His Domain
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own any of these characters (although I do like to think Freddy was based on my sister) so please don't sue me. Pretty please.
Authors Note: No Spoilers are contained that I'm aware of. This is set in the not so distant future where towns and cities are succumbing to Freddy Krueger and their only hope is Alice Johnson. This will be continued so please any feedback would be greatly welcomed.
The computer keyboards clacked noisily in the silent room, the sound echoing off the bare walls. The entire house had the same theme in decoration; distinctly a lack of furniture, apart from the lone computer in the study and a mattress upstairs in the main bedroom, the house was bare of life. Much like every other house in her estate, and possibly even the country, if Freddy came few things could get in her way. Although there was an advantage to having the objects there, she knew in the end, as soon as she fell into a fitful sleep she'd regret it.
"Almost done…" She muttered to herself, one hand pushing her glasses further up her face and the other still working forcefully at the computer keys. With a final tap, her job was complete and she sighed in relief. "Thank God." Standing up she stretched her back and listened to several small cracks resound from her spine. She rubbed her sides, trying to soothe the throbbing pain and switched her printer on. Alice returned to the computer and printed the entire document, watching with eager eyes as it came out of her printer. What was once and idea, and now a solid object appearing before her. If only everything could be this tangible, she thought unhappily, thinking back to Freddy.
Once the pages had all but finished appearing, she scooped them up and slipped them into a small battered briefcase. Alice glanced around her in thought, sweeping the worktops in search for her supplies. "Christ… you'd think with nothing in the house things would be easier to find…Aha." She picked up a bottle of Coca Cola and slipped it into a large carrier bag, making sure that she had enough for the journey ahead. It wouldn't take that long but as the sun was coming down slowly, you never know what you might meet outside. Grabbing up her coat, she slipped it on quickly and hurried out of the house, locking the door firmly behind her.
The streets surrounding her were bleak, with the occasional child being rushed in by their anxious mothers. Bars being fitted to windows. Anyone would think she was back in Elm Street. The whistling wind carried itself past the houses and ruffled at Alice's hair. It was a cold night and she wouldn't want to be caught outside, but then again, when your asleep and Freddy's there, you never really get much choice as to where you run. A sad smile crept up on her face, directed at her neighbour who was sitting on their porch, a shotgun held firmly in her hands. Alice approached her slowly and sat down beside her, sniffing the fresh air which would soon be putrid with death and chaos.
"What went wrong?" Her neighbours head lolled slightly but shot back up quickly, the eyes alert yet dying. "I remember when I was little, that jump rope song used to haunt my dreams. One, two Freddy's coming for you. Three, four better lock your door…God. I don't understand how it got so out of hand."
Alice removed her bottle of drink form the bag and took a hearty swig, offering her neighbour one also, who greatly accepted. "It's fear. Freddy's thrives off our fear. Kids having random nightmares, it scares them to go to sleep, so in turn that fear feeds Freddy. Not directly of course but through the nightmares. His domain." Alice said the last words wistfully and began to fiddle with her briefcase slightly.
Noticing her movements, her neighbour asked, "Is that all in your new book?" Nodding Alice went to replace the drink in her carrier bag but thought better of it.
"How are you and your family doing for supplies tonight?"
Her neighbours head bobbed on her neck and the grip on the shotgun slackened. "Dave's drinking the last cup of coffee. The kids are tired and want to sleep but I just can't let them. We're completely out until tomorrow." The fear in her eyes made Alice cringe inside. She passed her bottle of Coke over to her neighbour and stood up sharply, gripping her briefcase tight. Her neighbour nodded her thanks and stood up also, embracing Alice. "Thank you."
"I'm damn well going to do something about him Joan. I swear." And with those last words Alice let go of her friend and dashed to her car. She fired up the engine and placed the briefcase down on the seat beside her. Without my supply I'll have to be extra quick tonight, she thought, a rush of excitement coursing through her. People were waiting on her book to do something about their lives and she was determined to help.
