Trapped

Chapter Fourteen (B)

Suddenly feeling someone's hands around my arm as I was being pulled back, disabling me from even trying to actually attack the Tall Man, I instantly, in slight annoyance, look at the one who stopped me.

Seeing Blasius' face helped me instantly get back to reality, as he was slightly looking me right in the eyes.

I almost didn't think of whatever it is that I have gone through just several seconds ago, if not two seconds.

Good timing.

I wasn't too sure why could it be that he's stopped me.

Maybe he doesn't believe I can do it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he said, angrily, in a loud yet still quiet voice, the second we were standing inside the building again.

Out of Slenderman's possibly direct sight.

He basically snapped at me.

"Do you wanna get yourself killed?!"

Maybe.

"I was saving us," I was trying to explain what I was trying to do, although it was hard.

He already knows, definitely.
And he's angry at me.

Why do I care?

I do...

"BY KILLING? Killing him?"

"We have to get out, Blasi. It doesn't matter how," I said, and although I knew we probably had so much bigger of problems to deal with, I still quite silently hoped that he wouldn't notice what I called him.
I didn't even know why I called him that, because I didn't directly mean to.

Maybe he noticed and is going to ignore.

"Well, you shouldn't have stopped me then, if that's what you think. I could've been free now," he said to me, still angrily.

I could feel his anger, to a certain extent.

His emotions.

Again, his pain. His suffering.

Possibly, everything.

Although I tried to ignore all of that because I needed to focus on everything else, I couldn't.

I cared.

I care.

Maybe, too much.

I knew that what he meant by that was the moment he's tried to kill himself right in front of my eyes.

"If I did that, he would've just found another victim. What you did there wasn't setting yourself free, it was giving up," I was saying, trying to hide the fact that I'm angry he's stopped me.

I don't understand why he did.

"It's most likely we're not his only victims anyway, Micah," he said, slightly sighing, as I could instantly notice how he has calmed down, even if just a little bit, even though he definitely was still angry and not okay.

"Then how do you suggest we get out? He's always gonna bring us back if he's alive, and torture us possibly more than before, until he's tired of us and he kills us," I tried to explain further the reason for his death.

"Not like this. I made a mistake telling you I want out."

He almost makes me believe he's suddenly on his side, for whatever reason.

But I refuse to believe this.

"I knew you don't want to be here. You didn't have to say it," I was scared to say more, because I didn't want to make him hate me.
And, he probably already did.

What did he do to him?

"How?"

"Who would want to be here?" I answered.

"They do," he said, somehow almost, although unintentionally, making me feel pathetic.

"Are you sure about that?" At this point, I almost didn't believe whatever he was saying.
What does he think is happening here?

"What do you think then? That they fought so hard that they eventually gave up and surrendered to him?"

"Even that is much more likely than that it is their choice," I said, and then I realized that it sounded as if I think he's stupid.
I instantly regretted it.
"You should have let me kill him."

"What the Hell do you think would happen if you lost to him?" he said, and for some reason, I've felt even more torture from him.
Even the pain in his eyes as well as the tears were now more visible, although I wasn't too sure about why.

It definitely isn't me dying.

I mean nothing to him.

Finally, I've realized, Why am I feeling his emotions? What he feels?

When it began, it felt almost normal, as if it was always there.
I didn't know why I was feeling them, but I was.
And it didn't completely terrify me.

I've stayed quiet, trying to figure out what to tell him, worried about anything that could make him feel bad even more.
He looked out to see outside of the building, and then looked at me again.

"We need to get out of here. HERE, back to the mansion. Get it? It's not safe here," he was almost hissing at me in anger, trying to make me understand his point, leaving me to wonder with no possibility of asking a question, if this place is worse than the one before.

I just looked at him, not knowing how he wants to get out.
If Slenderman doesn't die, only he can truly choose whether or not we can leave.
He grabbed me by my arm, leading me out of the building, making sure there isn't anybody else watching us.

"Be quiet," he warned me, having both of us step outside.
He still had his hand wrapped around my arm, making me take several steps away from the huge mansion we were in, making sure we're both as quiet as possible.

When we've gotten to the edge of the huge side wall, Blasius was looking in front of us, trying to figure out if we're alone, but I was already noticing someone from behind by the trees as soon as I turned my head to look.
I couldn't know who it was considering all the darkness we were so surrounded by, but I was sure that if we're about to get noticed, it won't be any good.

And then his sight landed on both of us, yet Blasius didn't notice, which led me to tug him by the arm, having him look.
As soon as he noticed him, he was struck for a second, not knowing how to react.

The second he was starting to take quick steps to get near us, we ran as fast as we could as I could feel Blasi let go of my arm, and we ran until I, without experiencing any pain, fell to the ground, unconscious.