Bloody hell! When do these ideas ever stop? I mean come on you start one fic and you're perfectly happy with it, then BAM! your hit smack in the face with a new idea that you cant get rid of until you begin to write it. Then you lose it. Life is fun. Believe it or not I actually came up with this idea when I was listening to the Fight Club soundtrack. Oh well. Enjoy all my little minions!

DIS: I don't own Sleepy Hollow or The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel

CHAPTER #1

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

-Simon and Garfunkel's Sound of Silence

!DREAM SEQUENCE!

Young Ichabod followed behind his mother. He looked around and noticed that they were in some garden. They finally came to a bald spot in the garden where Ichabod's mother began to write in the dirt. She then motioned for her young child to come to her. Ichabod listened and went to his mother, who was smiling a loving smile at him.

"You are the only one who can truly control them." She said as she took out a small dagger. She took her son's hand and kissed it, then slowly cut it. The child began to cry. Once she was done, she put his hand over the writing and began to chant. A bright red neon light shot threw the sand and went around Ichabod who started to cry even harder. Suddenly a man dress in a black cloak came out of the light. He looked down at the sobbing child then looked at the mother.

"Why have you summoned me?" The man asked Mrs. Crane. Ichabod's mother kneeled down in front of the large man.

"I wanted to ask you for you and your kind to protect my son." The man looked at the small child once again. He then bent down and picked the young boy up. Innocence was the only word that could describe the child. The boy looked at his mother for help.

"Your a witch, why cant you help him?"

"My husband has made numerous threats and if I should die, my husband will make sure Ichabod will have no magic in him what so ever. I'm begging you if you could protect him." The mother pleaded.

She had conquered a demon who was like the Devil's second in command. She knew that he would be her son's only hope, or he would go his whole life without knowing his full potential.

"I can not offer your son's protection. But what I can his is a rare gift, that might help him in the future." The demon said. The mother nodded.

The demon but his hand under the boy's chin and made him look up at him. "You will have the gift of calling upon and control demons. They shall do your bidding and protect you against all harm." A black and grey light came up and went threw the boy's chest.

The demon held onto Ichabod as he began to scream violently. He grab his head as he began to feel each one of the demons ever made. It hurt so much to feel the insanity of some of them and other emotions. Finally the voices died down and the boy went limp in the demons arms.

The demon laid the child back on the ground. "For payment I must have your soul." The demon said to the mother. Mrs. Crane looked up at the demon, smiled and nodded. "When I die you shall have my soul." The demon did not say a word or make a jester. He closed his eyes and the lights went down.

!END OF DREAM SEQUENCE!

Ichabod woke with a start. As he lay in his bed for a moment then realized that the dream he just had were past memories. He quickly jumped out of bed and got dress. He had an idea to stop the Headless Horseman. All he had to do was to visit that witch and hope to regain those powers he forgotten so long ago. Powers that his mother sold her soul for him, for his protection.

TBC

Well I hope someone reads this. The idea came to me and I hope you guys like it.