A Nightmare on Baker Street
Summary: In 1992, Sherlock Holmes and some of his friends were attacked in their dreams. Now, it seems as if the evil has returned. Sherlock (BBC)/A Nightmare on Elm Street Crossover.
Prologue
November 16, 1992
Sherlock Holmes stared out the window of his bedroom as one of his closer friends was loaded into the back of an ambulance. It was late at night and the flat across the street was all lit up as the parents were terrified and hugging their little girl.
That's because their oldest child was in a body bag in the back of an ambulance.
It was the second person at Sherlock's school to die. They said it looked like she had been mauled by bear. But Sherlock knew that wasn't the case. For one, their flats were right across the road from each other, each on the third floor. And bears didn't really have a tendency to run wild in urban London.
"Sherlock." Mycroft Holmes said, standing in the doorway of his little brother's room. When the death had happened, he had rushed over. Now, he was watching Sherlock as his parents were across the street, trying to comfort the distraught parents.
"What?" Sherlock asked, watching out the window as the ambulance drove away. No sirens, no lights.
No life.
"Go to sleep." Mycroft said. "There's nothing you can do now. You need rest."
"I can't." Sherlock said. "Teenagers are dying."
"Well, I'm here, so you won't be one of them." Mycroft turned off the lights in Sherlock's room. "Bed. Now."
"Fine mother." Sherlock said. He laid down and looked up at the ceiling. As his eyes drifted close, he heard something loud. His eyes snapped opened. "Mycroft?"
There was no answer. Sherlock got out of bed and opened his bedroom door. But instead of the hallway that lead into the rest of the flat, he was greeted with a totally different scenery. A boiler room. He could feel the heat on his skin and the steam frizzing his hair. He was sweating as he looked around.
"Hello?" Sherlock called out. He heard the loud noise again. The sound of metal scraping against metal.
"How sweet? Fresh meat." A voice called from somewhere around him. Sherlock looked for the source of the speech. "Another Elm Street brat for me to play with. I was getting bored with the others."
Sherlock screamed in pain as four clawed fingers sliced open the soft flesh of his shoulder. Blood began to pour down his arm. He shouted and screamed.
"Don't worry Sherlock, I'll see you soon." Mycroft ran in and shook Sherlock awake.
"Sherlock! Wake up!" Sherlock's eyes snapped open. Mycroft looked down at Sherlock and saw all the blood. "Oh shit! Sherlock! What did you do?!" Sherlock just looked out the window to see the man waving at him with bloody fingers.
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