He turned around to face him, a small smile playing acorss his lips. "Love you too, maddo." It made his heart leap hearing those words. He'd slept that soundly that night, for the first time in ..Days? Weeks? He'd lost count. He awoke the next morning, his bed empty and the vacant space cold. It broke his heart to know he'd gone. He jumped from under the covers, racing down stairs and crossed the paths to the house next door. Empty. He sat on the front step, hands in his head. He cried then, hard, it was a warm day but the sun didn't seem to warm him.
"Sean! Wake up!"
Sean DiSanco jolted awake, raising the side of his face off of his hand. He looked up at the person who had disturbed his dream. His co-worker, Alex looked down at him, an eye-brow raised. "God sake, Sean. If Calvin catches you asleep again, he'll have your guts for garters!" He walked into the front of the shop as a customer rang the bell for service. Sean looked at the clock. God knows who would want to be here at 2.40 in the morning, probably someone who had been out having a blast with their friends. He heaved a sigh and stood up, shaking the hazyness of sleep from his head. He'd had that dream again. It had haunted his sleep for three years now. Even now, Jason Mullen was still in his thoughts. He'd had small time relationships since Jason had left for Scotland, though none seemed to last. No one gave him the same feelings. It was begining to become a joke. He knew he wasn't coming back, but he couldn't help hoping. He turned his attention to the intercom as it buzzed into life, indicating someone wanted to order. He cursed his job, before faking the bright happy voice. "Hi, welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order please?"
He strolled down the grated catwalk, gazing at his surroundings. Pipes alined the concrete walls, chains suspended from the ceiling. The lighting dim and eerie. Silent. He'd been coming here for around a month now. It was a lot different from his usual dream scape. He reached out a hand, running it lightly acorss one of the pipes, which was cold to touch. He had no idea where he was, but it seemed like some kind of factory. He descended the metal stairs, onto the main floor, footsteps breaking the silence.
"Uh, hello?" He shrugged when no reply came, shaking his head slightly and continued walking, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he passed an old boiler. He stopped and examined it thourghly, wondering why the hell something this old was down here. He jumped as it roared into life, the tempreature increased rapidly, the sweat popped on his forehead, trickling down his face. He spun around at the hand on his shoulder, a horribly disfigured face, inches from his own. He gasped, inhaling an attrious odour. It smelled of death, burned flesh, blood. Evil itself. He glanced down, his breath catching in his throat. A gardening glove, adorning four sharp knives where the fingers should be. He tried to back away. The person infront of him slashed at his abdomen, a horrendous chuckle accompanied the movement. He let out a yelp, closing his eyes and holding his arms out in defense.
"Ryan!"
He sat up, unsticking his face from the table, wiping at the saliva that had dribbled out of his mouth. He looked at his friends across the table then glanced around. Everyone was staring at him, including the staff.
"I think you've had far too much to drink, Ry." His friend hissed, glaring at him. Ryan ignored him, gazing down at his shirt in horror. Four diagonal slash marks had cut it to ribbons. His friends eyes widened in astonishment. "How the fuck did you do that?" Ryan shook his head in confusion, shrugging. The group of boys rose from the table and strode out the restraunt quickly, trying to avoid the gazes of the staff at the counter.
Sean narrowed his eyes in suspicion as the group left, that boy had come in with a fully intact shirt, had a nightmare and left with it ripped. He shook his head as the thought crossed his mind. It couldn't be him. He couldn't be back. They'd gotten rid of him. Despite what Jason had said to him, he believed they had gotten rid of him for good. Telling Alex to cover for him, Sean rushed outside, determind to catch up with the group, which was pretty easy, as they were still outside.
"Hey," Sean called to the boy, Ryan. "Can I talk to you?" He glanced at the boys friends. "In private."
The boy furrowed his eyebrows in confused, giving Sean the once over. "Uh..Sure, I guess so."
Sean lowered his voice. "Your nightmare-"
"What nightmare?" The boy asked. Sean gave him a stern glare. "The nightmare that did that to your shirt. What happened in it?"
"A nightmare couldn't do this, don't be ridiculous." Ryan scoffed.
Another steely glare. "Well, what happened in the nightmare anyway?"
Ryan shrugged casually. "I was in a factory, some dude took a swipe at me. I guess I caught my top on the corner of the table, no big. You know, it's not normal to ask complete strangers about their nightmares, right?"
Sean shrugged off his comment, his mind working ten to the dozen. "What did the dude look like?"
"I don't know, it was dark. He was disfigured from what I could see, wore a hat. Funky glove. That's about all I remember. "
Sean's heart skipped a beat. There was no way it was happening. Not again.
"There was something weird though." The boy continued, more to himself. "The smell..It's like it's stuck in my nasal passage. I've never had that. Pretty intense dream."
