A/N: BAM! SHAZAM! I am BACK! Well...I am HERE! I'm back to FF.net, but new
in the Peter Pan fandom! Or something! Ok, anyway, I apologize for the
incoherency, but it's a snow-day, and I drank a lot of soda. Anyway,
welcome to my fic! ^.^ Now, really, this was a vehicle for me to release
some stress and anger after a particularly shitty week, so I apologize in
advance. Another thing I apologize for is the possible misquote of Sir J.M.
Barrie (who, by the way, wrote Peter Pan and gave the rights to the Great
Ormand Street Hospital, which owns Peter, Neverland, etc.). It's just that
the book is downstairs and I am far too lazy to go get it and find the
actual quote.
So, this has a lot of elements from the 2003 movie. Also, there are
parenthetical statements included that are NOT annoying Author's Notes,
they're part of the narration. Thought I'd clear that up. ^.^ Anyway, Read
and Review if possible, and for the love of Billy Boyd, ENJOY! ^.^
Disclaimer: Aside from the aforementioned denial of ownership, I don't own Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Jack the Ripper, Lestat, Superman, or Brody from Mallrats either. Damn. I could really go to town with those gents.
(~"This has all happened before"~) By: Harlem
-tap tap tap-
Emily Coburn sat straight up in bed.
-tap tap tap-
She reached out her hand and clicked on the lamp. Her heart was beating loudly and her eyes were wide and unblinking. She had half a mind to yell "Who's there?!", but she had seen enough horror movies to know that that was a stupid and fruitless thing to do. So she just sat there, staring at the window, waiting for Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Jack the Ripper, or Lestat to jump through it.
-TAP TAP TAP-
"Alright! Jesus! I'm coming!" she yelled, annoyed by both the repetitive noise and the audacity in those final taps. Plaid bedsheets went flying aside and Emily picked her way around the clothes, notebooks, and music lying all over the carpet to the big picture window. Before she moved the sheet (you see, there was a bedsheet covering the window because Emily hadn't gotten around to getting curtains yet.), she picked up a heavy statuette she'd gotten on opening night the previous fall.
-TAP!-
"For Christ's sakes!"
Down came the makeshift drape and Emily glared expectantly. But - she saw nothing. Well, her own reflection, because being as it was 12:48 a.m., it was rather dark outside. Now a bit more curious than scared, Emily tossed her "weapon" aside, cupped her hands around her eyes and pressed them (her hands, not her eyes), to the glass. She squinted into the darkness and tried to look around the yard to see what would be tapping on her window.
"HOLY SHIT!" Emily screamed, flailing backwards and landing on her bum on the floor. She began breathing heavily to try and work her heart back into beating. Someone had put their face right in front of hers from the outside! As soon as the steady pulse came back under her palm, her brain started to rationalize.
"You made it up because you were scared. It wasn't real. Don't be a dumbass," it lectured.
And just as she was about to believe what her saner side was telling her, Emily felt a cold breeze on her legs. Her eyes immediately flew to the window, which to her terror was OPENING.
"Oh my God. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This isn't real. Nope. Okaaaaaay! Gonna wake up, and go to school! Here we go! Wake up!"
The window was about a quarter of the way open.
"Wake up!"
Now it was half open.
"Goddamn it, Emily, wake UP!" She squeezed her eyes shut and willed her 'concious self' to take over.
The window hit the top of the frame.
Emily opened her eyes. "Ho-ly shit." (1)
Standing in her window was a boy. He looked to be about 13 or 14, but his grin and cocky little Superman pose hinted at his age being somewhere around 8.
"Hello," the boy said.
Footnote: 1) Said like Brody from Mallrats
A/N: Gee, let's all wonder who it is in the window. All sarcasm aside, the real fun starts here. Thanks for reading and stay tuned! ^.^
Disclaimer: Aside from the aforementioned denial of ownership, I don't own Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Jack the Ripper, Lestat, Superman, or Brody from Mallrats either. Damn. I could really go to town with those gents.
(~"This has all happened before"~) By: Harlem
-tap tap tap-
Emily Coburn sat straight up in bed.
-tap tap tap-
She reached out her hand and clicked on the lamp. Her heart was beating loudly and her eyes were wide and unblinking. She had half a mind to yell "Who's there?!", but she had seen enough horror movies to know that that was a stupid and fruitless thing to do. So she just sat there, staring at the window, waiting for Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Jack the Ripper, or Lestat to jump through it.
-TAP TAP TAP-
"Alright! Jesus! I'm coming!" she yelled, annoyed by both the repetitive noise and the audacity in those final taps. Plaid bedsheets went flying aside and Emily picked her way around the clothes, notebooks, and music lying all over the carpet to the big picture window. Before she moved the sheet (you see, there was a bedsheet covering the window because Emily hadn't gotten around to getting curtains yet.), she picked up a heavy statuette she'd gotten on opening night the previous fall.
-TAP!-
"For Christ's sakes!"
Down came the makeshift drape and Emily glared expectantly. But - she saw nothing. Well, her own reflection, because being as it was 12:48 a.m., it was rather dark outside. Now a bit more curious than scared, Emily tossed her "weapon" aside, cupped her hands around her eyes and pressed them (her hands, not her eyes), to the glass. She squinted into the darkness and tried to look around the yard to see what would be tapping on her window.
"HOLY SHIT!" Emily screamed, flailing backwards and landing on her bum on the floor. She began breathing heavily to try and work her heart back into beating. Someone had put their face right in front of hers from the outside! As soon as the steady pulse came back under her palm, her brain started to rationalize.
"You made it up because you were scared. It wasn't real. Don't be a dumbass," it lectured.
And just as she was about to believe what her saner side was telling her, Emily felt a cold breeze on her legs. Her eyes immediately flew to the window, which to her terror was OPENING.
"Oh my God. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This isn't real. Nope. Okaaaaaay! Gonna wake up, and go to school! Here we go! Wake up!"
The window was about a quarter of the way open.
"Wake up!"
Now it was half open.
"Goddamn it, Emily, wake UP!" She squeezed her eyes shut and willed her 'concious self' to take over.
The window hit the top of the frame.
Emily opened her eyes. "Ho-ly shit." (1)
Standing in her window was a boy. He looked to be about 13 or 14, but his grin and cocky little Superman pose hinted at his age being somewhere around 8.
"Hello," the boy said.
Footnote: 1) Said like Brody from Mallrats
A/N: Gee, let's all wonder who it is in the window. All sarcasm aside, the real fun starts here. Thanks for reading and stay tuned! ^.^