“We want your soul.”
“What?”
Jemima smiled at the old headmistress as she kicked off her shoes. “You were a bully,” she said. “You were in charge of a school that allowed Wilfred to photograph my private parts.” Jemima pulled her dress off over her head to stand naked in the living room. The tennis still played on the TV. The sound of young girls making high pitched grunts and groans came from the screen. “Excuse me while I undress. I don’t want to get blood on my clothes.”
From her dress the naked little girl pulled a small object. A small silver knife.
“Do you want to know the really scary thing that happens when you abuse children?”
Hoxton gasped a terrified sound. “I did nothing to you,” she mouthed.
“The real scary thing is eventually the balance of power shifts… You get old… whilst the child grows to strength.” Jemima climbed onto the sofa to straddle her old headmistress, sitting across her lap, facing her with the knife. “And eventually… one day… that scared little child has the ability to do some damage.”
“I did nothing to you,” Hoxton said with force. “I did nothing to you. There’s no reason to… I’m nothing to you… I’m nothing… There is no revenge to be had with me.”
Jemima leaned back for a moment. “Revenge? This is not about revenge… Hurt-people, hurt people, Miss Hoxton… It makes them feel good… It makes me feel good.” Jemima looked up briefly as she put the knife against Hoxton’s throat. She looked at Slenderman with caring, loving eyes and slowly drew the blade across Hoxton’s throat. A spurt of blood squeezed out with such force it crossed the room and hit the TV screen right as a round of applause came from the tennis crowd. The pretty female player bounced the ball as she prepared to serve; blood rolling across her image and down across the glass.
Jemima put the knife below Hoxton’s shirt and sliced it up to the collar to reveal the woman’s wrinkled and malnourished breasts. “This is what you like, isn’t it?” Jemima whispered, moving closer to her ear. “The thought of a pretty naked girl against you?” With that she rammed the knife hard under Hoxton’s left breast, puncturing her lung. “It’s what you have dreamed of,” she whispered as she withdrew the knife and stabbed again, hard into her flank.
Slenderman held the old woman’s wrists as she crashed out.
Jemima writhed against the old hag, pressing her juvenile boobs against the old woman’s, spreading the blood between them.
She leaned back, throwing her hair back and rubbing her chest with bloody hands to smear the blood further. “I love you Max,” she said looking up to the Slenderman. “Take her… Take her soul and live again.”
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They walked hand in hand. The streets were quiet and deserted at this hour save for a fox that walked to the centre of the road with curiosity, then cowered away as the three meter tall man strode past.
Hand in hand, Jemima and Max crossed from Highgate Village to the cemetery, one of London’s most famous landmarks. They passed through the metal railings as easily as if they were mist and walked amongst the gothic headstones and stone angels towards the top of the hill.
From their high vantage point they surveyed London in the early hours from the Northern cemetery to the twinkling lights atop the buildings of Canary Wharf, the city stretched out almost endlessly. “This is our home now, Max… and there are children here. Oh, there are so many children in this place you can live in this world forever… Finally together… in love… and immortal.” The Slenderman turned to face the girl and gently lowered to his knees. His long spoke-like arms wrapped around to hold her close and they rested their foreheads together. “We can live together again, Max… we can love together again… for eternity.”
…the end?
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