Nightmare on Elm Street - Daemon Redi Somniumx

Disclaimer : I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street, Springwood or Freddy Krueger etc. I also do not own the counselors from Friday the 13th The Game by Gun Media. They are owned by their parent company and all I own are my OC's which are appearing in this story.

This story is a direct continuation from my first horror story, Friday the 13th - Daemon Nocte and starts two days after the events detailed therein. The survivors of that story will appear in this one.

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Chapter Two

THE morning sun shone through the kitchen window of a small house on Elm Street. The lone occupant walked down the stairs, wearing a long sleeve black t-shirt and black shorts. Stifling a yawn she walked into the kitchen, placing her laptop on the table as she headed over to the sink and filled the kettle with water. Placing it on the stove and igniting the burner, she reached over to a cupboard above the bench, removing a mug and other items.

After placing them on the sink, she looked over at her computer, as a loud beeping noise drawing her attention. Curious, she opened the link a friend had sent, eyes went wide at the headline :

CRYSTAL LAKE MASSACRE

Forgetting the kettle, her attention was focused on the page she was reading. Over a dozen bodies had been removed from the camp grounds, survivors taken to a local hospital with the authorities being rather, tight lipped about what happened. Her Skype channel drew her attention, minimizing the windows and looking at the request for a 'face to face' call. Accepting, she waited for a few seconds, before she was staring at the face of one of her only friends. The woman on the other end nodded to her.

"Morning Rina... Saw that link and thought..."

Rina Masterson nodded as she looked at the smaller window which had the article still shown.

"Thanks Bell... I..."

Seeing her friend falter, Mara Bell Campbell looked at her with sympathy on her face.

"I'm sure your brother is fine Rin... I," she paused and looked behind Rina "Umm... Rina, the kettle?"

Whirling, Rina cursed as she hurriedly remove the kettle from the stove top and switched it off. Sighing, she face the screen once again.

"Thanks... and I know Grant can take care of himself, I don't doubt that but..." she paused as she sat in the nearby chair "It's the not knowing... Perhaps I should call that hospital, find out if... if..."

Mara nodded slowly.

"Do it. For your own sake, otherwise you'll be a wreck until you do find out."

Rina was silent, until there was a loud knock on the front door, startling both teens. The younger Masterson looked at the screen as she stood up.

"Can you hang on? Someone's at the door."

Mara nodded, so Rina turned and walked down the hallway towards the front door. As she approached she heard the knocking again, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Ok, hang on..." sliding the safety chain on the door, she opened it slowly "Yes?"

Standing there was a young man wearing a suit and tie. Next to him, was a more grizzled looking man, wearing similar attire but with a long coat over it. The younger one drew a leather holder from his blazer pocket, revealing his police ID.

"Morning ma'am. I'm detective Tony LaSalle, this is my partner detective Dwayne Gibbs. Springwood Police, may we have a moment of your time?"

Rina was silent, then nodded, removing the chain and opened the door for the two policemen. Closing the door, she led them back to the kitchen and as she passed her laptop, she pressed a key which shut the monitor off but left the camera broadcasting so her friend could watch and hear. As the two officers stood near the door, Rina looked at them.

"Coffee?"

Both men nodded as she removed the coffee can from the cupboard and two more mugs. While she was making the drinks she spoke.

"What can I do for you officers?"

Tony cleared his throat, drawing a notepad from the other side of his blazer and a pen.

"Just a few questions ma'am. What was the nature of your relationship with one, Theresa Matthews?"

Rina paused, the knuckles of both hands went white as she gripped the counter tight.

"Know her... I've suffered because of that bitch. For the last four years she has tormented me every day at school, humiliated me in public..." she looked back at them "Know her? I HATE her!"

Nodding, Tony took notes, while his partner kept his gaze on Rina.

"So you were bullied by Ms Matthews frequently?"

Scoffing as she poured the hot water into the mugs, Rina nodded.

"She's the 'Queen Bee' at school... Bossy as Hell, pretty much every word she said was law among the students." she paused as she looked at them "There was a rumor that she had some members of the faculty under her thumb."

Tony looked at her.

"Can you supply us with some names Miss?"

Rina shrugged as she handed him and his partner the mugs, both nodding in thanks.

"There was the Phys-ed teacher, Mr Yancy... as well as the English teacher Ms Lawrence... there were rumors of others, but I never heard any names."

Nodding, Tony took notes as his partner lowered the mug onto the counter.

"What happened in the mall yesterday?"

Frowning, Rina took her coffee and sat down at the table, looking at them.

"I was just minding my own business... Just finished work at the music store and was heading to meet some friends, when Theresa and her cronies jumped me on the second floor." pausing she took a sip of her beverage "She hit me, I was pushed to the ground. She and another, Tori Watson, threw their drinks on me... Had my MP3 player smashed in front of me and the rest of her hit squad threw their drinks on me."

Tony looked at her, tapping his pen against his chin.

"This may sound like a stupid question, but were there witnesses?"

His partner cuffed him on the back of his head, causing him to make a short noise. Looking at the girl, Dwayne spoke.

