Slenda's pov.

Bruised and beaten, whipped and lashed, I hang chained against the wall. Alone with a god of evil and chaos like myself, with only one thought in my mind. maliki.

"Only five days left? Where could your Darling baby boy be? Not here. Not with you. Give it up. You aren't going to win." Zalga mocks grabbing a scalpel.

"I've always wanted to see what you'd look like with a face... now it's time to make one for you." She added bringing the scalpel closer to my face.

Maliki's pov.

Shooting the rifle at the cops chasing me, I watch as the skin and flesh in my leg rebuilds itself. Barely any pain, as well. Some wacky shit's goin on.

"Get on the ground! Right no-

I explode his head with my bullet and sprint deeper into Vegas.

"Already got the feds on my ass... fuckin fantastic." I say to myself, before I see something that makes me start running faster.

A man in a wall of armor. I'm talkin three inch steel plates. He's holding a fucking mini gun.

Rushing behind cover, the minigun shreds through cars and corners. If that thing hits me, I'm deader than dead. I'm mega dead.

"This is your final chance. Stand down or die." The wall of steel said as it came into my sights.

He had cornered me in an alley with a chain link fence on the end. If I climb it, I'm dead. If I fight the man, I'm also dead... but I had a plan. I grab a wet newspaper and tuck it behind my arm.

"All that armor must be heavy... I bet he can't move as fast as me either. Maybe if I out maneuver this guy, I'll be able to add him to my death list." I think to myself.

"Whatever you say pal." I say slowly approaching him.

He points his 50 pound people shredder at me and the barrels begin to spin. I fling the soaked newspaper at his helmet. The bullets rip from the gun as the paper sticks to the lenses. Just as it happens, I run and jump onto and off of a trash bin, and grab a ladder. As I start to climb and almost reach the platform, the rusty ladder snapped and I fell to the cement.

No one's pov.

Maliki opened his eyes to see that he was in the mansion again. He looked around for a bit and noticed the living room was trashed. It was in the same state he'd left it in from the outburst. Maliki began looking for Slenda. He looked in her room, in the other girls rooms, in his room, the kitchen, the basement and even the attic. Maliki felt a rush of frustration and anger, and gripped the attic ladder's metal sides, forcing them to contort from the pressure. The inside of his mouth felt hot. Disturbingly hot. Like it was on fire. Smoke like smog puffed from his nostrils as Maliki's anger built. Zalga. Slenda. Dad. Mom. Bryce. School. Torment. Thoughts that flooded his mind as he began yelling in rage. As he yelled out in anger, flames bursted from his maw, erupting the air in front of him, and melting the metal ladder. He collapsed to his knees and tears trickled from his eyes. He wiped the tears from his face and went to his room. Maliki looked at the different newspaper clippings on his wall.

"Local boy murders peer in cold blood."

"Local school boy wanted for 1st degree murder."

"Local teen commits horrendous murders across Nebraskan city."

"Local boy spotted with Jess The Killer."

"Local boy kills 53 at college party."

"Local teen kills mother on her sons grave."

"Local teen... local teen... those motherfuckers won't stop tormenting me." Maliki says pressing his head against the wall.

"Look at me... I'm a mess... no family... no friends... no name." He says to himself, as tears fall from his face.

He looks to the left, and sees pictures he's taken with the girls. Eating together, watching movies together. Them having a little food fight, and them all standing next to each other, and Maliki in the middle. Maliki smiled at the photo.

"But to them... I was somebody. I was unique. I wasn't a "local boy" I was... Maliki." Me said pulling the picture from the wall.

He placed the photo in his wallet and turned to leave. in the doorway was a box. A small box. He walked over and crouched near it. He inspected the box, and opened it. Inside, was a small coin with a symbol in it. He wiped the dust of the coin off, and the symbol was a flame. He tilted his head in confusion, before sticking the coin in his pocket. He walked down the stairs and into the living room, before the tv turned on, and the screen flashed to a dark room, and I could hear muffled screams. The voice was familiar.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" A female voice asked before a demented looking demon woman appeared in the screen.

"Oh, it's my future husband. Hello love, you look more handsome than Scarecrow said. Hurry up and come home." She said smiling.

Maliki watched intently.

"I do not like waiting. For every day you have left..." she said, her face now devoid of emotion.

The screen shifted to slenda. His slenda, on her hands and knees locked by a metal chain to her spot as other women whipped her. Her blood was black, but spurted out with every lash. Her face a mangled mock of a smile dripping with her blood. She moaned in muffled pain, and those moans haunted him.

Maliki watched as they lashed his lady, his rage increasing more and more. His mouth began feeling hit once again.

"This must be Zalga." He thought before the screen switched back to Zalga.

"Aww~ mad at me? Well once I'm done with you, I'll make you do that to the rest of your so called friends." Zalga cackled.

Maliki felt his rage increase as Zalga laughed, until his anger overflowed and flames erupted once again from his mouth, as they torched the TV. His flames ceased and his fangs glowed red from the heat. His eyes were crazy, twisted in fury and bloodshot. Maliki tore the tv off the wall and put the flames out, as his stress rose. As he stomped out the last of the flames, he let out a hard sigh. A tiny flame left his mouth as he exhaled. He clenched his teeth and walked backwards and slid down the wall. Maliki covered his face and wept into his own lap. He was useless. The state of the woman he loved all bloody and being whipped even more. Maliki believed he failed. Not even a week left. And there was nothing he could do. The girls have been gone for a few days now and Maliki only just got to Nevada. How was he going to get to Nebraska now? Maliki sat for what felt like hours until he couldn't cry anymore. He pulled out his wallet and looked at the picture one more time. He saw the smiles on everyones faces. He read their emotions like a book. Even Slenda was happy then. But he then thought of Zalga. What else was she doing to his lady? What torture did she endure? What pain did she have to suffer? Maliki stuffed the photo into the wallet, and stood up. He wiped his face and exhaled, before opening his eyes and accepting his task, ready to not give up until Zalga tasted his power.