A/N: Donnie Darko and Law and Order: Criminal Intent crossover. I know what you're thinking but TRUST me. It works. Please do R and R.
Oh and yes I know this was originally supposed to be a CSI crossover and it may still end up that way, but right now it's Law and Order: CI.
Wake up
Donnie blinked. One. Two…
They're coming
Three…four…. He kept counting. If he stopped it would speak again. Five… six…
They'll find out about EVERYTHING..
He squeezed his eyes shut with ferocity. Clenching his fists into hard balls so that his knuckles gleamed white. No matter what, he would not open his eyes. He became catatonic. Rocking back and forth. Back and forth. Counting. Seven…eight…. nine…
You know it's true.
Ten…. eleven…. twelve…thirteen…. Donnie screamed into the darkness and then found himself not in the comfort of his bed but in a lustrous green field that stretched impossibly far. He knew from experience that it would have no end only beginnings of nightmares and horrors. The sky above was an inky black. A moon with all the clarity of an ocean shone above.
I can take you away.
Fourteen…fifteen. "Fuck off!" he growled at his unseen censer. But no one answered. He began to walk, digging his heels into the lumpy earth beneath him. Alarmingly the once still earth grew began to rise and sink like waves before his horrified brown eyes. Donnie's heart began to tremble in fear yet he kept walking and counting.
It'll never stop. Not unless you stop them.
Donnie's counting grew frantic and hysterical as he strode on in terror. His dark hair almost as dark as the night that swirled around him; clung to his suddenly sallow face as he broke into a run. Still counting. Still counting. The seconds turned to days almost as fast as he could blink with each heartbeat the seasons changed. Morbid shapes winded around him but he kept running and he kept counting.
I'm watching you.
Ninety-nine. One hundred.
He woke up. The pulsating grass was gone. He was under his sheets and sweating like crazy. Donnie Darko glanced at his watch. He'd only been asleep for five minutes. With a heavy sigh he laid his head back down onto his thick pillow and let sleep overcome him. This time there was no voice only….
One…
two…
three…
and then he slept on. This time no dreams. No voices. No terror.