"Just for the record, there is a documented history of animosity between the two of you, correct?"

Rina nodded, then looked at them.

"Yeah... Look, what's going on? Why are you asking me about her?"

Tony looked at Dwayne, who stared at her with ice blue eyes.

"Theresa Matthews was found murdered this morning by her parents. As one of the last people to interact with her, we are just gathering information for the case."

Rina's eyes went wide as she almost dropped her mug. Regaining hold of it, she put it on the table and looked at them.

"She's dead? ...How..." she paused and looked at the older detective, understanding in her eyes "You think from my last interaction with her, as well as past history which you'll obtain from school, that I'm a suspect... correct?"

Tony cleared his throat, looking at her.

"What were your whereabouts last night, between eleven pm and four am?"

Leaning back in her chair, Rina looked at him.

"I was here, alone. I know that sounds bad, however I was online in face time while playing a game from nine to..." she looked at the clock "about thirty minutes ago. If you want, I can give you the gamertags of the people I was playing with, as well as my live stream video link to prove my 'whereabouts'."

Dwayne tilted his head to the side as he regarded her closely.

"You seem well acquainted with police procedure."

Rina shrugged.

"I'm a fan of a lot of cop shows on tv, NIS being one of my favorites... not fond of NIS LA, but NIS New Orleans is pretty good."

Tony grinned at her.

"Did you see last week's episode of NIS? Tibbs and his team were stuck on that serial killer case and had to rely on that autopsy gremlin to help as the medical officer was a prisoner of the..." he paused as Dwayne turned that ice gaze on to him "Umm... never mind, not important."

Dwayne looked back at Rina, removing a card from his coat and handed it to her.

"When you have the information you stated earlier..."

Looking at the card, the teen nodded and stood up.

"Wait... I'll go get the flash drive."

As Rina left the kitchen, Tony looked at his boss.

"Well boss, what do you think?"

Dwayne just looked at him and stepped to the side, the laptop screen facing them. A very small red light was seen at the top of the screen housing. Tony's eyes widened, then he nodded. Five minutes later, Rina returned and handed over a small case to the older officer.

"There you go. My entire night's activities... with the information I offered earlier."

With a nod, Dwayne took the case as Tony put his notebook away.

"Thank you for your time Miss. If we have any further questions..."

Rina nodded.

"You'll be in touch... I got it."

Studying her face one more time, Dwayne nodded his head once, then walked to the front door. Tony and Rina followed, as the door opened and the officers stepped outside. Rina paused then called out to them.

"Hey... have you heard of the recent Crystal Lake massacre?"

Dwayne and Tony shared a look, with the elder looking at her.

"It came across our desk. Local authorities are looking in to it."

Rina walked over to them, pulling a photo out of her pocket and handing it over.

"This... this is my brother, Grant. He's my older brother and he went to Crystal Lake with some others from school. I'm... I'm worried and..."

Dwayne looked at the photo. In it was a younger Rina and her brother, Grant, sitting on the front stoop of the house. He looked at her.

"We'll look into it and be in touch."

Rina nodded as she turned and walked back inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Sighing, she walked back to the kitchen and sat down at the table, pressing a button on the laptop as the screen came on. Mara looked at her concerned.

"Rina... Theresa's dead?"

With a nod, she leaned back in her chair.

"Yeah... I'm a suspect I think.. til I'm cleared."

Mara frowned as she looked at her friend.

"Rina... I'm coming over. I don't think you should be alone now."

Nodding, she shut the computer down and looked at the clock.

"Grant... where the Hell are you?"

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At St Joeseph's Memorial hospital, Forrest Green

GRANT sighed as he leaned back against the headrest of the bed, arms folded behind his head. It's been two days since the monster known as Jason Voorhees commenced his slaughter and then was banished back to the Mirror Universe as detailed in the Necronomicon Ex Mortis. Two days since some of his friends had been brutally murdered and those who survived, were left traumatized after the ordeal. He looked around the ward he was in, at the other three beds who were occupied by others who were also at Crystal Lake.

Liam Charles, also known as 'King', survived his encounter with six broken ribs and a slight concussion. Sheldon Finkelstein, exhaustion and stress affected him, worried what his parents would say when they find out. Brandon Wilson having lost his right forearm, along with exhaustion, was still his usual self. The others were holding up well, truth be told, but deep down they had scars. He had to admit, he's glad that Deborah made it out alive, if something had happened to her...

Turning, he got out of the bed and stretched his arms above his head as Brandon was wheeled back into the ward in a wheelchair, his right arm bandaged and in a sling. Grant watched as the orderly helped the teen out of the wheelchair and onto his bed. Brandon waved him off as he looked over at his friend.

"Well... have to say that the door to door service here is impeccable."

With a grin on his face, Grant walked over and sat in the chair next to Brandon's bed. He was silent for a moment, then looked at his friend.

"Be honest... How are you holding up?"

Brandon sighed and rubbed the back of his head with his left hand.

"Fucked up man... really fucked up. Heh, even have a souvenir." he motioned to his right arm, a dull grin on his face "... Jenny though..."

