A Nightmare On Lampkin Lane

Chapter One

Silvain


October 28th, 2002.

Warm sunlight crept through the barely undraped window of a small, white bedroom. Four eyes slowly slid open, all blue, and clear, yet groggy from sleep. They glanced up to the young woman by the window, that's curtains were half open. She paid no heed to them, just sat with her arms crossed as she looked down over the quiet, still sleeping street.

The eldest, a boy stirred and yawned, the woman looked at him quickly and her hand flew to her mouth as she guiltily gazed upon her roused children. She drew the curtain closed and moved tucked them in. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I wasn't thinking. It's early, go back to sleep."

The little girl smiled to the doorway and her eyes slid shut, her mother's brow furrowed, then she turned and was soon smiling also. She moved to the figure that gazed upon her and fell into his embrace. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I seem to be waking everyone this morning."

He shook his head. "No." that was all he would say, he always limited his speech now, even after the Thorn had left him, he wanted her to feel normal, he was tired of changing her. She sighed and snuggled closer, he felt a smile tug at his lips and he swept her up, brought her next door. She laughed very softly as he lay her down on their bed and he followed, laying next to her and brushing some of the golden hair from her face.

She calmed and gazed at him before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. He found himself caught up, and within moments he was above her, kissing her throat until a bone chilling scream sounded from their children's room, both flew up simultaneously and ran into the other room. Jacob lay writhing on the mattress, blood was seeping through his nightshirt and his little sister watched in horror from her bed.

Jennifer uttered a cry and ran to him, shocked to find he was asleep. She began to shake him. "Jake! Jake wake up! JAKE!"

He bolted upright and his eyes shot open, he looked between his parents and sister, making sure they were real, then he fell into his mother's arms, began to sob into her shirt when he jumped back, wincing in pain. She immediately removed his shirt and felt her stomach turn, she fell back to the floor and Michael rushed forward, grabbing her shoulder's as he examined the boy's wounds.

Bastard. Was carved into his flesh, quite deep, and blood continually seeped from it. Breaking from her trance she shakily stood and ran down the stairs, got her bag and went back up, continuing to sob as she walked to the room again. She had her son lay back and take his father's hand as she cleaned the wounds, then she stitched what she felt needed it. She shook her head and stood, began to dress the youngsters. "I'm taking him to Dad, maybe he knows what happened."

Michael nodded and went back to change, once they were dressed she said. "Now I know it's early but you both have to stay awake. Just until Mommy knows what to do, ok?"

They nodded and she went into the opposite room, changed, and she and Michael hustled the kids out back, into the car and began the four hour drive to Smith's Grove. She continually looked back at them, saw them desperately trying to keep each other awake and felt her heart twist, Michael's hand slid over hers and she smiled with a soft sigh.


The glass doors of Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium bursted open with a gush of air and everyone stared bewildered and Doctor and Michael Myers rushed in with their children, the eldest held protectively by his mother. Wynn was paged to go to Ex R 1 where Jennifer led her family. He came in moments later and frowned as Jennifer removed her son's shirt. "Tell me how it got there in his sleep!"

Wynn froze and he became white as paper. "In his sleep?"

She felt her breath leave her. "You... you know?"

"Jen, do you remember Nancy Bickett?"

"What, the one who screamed in her sleep? Who got transferred to Russelville?"

"Yeah, well she didn't. We found her dead one morning, slashed up and on her shoulder were the initials FK. Do you know whose initials those are?"

"Um, no."

"Freddy Krueger, Jenni."

Her brow furrowed as she sat and thought, then she looked at him. "That loony that died in a fire?"

"Oh he's as alive as you and me, in the dream world. They had some, teens, slashed to pieces in their sleep, and there have been other cases where he would just write on them, with the hands."

"The hands?"

"Some gloves with steel blades for fingers, really long, sharp blades. It appears, Freddy made a little stop for a six year old."

She felt her heart race. "What does he want?"

"Only one way to find out."


Jennifer watched in terror as her son was given a switchblade to hold while he slept, it was opened for him, and a needle slid under his skin to induce his sleep. His eyes slowly closed and she braced herself against the wall. Soon enough he was moving violently, slashing at the air with the knife, then he cried, "What do you want?"

He screamed out and Wynn moved and woke him. He sat on the mattress, heaving for breath, sweat pouring down his face, then he lifted his sleeve to reveal a small piece of paper attached, and in blood was written. "I want the father of Silvain!"

Perplexed, Jennifer turned to her father. "I'm confused."

He took a breath then turned from her. "Back when the druids were descriminized by the Christians they thought to be promised that a son would be born to their most precious of cursed ones, the man cursed with Thorn. The boy born would be Bel's son, brought into the world by this man, and by a woman, in the day's when the promise was made, she was called Anura. The man, called Michal, as you know the early form of Michael, was to kill off his family and give up his speech in order to conceive Silvain. But some of the Druids weren't as vengeance driven, for Silvain was supposed to kill all Christians. They chose a young woman to be a warrior against Michal and Anura, so they could never conceive Silvain, or so that at least if he was conceived he couldn't be born, she was called Cirin, Jen they're all reincarnated every so many years after they die. Anura's been looking for Michael, and wether you know or not, by instinct he longs for her. Not to say he doesn't love you, he does. But his duty is overwhelming for him. Even without Thorn he can conceive Silvain, and he can still want too, he can just be killed much more easily."

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Why would Krueger want him?"

"Well, if Michael wanted to, he could very well pass the ability to produce Silvain to Krueger, and Freddy would have to father him with whomever he wanted, preferably someone related to Michael, and Michael would never be reincarnated again, at least not with this purpose."

"Is there anyway we can pass it to Krueger without Michael going there?"

"As a matter of fact, there is. But it wont be easy."


"How will we know if he's gotten it?"

"Oh believe me, we'll know."

"Then why is it taking so long?"

Asking himself a similar question, Wynn moved to the old patient on the table, Michael's blood spread over his palm, suddenly he started to convulse, blood seeped through his gown and he went limp, dead. Wynn lifted the white gown to reveal one word that was about to change their lives forever. Jennifer.

Terrified, she began to back up but bumped something and turned to look into her husband's flashing eyes. He moved away from her to the corpse and lifted a scalpel, slashed through the name, sending Krueger his own message. No way in hell. He looked at Wynn, then moved back to his wife, very quickly, he snatched up her hand and practically dragged her from the room, gathered their sleepy children and took them to the parking lot where he got into the car and waited for them to pile in.

She was shaking, her face ashen. He lifted a hand to it to soothe her and nearly jumped at her flesh's coolness. She looked into his masked face, then leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. He held her there a moment, nuzzled her throat and promised. "I won't let him, don't worry."

She nodded and wiped away her tears, he started the car, took one more glance at her and the children, then drove off, making his way to Haddonfield where he could better protect her, he would not watch her have to bear Silvain to another madman, that's what Anura was for.


Okie dokie, I go work on chapter two, you review ok?