Slendie RP, Anyone?

Hannah shook her head. "You don't understand. It's just.. You deal in hope and happiness, Luminen, but you can't fix everything." She turned and fled into the woods.

As Hannah ran, her thoughts flew. She had gotten over the tree's collapse, but Slender Man's revival of it had brought her to realise that once the past had crumbled it couldn't be fixed. That made her want to live in the now and get everything right, and what seemed right at the moment was finding Louis and John.

"Drop it!" John yelled harshly across the street, now aiming his P99 at Alexander. He was now stood. His left index finger a few millimeters off the trigger. His heart was beating extremely fast, he was breathing deeply so his hands didn't shake.

Alexander's face darkened, pulling Louis in front of him, and slowly flicking off the safety so the other man knew he meant business. He pressed it into his hostage's skull pointedly.

John's stomach sank as this happened. He remained where he was and continued aiming at Alexander. "You're gonna run outta spares at this rate! I got enough mags to do this all night!" He hollered at Alexander.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, twisting Louis' arm behind his back sharply so he cried out, sending the noise ringing across the street. 'You've only got one of these though,' he replied, coldly.

"I guess not" sighing to himself as he clicks his watch and the treehouse reverts to the one Slenderman crafted, undoing Luminen 's change. With it done, Luminen fades away.

"Same as you. He has invaluable info on him. He dies, his secrets go with him!" He takes a step back, to the car, still facing Alexander. "You could see as this too. You only live once too."

The agent gritted his teeth, staring at the other man over Louis' shoulder. He was clearly dealing with a professional. 'He's more use dead to the agency than revealing high-level data to amnesic gunmen,' he called, twisting Louis' arm further into his slender back, causing him to arch in pain.

"Then what about me with that info?" He calls back. "I can call all the National Newspapers and give them this data... So give me back the psychic and split." He was carefully placing his iron sights onto the other gunman's head.

Alexander narrowed his eyes. 'I haven't told you anything,' he stated. 'And who's going to believe you?' He snorted. 'A group seriously bent on unravelling supernatural events? You'll just be another crackpot bunging up their hotline.'

"See, I got files, buddy." He snorted right back. "I got memory sticks, I got files as wide as your arm and it's all got you guys and me written all over it." He was now showing considerable bravado, but keeping his pistol aimed right at Alexander's head.

Hannah ran faster, searching for the edge of the wood. Something was driving her, like some form of internal navigation system. She wasn't heading towards her house, but the path she was travelling still felt familiar, and she eagerly searched for paved ground.

Alexander paused, attempting to gauge whether the other man was bluffing or not. He felt Louis shift, stepping back just in time to avoid the concealed knife which slid from the sleeve. He grasped the thin hand, crushing the fingers with unnecessary pleasure as the thin blade fell from Louis' fingers. He quickly resumed his position, this time grinding the broken bones together as he looked icily over at the other man.

'John, please,' whispered Louis, hoarsely, only Alexander hearing him.

Hannah's muddied shoes finally hit solid ground and she gasped in a lungful of air like a long-submerged swimmer. She had no time to stop, however, and continued running, heading down the unknown road and rounding the corner instinctively.

"Drop him! Or I will shoot!" He yelled, sounding quite ireful. His finger was now on the trigger but no pressure exerted onto it. He was still aiming squarely at Alexander's head.

'Oh, but I'm having so much fun,' he laughed, grasping Louis' hand in an iron grip and twisting his arm up with his full strength, smirking grimly as he heard the arm crack sickeningly, only to be drowned out by Louis' wild scream.

Turning another corner, the tugging, drawing sensation suddenly dropped, and Hannah drew in the scene before her: John aiming a gun at a man holding a gun to Louis' head. No, not just any man. There was something about the shape of his jaw, the point of his nose, the slight unbalance in his full lips.. It couldn't be, could it? There was only one way to find out.

"Alex?"

Alexander recognised the voice, his eyes widening in surprise as he swallowed fitfully, ignoring Louis' sobbed pleas.

'Hannah?'

John needed to wait this out, needed an opening for Alex to show so he can nail him, safely. He was mildly startled by a girl calling something out, he looked around briefly and saw it was Hannah, his heart skipped a beat. He resumed his gaze at Alexander, hands shaking slightly.

Hannah's mouth hung open. She looked a state: her auburn hair was wild around her pale, blushing face; her shirt was slightly ripped from where a stray branch had gripped the fabric as she ran; her shoes were coloured brown with soil. She took a hesitant step closer, ignoring Louis completely and staring at the man she had been so sure she had lost.

Alexander swallowed, his eyes drifting to Hannah's face. That perfect face. He could feel his throat clenching, as he shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to control the situation.

Hannah took another step, and another, and another. She felt weightless, completely submerged in a dream, and she was terrified of waking up. Her gaze was fixed to his face, a face she had always found wonderfully handsome, and she had no wish to ever look away again.

John approached, with long and slow strides, in order to be quiet and not to loose his aim. The situation may be resolved peacefully he tells himself. But he may have to interrupt this reunion with a headshot... Louis was his concern. His hands stopped shaking.

Alexander released Louis, hardly noticing him slump to the floor, his attention was seemingly completely devoted to Hannah. He hesitantly stepped up to her, caressing her perfect cheekbones with his left hand as he gazed warmly into her familiar eyes.

'Hello, Hannah,' he whispered, pressing his lips to her smaller, sweeter ones, enjoying the taste of her breath.

John walked briskly forward a few steps then his pistol lowered and he ran to the floored Louis. He stood over his and checked if he was conscious. "Get up, Lou!" He reached down to grab him by the collar.