This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
Special note: There are *NO* sex acts involving anyone under 18 years old in this story, nor in any of my stories.
The Slender Man was
created
discovered by Victor Surge Knudsen.
Part 17 - Red Hot
"Whaa! Uhhh!"
I coughed as I woke up, the strong smell of ammonia filling my nostrils. I looked up to see Fire Marshal Zoe Singer kneeling above me, having administered the smelling salts.
"Uhhh... what happened?" I asked as I realized I was lying on my back in the yard of Point Hollow, just a few feet away from the copse of trees.
"Just lie still, Commander." I heard Cindy Ross's voice say.
"How long was I out?" I asked, as vivid images seemed to crowd my mind.
"Just a few seconds." said Zoe. "The time it took us to get to you after you smashed Slender Man on the head."
"Where... where is he?" I asked, looking around. Seeing nothing, I tried to get up.
"Easy, Commander..." started Cindy. I was having none of it.
"Help me up." I ordered. When no one moved, I said a little more angrily "Help. Me. Up!" Seeing that I was going to try to get up anyway, Teresa and Hugh Hewitt moved in and helped me to a sitting position, then on up to standing. My legs could barely hold me, and the Officers didn't let me go.
"Where is he? Where is the bastard?" I asked.
"We don't know." Cindy said. "He disappeared."
"Walk him to the ambulance." Zoe ordered as I gaped, unable to speak. Teresa and Hugh helped as I walked slowly to the ambulance. My legs didn't want to respond to me, they seemed to be herky-jerky and all over the place. But by the time I got to the ambulance in the driveway, I was recovering the use of them.
"Where are the kids?" I asked, more calmly this time.
"They were all evacuated," said Teresa, "and they're being taken to the Hospital. You gave us time to get them out of there, sir."
"And Slender Man is gone?" I asked. "What happened?"
"Sir," said Myron, who had come up to me, "we all saw you swing your crowbar and hit that guy on the head. And then everyone says that some kind of flash of lightning blinded him or her. When we could see again, you were lying on the ground, and the Slender Man was gone.
"We are getting statements from everyone here." said Teresa. "Including the ambulance drivers and staff, and the Fire Marshal herself. By the way, sir, what do
you
remember?" At that point, I realized that I was being videotaped.
"Slender Man came out of the woods." I said. "I heard Myron say there were heat signatures of the kids in the woods, so I rushed the Slender Man. We were fighting, and then he was lifting me off the ground... and then... I swung my crowbar at his head... where
is
my crowbar, by the way?"
"Can't have the Iron Crowbar without his Palladium." Cindy said. That pawky sense of humor must be her defense mechanism, I realized as she said "I'll go get it." I watched as she went over to where I'd been laying and look around. A second later, she bent over...
"AAUUGHH!!"
Cindy had screamed as she picked up the crowbar, and dropped it like a hot potato. Zoe had rushed over.
"That thing is burning hot!" Cindy exclaimed as Zoe examined her hand. Fortunately, the burns were very superficial.
Teresa went over and held her hand out over my crowbar. "Damn, it's emanating heat. Serious heat, like a stove top. Someone get some tongs or an oven glove or something..."
Part 18 - Back to Back
2:00am, Saturday, April 21st. I was lying on my back on a gurney, having just had an MRI. Admiral Cordell and Dr. Morgan were looking at the results, along with X-rays.
"Don, I don't know what is going on," said Dr. Cordell, "but with you, I've learned to expect the unexpected."
"How's my back?" I asked, fearing the worst. My back was hurting, fire seeming to shoot up and down my spine. Slender Man had fucked me up pretty badly.
"That's the rub, Don." said Cordell. "Your back... seems to be healed. Your injured vertebrae are about like they were before, but the bones seem better stitched together. The disc implant between them looks to be in good shape, and again more tightly packed than before."
"Well, I did walk to the ambulance and into here." I said.
"Despite this." said Dr. Cordell, holding up my 'girdle'. A hole had been burned through it... completely through it. "Your back looks the same way; there's a burn on the back of it, which we bandaged up." My outer armor also had a hole through it, as did the black shirt I'd worn.
"And an even stranger thing, Don," said Dr. Morgan, "is that it looks like your spinal cord was severed, and then repaired completely. It's fine, but it looks like the nerves were spliced together again after being cut in two."