Flyingllamas

    Usually when Jeff tried to hunt someone down, his victim made it easy for him. If they didn’t give themselves away with minute sounds (breathing was never something one could do quietly enough) then their panicked escape always blazed a trail as clear as daylight. In the midst of a murderous (beautiful, the voice in his head whispered) rampage, Jeff found himself to be adept at flushing out his terrified prey, allowing them to meet their unfortunate (but bettering) ends.    This time, though, was different. Either Jeff’s sense weren’t heightened like they usually were in the middle of a hunt or Rose was proving to be a

    If there was anything BEN could have said to piss Slenderman off the most, telling him his estate burned down was probably at the top at that list. While everyone else shrank back from the entity as tendrils exploded from the back of his suit, BEN just lay limply in the dog’s jaw, grinning, and totally uncaring of Slenderman’s growing wrath. Jeff shook his head. Fearless dipshit, that one.    “What did you do, Benjamin?” Slenderman demanded tersely, tendrils twitching agitatedly around him.    “Can you guys talk about this later?” another voice chimed in as the person in the other head’s jaws

    Somewhere along the way, Ben lost most of what made him human. He had never really given much thought to the loss of his soul, slipping easily into the coat of demonic tormentor and out of the worn jacket of disturbed teen. The part of his soul remaining, which compelled him to allow Seth to trail after him like a lost puppy, and the bitter void in his chest often made themselves known at the most inopportune times, especially after his party of one expanded to a merry band of two.    It was easy to ignore at first. Ben’s general apathy towards anything and everything didn’t disturb him, although it caused him to butt heads w

   To be honest, hanging out in a lair inside of a potentially active volcano wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be, or so Jeff thought. He wondered if Typhoeus had gotten the idea from the villains in nearly every cartoon ever produced, or if he was just his own bad stereotype.   For one, there was the god damn rocks and sand that got into everything. No matter how many times he shook out his socks and shoes, there seemed to be an endless amount of sharp red sand that crept back into them. He tried going barefoot, but after only a few steps, he was pretty sure there were rocks embedded permanently into his feet. Of course, when he

   The Minotaur, perhaps, could be placed as the figurehead of ancient mythology though his place was among the Greeks. Highly recognizable and symbolic of man's follies, the half-man, half-bull and his legend spread to nearly facet of fantasy.   As the beast's nostrils flared as he stared down the occupants of the van, Rose supposed there was probably a very good reason his myth survived and was thrust into the spotlight. The bull tugged at a metal collar around his neck before theatrically dragging a hoof back twice against the ground. She and the hooded proxy shared a look of utter disbelief before the Minotaur charged at the van. The van

    The killer's name was Jeff, or so he told her as the van shot through narrow cobbled streets. “And yours is Rose, do you really not remember?” he asked her.    Rose, as the girl supposed she used to be, shook her head and shrank back from him as he reached out to touch her arms again. He faltered, and shakily drew his hand back back, hurt evident in his eyes. It curled into a tense fist beside him on the van seat. Despite being out of the hellish hospital, she felt like doing nothing more than curling up and dying finally out of the monsters' reach. It felt like an utter violation of her soul to have seen the bodies swinging

    “You're lucky, you know, to have washed ashore here.”     The girl ignored the doctor and stared past him to the open window. Sunlight spilled past the white cotton drapes until its warm rays whispered around the sheets at her feet.     “There's good medical care here,” the doctor continued, “and a lot of English speakers. We can get you home.”     Still, the girl didn't give any indication she'd heard him, focusing instead on the hum of the bugs which lived in the trees outside. Their sounds echoed in her head and she winced slightly.     “Let us get you home,” the doctor insisted,