I hate Slenderman.
I loathe Redlight.
I swear to GOD, I will kill every last one of them. I will never lose sight of the goal. I swear to never, EVER EVER give up in the fight against Slenderman or his lackeys, no matter how strong they are.
And I make this promise as I sit here, on the hard shoulder, in my car, in the bloody Irish rain with Balthazar at my side, licking the tears off my face because they're salty.
I make this promise for Raymond Shaunessy, even though I never met him.
I make this promise for Reach, who I did meet. Who I talked with in jest and in hate. In banter and in arguments. In Theories and in life.
I think I kinda fell in love with you.
I know it’s stupid and you’re, like, forty mentally and you don’t physically age and it’s really REALLY stupidly Twishite clichéd, not to mention the fact that you’re still in love with your fiancée and I‘ll probably never get to see you again, but it’s true. You’re the only person I’ve ever had my mind in perfect synch with on the important things, and the only person I’d ever want to have my back in a fight to the death. You helped me get back on my feet after arriving back home for the first time in six years and you didn‘t even bat an eye when Cameron started to slander me. You even were sarcastic back to him. Snickered after I knocked him out.
I like to think I helped you too in some ways… You’re abrasive and arrogant, you’re annoying and angsty, you piss me off and you make me laugh, I barely knew you when I drove up there, but I knew you needed help and hell, you were home-kin. Now I feel like I still barely know you, but not because I’ve never spoken to you this time, now I feel it’s because I’ve only scratched the surface.
And I’ll probably never get to dig any deeper.
It’s heartless for me to say this now, when you can't say anything back and after what you did for me, but hey. At least I don’t have to deal with your rejection this way, huh?
Reach, I know love you.
He’s gone, isn’t he.
He faced off against Slenderman.
He told me to run and I said no, screamed no.
And then that tentacle grabbed my neck and I shot Him. And the tentacle tightened on my neck. And Reach slammed into His side and yelled back at me to run.
So I did.
Because I’m a filthy coward who’s ready to leave the guy she’s sworn to fight with to a grisly fight with an otherworldly abomination.
Fuck me. I’m not worth the iPhone I’m writing on.
But I won’t give up and roll over. Nor shall I waste time wallowing in self-pitying angst.
Because Reach and Tony would fucking kill me if I did so.
So I’m back.
And I’m going to do everything for two now.
Because I can’t let Him win.
I'll tell you everything later. But I need to get to the hotel and focus on not crashing into a sheep or something.
Good lord, was it really three days on your end? It's only been four or six hours by my watch....