Hi. This is actually Cam. Elaine has asked me to do this because apparently she was late for work. Why she didn't just finish this post while waiting for calls, I'm not sure, but she wanted me to finish it and post it. Here's what she had, then I'll finish it off and let you know when it changes to me.
(Elaine perspective starts here)Right. Most of you know, I think, that Shitstar's been threatening to come try and kill me. He's been talking about it in comments, and hell he's even made a couple of blog posts about how he's in the area plotting how to do so, because apparently he's overconfident and/or stupid.
I'd kind of hoped in a sick way that he was less incompetent than he came off on his blog.
Well, everyone, that has proved to be false hope. I met Star today, and yes, he tried to kill me. And Cam.
I was walking home from my usual 2pm outing, when I noticed two guys following me. At the time I wasn't sure if they were Star's crew, random other proxies, or completely unrelated to Slendy at all, but I knew that if they were following me, they were probably bad fucking news. So, I pull out my phone, text Cam to let him know what's going on, put something up on twitter, then casually led the way down a side street and into an abandoned house I used for a creative writing project last fall. Once in, I managed to get the drop on them, largely because I actually knew the layout of the house. They had me outnumbered, but not outclassed. I had the advantage of having been fighting for more than a few weeks. I was fighting them off and had one knocked out on the floor and one backing the fuck off, when Cockrobin arrived, holding a knife to Cam's throat.
I don't remember exactly how it all happened, but I'll put it down as accurately as I can.
"Twinkletwat. You fucker. Put Cam down and lets settle this properly." I spat, flipping him off.
He smiled at me, that sick disturbing smile that never leaves his face. "Now why would I want to do that, Lainey? This is WAY more fun. Even Cammy agrees, don't you Cammy?"
I frowned and glared, ignoring Cam's frantic look. If I focused on him, I'd get scared and sloppy, and I couldn't afford that for us now. "How fucking original. You going to keep spouting cliches, or are you going to put him down so you can get at me, like we both know you want?"
"Oh Lainey, I don't have to kill you myself. That's what they are for." He only then seemed to really focus on the mess I'd made of the two I'd been fighting, and he glared. "At least in theory. Angmar, Scarecrow, what is this bullshit? You idiots even can't keep one little girl under control?" His smile faded and he stepped forward to slash Scarecrow's throat. Just killed his own fucking man for not killing me.
I'll admit, a bit of fear surged through me. However much it seems like he's an inept idiot, watching him murder his own man without being phased was chilling. Cam went a delicate shade of green and passed the fuck out. "The fuck? You're a twisted son of a bitch and you need to get the fuck away from me and mine. Get. Out. Now."
His smile came back. "That's not very nice, you know. I came all the way here to play with you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. "You should play with me, Lainey, or I tell Angmar here to kill Cammy. Even he can't mess up killing an unconscious boy. Hopefully." I almost laughed at the look Cuntmuffin shot his minion here. It was so stereotypically the irritated supervillain.
For lack of a better option, I sighed. "What. You want to fight me? Isn't that a little... not your style?"
He laughed, and a less happy laugh I've never heard. I've been seeing him almost every night in my dreams for weeks now, and I knew him, I knew how he moved, how he spoke, how he looked. But somehow it never chilled me there like it did when I was facing him in the real world, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and a corpse on the floor. I continued, fighting hard to keep my composure. "I thought you only took people when they weren't expecting it. Is that what happened to your brother?" I smiled coldly at him, trying to psych him out. "I did my reading, just like you said. I know you killed him. What was it? Were you jealous? Did you just not want to share the spotlight anymore? Did you think your parents liked him better?"
"Laniey, talk too long and I'll get bored. You don't want that." He told me, his smile thin and angry.
I could tell I was getting to him, he's pretty obvious about the random subject changes. Remember that, if you ever have to face him. And remember this. Don't press the matter. It doesn't end well. Not unless you're prepared to face a psychopath with a knife who is really pissed and really good at killing people. I, of course, did the stupid thing, injured and worn out. "Bored? No. This isn't boring. Don't you like to talk about how you brutally murdered your family? I expect your brother was the first, since you apparently still feel guilty about it. Imagine, you, still feeling guilty about killing someone." I smirked at him.
He scoffed theatrically. "Me, feel guilty? Never. I don't know what you're talking about."
He looked uncomfortable, so I ignored him. "But that's it. Maybe you still feel guilty about all your kills? You certainly spend a lot of time on your blog talking about how you'd prefer to not be a proxy. A lot of it is subtle, but it's there. I have a list at home."
"What are you talking about? I love my work!" He was getting shifty and toying with the knife in his hand. I figured I had him.
"Really? Can't say I blame you. They keep trying to hollow you out. Offered to kill you once. But you keep slipping the mind control. Are you that much of a freak? Just a freak who wasn't good enough for his parents and killed his brother off to get back at them?"
He froze, the grin gone and replaced with an in human snarl, and he dove for me in a fit of rage. "You." he growled, slashing at me and forcing me to jump back in a way that I'm already regretting. "Don't. Know. Anything. You crazy bitch."
Each word was punctuated by an attack, and one of them got me, a long shallow scratch across my left arm. He was furious and I was worn out, and it was all I could do to fend him off. Don't think he even noticed any damage I did to him. Not sure if I even did, to be honest. Didn't take the time to check, so long as he was still attacking. For that matter, he kept the rant going solid, though I tuned him out in favor of paying attention to what he was doing in the fight.
I'll be honest. Considering I'd accidentally pushed his panic button, there's a good chance we both would've died there had I not managed to push Star into Angmar's back. He whirled and attacked Star on reflex. I didn't stick around to see what happened next, I just grabbed Cam and ran to the nearest police station. (Elaine perspective ends here)
Okay, it's me again. I was waking up when we cut and ran, and I remember with great detail the panicked several block run to the station, Elaine bleeding pretty heavily but going strong. The police were some of the same lot who'd talked to us about Wolf, and they were therefore inclined to believe us when we said we'd been attacked. They had us sit down, bandaged Elaine's arm, as well as a few other cuts she didn't mention. Once again, there were a lot of questions, but we were lucky that Elaine has a very believable reason for being attacked that had nothing to do with any of this mess, and when they were faced with the body of the guy Star killed and the two of us, beat up and exhausted, they were inclined to believe us.
I think Elaine's still worried she'll get arrested for this, but I'm pretty sure we're fine. She just needed a couple of stitches, and I'll have a rather ugly cut on my neck for the next few days, but we'll be fine.
In a strange way, Star, I have to thank you. I have my answer now. I'm going to tell Jake. That whole time Star was walking me to that house, all I could think about that I'd never again have a chance to tell him how much I loved him, I'd never get to marry him, we'd never adopt the kids we want or have a house together.
So, I'm going to tell him when he gets home. I hope it goes well.
PS, a few of you that I've interacted with and are in the area are getting invitations to the wedding. Please, this is a rather small affair and for obvious reasons the security is going to be pretty tight. If any of you need help procuring a hotel room or proper clothes(I know mostly runners don't ravel with formal apparel), let me know, and of course let me know if you're coming, so I have a count. But keep it quiet, please? I'm sure I probably don't have to tell you this, but the logistics of having a bunch of stalked at my wedding are rather daunting.
I'll look forward to seeing you all there!