Kidnapped by the Creepypasta's.

Chapter two.

        I hold my breath, and whirl around. I’m thrown off guard when an arm comes around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I scream, and a hand covers my mouth. I kick, and flail, but nothing helps. A figure forms in front of me. A man wearing a white mask.

        “Good job, Hoodie.” He says. I jerk my head back, hitting the face of the man behind me. He groans, and clutches his face, dropping me. I hit the ground, but quickly get right back up. I run for it. I look around, and see Hoodie leap at my feet. I quickly dodge, and cartwheel to the left. Those gymnastics lessons paid off. I run as fast as I can, but the guy with the mask is running too. Before I have a chance to react, he grabs me, and hoists me up.

        “Let me go, you asshole!” I say to him, kicking and hitting.

        “Shut up, Lindsey.” He says. I freeze. How does he know my name? He chuckles, apparently knowing what i’m thinking, since I stopped fighting. “Yeah, we’ve been watching you for quite a while. You’re just what we need.” Then he goes silent. What does he mean, “Just what we need?” I think to myself.

        “You bone head! How did she get away? She’s a child, and a girl, and she got away from a grown man.” The guy with the mask says to Hoodie.

        “Masky, i-it was a-an a-accident!” Hoodie exclaims. Masky looks at me, as I cross my arms and glare at him.

        “Boy, Slender’s gonna get a kick outta this one!” He says, cupping my chin in his hand. I stare him in the eye, then spit in it.
        
        “Why you little brat!” He says, wiping his face. I’m hit on the back of the head, and pass out

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        I wake up in a room. It seems like a basement. I try to stand up, but due to being chained by the wrists and ankles, it’s a little hard. I hear a laugh in the corner. I jerk my head to the side, and glare at the person in the corner. Masky laughs again.

        “Having fun there?” He asks me.

        “Shut up.” I say, sending deadly looks to him. He laughs once more. Then he walks up the stairs, and out the door. I sit down, and lean against the wall. I fiddle with the chains, but it does no use. Tears well in my eyes, causing my eyes to hurt. I wipe my eyes. I refuse to cry. I’ll be strong. I reach my hands up to my head, and fumble around, trying to pull my bobby pin out of my hair. I succeed, and carefully bring the bobby pin to my mouth, and bite down on it. I bring my mouth to the lock on the chains, and move it around, until I hear a faint click. Good thing I can pick locks. I pull my hands out of the chains, and do the same to the chains on my feet, until both my hands and feet are free.

        I scan the room, and find a chair, the one Masky was sitting in, and a high window. I quietly move the chair to the window, and hop up, open the window, and climb through. Just as I am pulling myself through the window, I hear the door open, and I look back.

        Masky is standing there, looking at me. He runs down the stairs toward me. That snaps me out of my daze, and I pull the rest of me through the window, shutting it behind me, but not before I hear:

        “She’s getting away!”

        I run for the woods, and hear people behind me. push my feet harder, running faster than I ever had before. I look behind me, and trip. I get up fast, but not fast enough.

        Someone grabs me, and pulls me back. I drag my feet against the ground, and throw myself down, like a child having a temper tantrum. It slows him down, and I see who it is.

        A man with black hair, white skin, and what appears to be his eyelids burned off. He also has a red smile carved in his face. He grabs me with both hands, and hoists me over his shoulder. I kick and hit and punch and scream but nothing works. Everything goes dark, and I blink, trying to get use to the new dark. A light flicks on, and I squint. The man stands behind me, holding my shoulders so I can't run. I cross my arms, and put on my annoyed/brave face, looking at the variety of people in the room. Someone speaks.

        “That was a very stupid thing to do, Lindsey. You could have gotten yourself hurt, and Jeff wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you.” I look at the speaker. A tall, white man, wearing a suit. Oh, and where his face should have been, was no face. Just indents where his eyes and mouth should be. He motions at the white faced guy with a carved in smile as he says that last part. I keep my arms crossed, glaring.

        “What do you want with me?” I ask, still glaring at him. He motions to everyone else, and points at the door. They leave. He stands up. God! He’s really tall.

        “Lindsey. I know you might be scared, and wondering why you are here.” He says, pausing a moment, giving me time to put in my response.

        “Okay. So, answer to the first question is no. I am not scared. Not even a bit. I am pissed off, though. And answer to second question… Of course I’m wondering where I am.” I say, showing how mad I really was. The guy sighs.

        “Lindsey. I’m Slenderman. And we took you because I saw you in the woods one day, walking home, and I thought you were a perfect victim. So, I watched you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And watching you, made me realize that you had a bit of a tough life, but you were tougher. You don’t give up on things, you’re a quick thinker, you’ve got fast reflexes, very talented. And I thought that you would fit in our group just fine. And instead of killing you, I told Hoodie and Masky to find you, and take you here. So, I want you to be a Creepypasta.” He says, finishing his long explanation.

        I hesitate, before saying my final answer: "Why not."