Grant remembered when he saw the body of Brandon's girlfriend, Jenny Myers, hung from the door frame of the second floor of Higgins Haven. A hand nailed in either corner of the top of the frame... while her body from the waist down had been severed and cast aside, a pool of blood and organs underneath.

The anguished look on Brandon's face was soon replaced with undiluted anger as he faced her killer and charged. He had fought the killer out of the building and outside across to the barn at Higgins Haven, only to loose his forearm to not just a set bear trap... but also the killer's machete slicing it off. If not for the drunkard, Daniel Adamson, firing the flare gun and distracting the killer, Brandon would've been another victim.

Still, he had survived... that was one thing to be grateful for. He looked over at Grant, a tired look on his face.

"Just... why? Why did Daniel's dad do this?"

That was the question Grant had been thinking of himself. Why did his uncle, Philip Adamson, head of a powerful multi national conglomerate set free the killer known as Jason Voorhees? What did he have to gain from all of the murders carried out at Crystal Lake? A frown on his face, Grant leaned back in the chair.

"I don't know Brandon... I really don't know." he then locked eyes with the other teen "But you can bet I damn sure will find out."

The two teens were silent, when Liam and Sheldon walked into the room. Brandon grinned as he saw Liam.

"Heh... My man!"

Liam returned the grin as he walked over, followed by Sheldon.

"Hey B, looking better."

While Brandon and Liam chatted, Grant stood and walked over to the window and looked out over the grounds. Sheldon joined him, both staring outside.

"... you're still thinking about what happened..."

It was a statement, not a question and caused Grant to nod, as his thoughts were indeed on the events which happened at Crystal Lake.

"To be honest, yeah." he turned and walked back to his bed and sat upon it, with Sheldon doing the same on his own "Shelly, you weren't there in the beginning... Honestly, we all thought it was just going to be a fun summer vacation. How wrong we were..."

Brandon and Liam looked over, both silent as Grant spoke.

"At first, everything seemed... normal, if a bit boring. Daniel, my cousin... was drunk as usual and was hurling insults left and right." he paused to recollect "Then he insulted Deborah..."

Liam grunted as he leaned against his bed.

"Mistake number one..."

With a slight nod, Grant continued.

"Yeah... anyway once we got it sorted out, with the arrival of the others, things seemed to be going smoothly." he rubbed the back of his neck "Perhaps a little too smoothly..."

Eight other people walked into the room, one of them a girl of asian descent and wearing glasses, came over to where Grant was sitting and sat next to him, both sharing a small smile. While the others greeted the newcomers and then settled down, Grant continued as he looked over at Sheldon and four of the newcomers.

"As you know... things didn't start to go wrong til Friday... then..."

One of the newcomers, a goth by the name of AJ Mason spoke softly.

"Everything got fucked up..."

A brunette, one Sonya James, was sitting next to AJ and put her arm around the Goth's shoulders.

"... Jenny..."

With the mention of his late girlfriend, Brandon frowned and looked down at the ground. Grant spoke again.

"Jason fucking Voorhees..."

One of the others, a man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes spoke up, his tone quiet.

"I've killed him twice before... But, having said that... I did bring the bastard back between them..." running his hand through his hair, he sat down in a nearby chair "The evil that... he did. All the innocent blood spilled..."

The girl, Deborah Kim, sitting next to Grant looked at him.

"It's over now though, right?"

Everyone looked at AJ, who sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

"I think so... I mean the Necronomicon did have the summoning rights for all manner of daemons. From what I read, I'm certain we won't see Jason Voorhees again."

The other brunette, Tiffany Cox, shuddered.

"Unless it's in our dreams."

Elsewhere

EVERYTHING was bathed in red, steam coming from numerous pipes as a man sat hunched in front of a table, smiling wistfully as he looked through a old, battered and burnt photo album. Inside were images of teens, brutally murdered and tortured in a extremely violent fashion. He came to a blank page, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Well my dear Theresa... not much of a fighter. But her cheers..."

He looked to his side towards a battered shelf. On the far end, still glowing brightly, was the orb he claimed from his most recent conquest, her face etched on the inside in a silent scream. Grinning, he tapped one of the long blades on his glove against his right temple... as a soft glow appeared around the tip. Bringing his hand down, he tapped the blade against the blank page and a image slowly formed. Grinning, he stroked the page, tracing his left index finger along the image of Theresa Matthews at the moment of her death. Another wistful sigh escaped him, as he closed the album reverently and placed it back on the table.

Standing up, he turned and walked over to a blank wall which dissolved into a window, allowing him to look upon his next victim. A evil, sadistic smile played on his face as he looked at who was to soon be his next... acquisition.

"Hmmm... I've always wanted to try Italian... HA HA HA HA!"

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Deaths-Head : Apologies for the long wait. Real life had to knock and took most of my time. Having said that, I think I might've gone a bit overboard with the length of this chapter. Rina's brother, Grant and his friends, will return later in the story when they return home to Springwood. Next chapter will be on Rina and introduce some of her friends.

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