Sean looked at the boy, almost pittying him. "Look, whatever you do, don't fall asleep."
The boy gave Sean a strange look, before hurrying back to his friends. No doubt telling them Sean was crazy, deluded. The same as Chey had thought when he first told her about..him. A painful pang pulled at his heart. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think about his departed best friend. She was the only person who had spoken to him when his mother had first moved him to Springwood. They'd become incredibly close in a short period of time, and that bastard had taken her life. It made his blood boil. He left the street, to take his post behind the counter once more.
"You smell of grease." Sammy complained, as soon as Sean walked through the front door.
"Hello to you, too." Sean grumbled, throwing his jacket over the back of the sofa, throwing himself down onto it.
"Well you do! Why don't you get a better job?"
"Why don't you shut your mouth?" Sean asked, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and flicking through the channels to his younger brothers outrage.
"I was watching that!"
"Well." Sean stated. "Now you're watching something else, deal with it."
"You're just bitter 'cause your boyfriend left you." Sammy muttered, folding his arms and staring moodily at the wall.
Sean ignored the comment, gritting his teeth. His mother came through from the kitchen, cleaning a cup with a dishcloth.
"Sammy, I told you twenty minutes ago to get to bed, you'll sleep in tomorrow!" barked, glaring at her younger son.
"Aw, mam. Do you have to treat me like such a child? I'm sixteen years old for fu-...Goodness sake."
Sean sniggered as his brother changed his word choice under the cold stare of his mother.
"Sixteen or not, you'll still be late for school tomorrow. Now bed! And you, Sean DiSanco can get upstairs and get that room cleaned! And wipe that smirk off your face while you're at it." Sammy stuck out his tongue as Sean opened his mouth to complain, before thinking better of it and getting off of the couch and making his way up stairs into his bedroom. He hated still living at home at the age of twenty-one, but with the housing marketing being in the shit, he had no choice, he couldn't afford to pay rent and get the bare neccesities he would require from day to day life. He grumbled to himself about small things as he worked on cleaning his room, which mostly consisted of stuffing things into any place that would hide them, such as his drawers or closet and giving the place a quick dust. He gave a satisfied nod and lay down on his bed and giving a loud yawn. He hadn't slept properly because of the hot summer weather. It didn't take long for him to drift into slumber.
He was standing in a street, the street he lived on. Elm Street. The sound of children laughing gleefully in the warm summer sun, parents sitting out in the gardens on lawn chairs, sipping beverages as they watched their children play games such as jump rope, hopscotch, tag and catch. The sky suddenly darkened, the air turning cool. The people disappeared from the scene, the laughter dying. He was now infront of an old, dilapidated house. A for sale sign creaked in the breeze. 1428. Screaming. All he heard was screaming...
Sean sat up in bed, the screaming continued. He jumped up and ran downstairs, heading to where the screaming was coming from. He burst through the door of his brothers room. Sammy was thrashing around as best he could in his bed, screaming blue murders. Sean lunged forward, grabbing his brothers shoulders, giving him a shake and calling his name, trying to wake him up. When that failed, he grabbed the glass of water from the bedside and splashed it over him. The shock of the cold liquid hitting his face was enough to make Sammy's eyes pop open, they were wide with terror, his breathing erratic and limbs trembling. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Sean. Once understanding he was out of danger, he gave a shakey sigh, relaxing back against the pillows.
"Jesus, Sammy! You scared the shit out of me!" Sean said, letting go of his brothers shoulder.
"Sorry. Just a dream." Sammy muttered, a little embarrased at his outburst.
"Must have been some dream."
He nodded. "It was. There was this guy and he was trying to kill me. But, it was like he was playing with me,you know? He kept scraping his hand along the walls, but he had this glove. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. He must have made it himself. It was like four straight razors connected to the fingers." Sammy frowned as he recalled his dream. "Weirdest looking guy I've ever seen. It looked like he'd been burned. Badly."
Sean was sure his heart stopped for a second. He couldn't get air into his lungs. Couldn't breath. He got up from the bed and backed out of the room, before turning and sprinting up the stairs two at a time, his breath finally coming back to him. He crashed into his room, tripping over his own feet in the process. Grabbing his laptop from under his bed, he switched it on and waited impatiently for it to load. When it had, he logged onto facebook and clicked on a profile, collecting a phone number, before dialling it. The call would cost him a small fortune, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment. A gruff sleepy voice answered after a few rings.
"Hello?"
"Jason? It's Sean. He's back."
A/N: Wooo. Okay so, I'm once again back after that long (Haha) wait. (I have far too much time on my hands.) So, for new readers (Doubtful about that but just incase.) this is a sequel of Love Conquers All, Except Freddy. So it would probably make more sense if you read that first, although you probably don't have to. Anyway, I'm rambling.
