Young Writers Society

this was all written from the prompt given to me by the wonderful indieeloise:

Prompt: Slenderman kidnapped you in the middle of the night and transported you to a small island of the coast of Greece where he holds his other captives and occasionally tortures them

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They looked at me like I was the bad guy. I couldn't take two steps without hearing a snarl or an angry remark from the very people I'd just rescued. I got my hands bloody for them, literally, and they couldn't have the slightest bit of decency to even nod their heads in approval.

I looked down at my clothes, now painted in a dark red hue. I reeked of dried blood and struggled to keep myself from regurgitating. Even my fingers and face were sticky with the fluid. I tried my hardest to shake it all off, but the cold night air had already caused it to settle into place.

I looked back into the crowd ahead of me. "Fear no more, the beast has been killed!"

Sobs broke out near the back of the crowd and a few children drew closer to their parents.

I raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, but was stopped suddenly by a few of the men.

"Don't you dare come any closer here you... you-"

"Savior? Is that the word you're looking for?" I asked.

"You filth." He finished.

I watched some women lead the little ones into their homes, assuming they were going off to pack their belongings, and the men as they gathered their tools; I assumed they were going to assist me with getting rid of the rotting corpse I'd left behind.

"Ah, everyone's getting ready to head out I see. I used to study maps, I think if I can look around a bit, I'll have an idea of where we a-"

"No one's going anywhere but you." a man said with a sullen look on his face. He gripped his shovel tighter as he approached me.

"Wha- what are you talking about? Listen to yourselves!" It was almost impossible to believe that I went from arguing with my landlord to arguing with these ungrateful prisoners in just a day.

"You listen to us. You better leave our island before we make you leave."

I looked at the faces of the men as they surrounded me. I didn't get it; he took us here, kept us here, yet these people hated me for getting rid of him.

They came closer, raising their weapons. "Or we'll just kill you."

"No! Wait, wait! If you leave me be, I'll- I'll pay you all! Lots and lots of money!"

They continued moving in. One with a voice full of sorrow looked at me, "If you had money, you wouldn't have had the privilege to come here."

"But, but I saved you! He kidnapped you and I saved you. I killed him for all of you," I tried to reason with them, "Please, I saved you!"

They shook their heads. "He took us in, and he," one of them pointed behind me, "...saved us."

I quickly spun around, and there was the faceless face of the face I'd just smashed in looking down at me with a lookless look of remorseful pity.

My jaw dropped and tears dripped down my cheeks as the men's tools fell on me from every direction. Through the blows, I heard one of them mutter in a woeful tone, "He did always tell us there were two ways to be saved."