ELM STREET MEMORIES
AUTHOR'S NOTE\DISCLAIMER
Okay, I know I said the only fics that I posted would be complete, but I have spring break coming up, and I figured, why not? This in no way coincides with "Shared Secret". I use one name from Nightmare on Elm Street. However, for this fic, the movie doesn't exist. Takes place in between High High and Blinded by the Thousand Points of Light. Characters belong to Fox and Stephen J. Cannel. Now, I know Tommy doesn't have a scar on his hand, but I'm makin' some stuff up.
PROLOGUE: THE PACT
ELM STREET, 1980: AN OLD ABANDONED BOILER ROOM
Four fourteen-year olds---two boys and two girls---walked into the middle of the building and then knelt down in the middle of room.
"Are we all sure about this?" one asked, pulling out a pocket knife. He was of Cuban descent with tanned skin and dark hair.
"Yeah, let's do it," the second boy agreed. He was Caucasian with dark hair.
"All right, then. We're such good friends, let's make each other blood," the boy said, opening the tool.
"Yeah," the others agreed. One of the girls let out a small whoop.
"I'll go first," the first boy stated. With that, he made a cut on his right hand. "By doing this, we seal our bond as friends. When one calls, the rest of us come running," he continued.
"Wow. Don't get mushy on us, man," the second boy said sarcastically.
"Bite me with a twirling lawnmower, Tommy," was the response.
"Give me the knife, man," Tom Hanson requested. His friend did so. Then, he also made a cut on his right hand.
"Me next," the blonde-haired girl stated. Without even waiting for a response, she took the knife and sliced her right hand. "Three of us down. One more and we're done," she announced. Her friend, the dark-haired girl took the knife and then, like the others, made a gash on her right palm.
"Let's let the blood symbolize our bond as friends as well as brothers and sisters. Let's make a pact that we'll try to never let each other down," the first boy said.
"And if one of us needs help---" the dark-haired girl began.
"We all come running," finished the blonde-haired girl.
"Agreed?" the first boy queried.
"Agreed," the other three chorused. Then, they all put their hands together, letting their blood flow over each wound.
"Did it ever occur to anybody that this is completely unhygienic?" Tommy asked out of the blue. Everyone laughed.