped out from behind the tree. Head still swimming. "I think someone tried to kill me." He slurred. "I can't remember anything..." He looked at Louis. "Someone attack him?" He said with a shaky voice.

Hannah inwardly sighed with relief; he looked about as healthy as Louis. "I.. Sort of, sort of." She looked him up and down. "We're going to my house to clean him up." She used her chin to motion to the man beside her. "Want to come? I make a mean cup of tea." She offered a timid smile.

He put the knife away slowly, Hannah can see his knuckles are grazed and bloody. He didn't return the smile, instead his facial muscles were relaxed. "Yes, please. I think I'm concussed... I woke up in a grave." He slowly opened and closed his eyes. His pupil's are narrow, and there is a small hole in his coat's arm. He goes over to Louis with uneasy legs, and tried to help him up.

At this rate, even this strange man waking up in a grave didn't surprise her. Helping the man to get Louis to his feet, she wrapped her arm around Louis' waist, supporting him, and continued towards the forest's edge.

Observing from a distance shrouded by the shadows Slenderman waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. His demenor becomes tense as the switch-blade slides out ready to tear the male from this reality and rip him to pieces for daring to threaten one of his.

"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" The man asked Hannah, slowly, he didn't want to make any mistakes in his speech. He was grunting as he walked, he seemed to be in a lot of pain. I need to get a look at myself... See if I recognise me.

Louis felt useless as Hannah and the stranger helped him over the branch littered ground, his shoes muddied and streaked from walking in such poor conditions. Should have brought more appropriate shoes. Then, he stiffened slightly as his shattered mind stroked upon the one that had so viciously broken it in the first place. Just keep walking, no need to alarm the others.

"Shoot." Hannah looked forward to the questions, eager to have her mind preoccupied, even for a short time. When Louis stiffened, she tightened her hold on him, increasing her pace slightly.

'He is useless to me broken.' Slenderman thinks as he gently strokes Louis's mind sliding the pieces back into place leaving a small chunk of memory fractured allowing him to piece it back together as a reminder.

"Who are you? What day is it? What happened to your friend? Why are you here?" He asked slowly. "Sorry for asking so many questions... I can't remember anything."

Louis hissed; his small, white incisors drew blood as he bit heavily on his lip, attempting to stop himself crying out. His vision was fraying at the edges, darkness licking across the stuttering images his eyes were supplying to his brain. Something was reforming his thoughts; they gained in clarity as he sank to his knees, clutching desperately at his head.

"My name's Hannah, I'm 16 years old and I live on the edge of these woods. It's the 19th of December." She paused, unsure of how to answer his other questions. Ahead of them, the comforting orange glow of a street light glittered like a homing beacon through the dark leaves. When Louis hissed, she flinched, but dismissed the noise. When he sunk to his knees, she knew something was wrong. "Louis?" She fell to her knees before him. "Louis?!"

"Thank you." He said after Hannah answered him. The man groaned loudly as he was brought down with Louis too. Something opened up and he felt a warm liquid running down his left bicep. "Dammit! Help me get him up." He hissed through clenched teeth.

Hannah tightened her hold around Louis, scrambling to her feet, using all of her strength to get him back on his. "Louis?!"

Louis was dimly aware of talking beside him, the timbre rising beautifully as his unseeing eyes stared up at the cold stars. He seemed to be trapped in a vista of his own mind: the cracked and fractured pieces glowing a lovely golden as they melted, dripping together as a violin seemed to cut and jive through the noise of something falling heavily beside him.

A high-pitched scream pierced through the veil, shattering the illusion as he clawed frantically at his own eyes. Why am I blind? Is that me screaming? What the hell is this?

The man tried to restrain Louis, so he doesn't blind himself by clawing his eyes out. "Help me, please...!" He called at Hannah.

"Louis, can you hear me Louis?" In an effort to restrain Louis, she threw herself at him, pinning him and his arms to the ground. Hannah felt panicked, afraid for and briefly of Louis.

Louis struggled wildly; against what, he didn't know, but something was lying across his skinny chest. He was struggling to breath; each gasp clawing at his already ragged throat. He could feel himself panicking, almost hyperventilating as the darkness seemed to press down harder upon his eyes, the lack of oxygen confusing him. How am I drowning in a forest?

"Louis, Louis, it's okay, it's only me. It's just you and me. It's okay, you're okay. Relax." Ignoring the bleeding man beside them, she began to hum her fairytale tune quietly, keeping his arms firmly pressed but giving his chest more room.

Louis gasped, the cold air raking through his lungs as he shivered; his breaths deepened as he calmed, tentatively exploring his own mind helped him come to terms with the situation. His mind was whole, as though he'd never had it ripped apart: however, something was missing...

He was distracted from this little problem: his eyes were still refusing to open, or perhaps they were already open. His brow creased slightly as he attempted to touch them, to see if the lids were closed; however, something was locking his arms, he couldn't even bend his elbows.

He became aware of a familiar tune working its way into his burning mind; calming the swirling, stuttering mess of thoughts as he felt his conciousness fraying, slipping slowly into sleep.

The man looked at the two of them, still on his knees with a mixture of confusion and fasciation. "Is he awake?" He asked weakly.

"I.." She frowned, leaning down to listen to his breathing, before replying. "I think he is." She looked up to the man next to her. "Help me get him up?"

"I'll take his left. I can't feel mine." He got up slowly. His limbs still stiff from sleeping in a grave. He went to Louis' left side and looped his arm under his shoulder. "Ready?"