Nightmare

Prolouge: Sweet dreams aren't made of these


Nancy lay slumbering in her pink fluffy bed dreaming sweet dreams. Or were they......



Slash lay motionless on the ground. A tall black figure strode away, pistol in hand. Nancy ran up to the wounded boy. As she lifted his bruised head tears slipped down from Nancy's face and spattered on Slash's wound.

She spoke soft words,"Slash....what....wha.....why...who....", bewildered and lost. Slash raised his hand and touched the tear-stricken Nancy's face. His breathing was heavy and blood was trickling out of his mouth, chest, and nose. His panting slowed as he said in a whisper,"Don't let this happen." Nancy Screamed.

When Nancy woke she was shrieking as loud as her little voice could. She got up, in a disgruntled mood, that was the worst nightmare ever. The most critical concern was what he meant, what Slash meant. "Don't let this happen." she kept repeating trying to figure out this stumper. She walked down the stairs to breakfast.

The smell of warm cinnamon oatmeal wafted through Nancy's nose." Ahhhh, linda's cookin'", she thought. She finally got down stairs and saw the whole crew at breakfast. Wendi was doodling on her math homework assignment that Jam had made up for her. Jam was sitting at the table watching Wendi causiously. Linda was at the stove making oatmeal. And Tommy was eating (what else is new?). Nancy grabbed a mug of hot coco and sat down at the table.

Suddenly Slash put down the newspaper apparently he was reading. He looked at Nancy and remarked."That's a lovely hair do, just put in some tall, black, extensions and....". But Nancy ubruptly slammed down her mug and ran into the living room screaming.

(ARE U CLUELESS? WELL IF U DON"T REMEMBER, SLASH'S ASSASSIN WAS TALL AND WAS WEARING BLACK.)

They all looked at each other and went back to what they were doing.