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Warning: This is a yaoi fic if you do not like yaoi don't bother reading.
I'm Dating Freddy Krueger
No Dreams (If My Life Was A Highway This Would Be It)
John winced in pain from his burn wound that covered his entire back. John let the nurse disinfect it for the day and then apply for bandages as he let out muffled moans in pain. After that was finished the nurse gave him a sedative to help him sleep. Gladly it took away his ability to dream, he just couldn't face his dream ex-boyfriend. Sighing as he fell into a deep numb minded sleep as he felt the pain in his back make his nerves to shake from left to right.
He spent most of his time asleep, or thinking when he wasn't being tormented with his parent's daily visits, from what he could see Freddy has been torturing them. Making them fear their own shadows thinking they brought it on themselves for letting that happen to John they left gift after gift in hopes to make the demon leave them alone.
Every time he was alone he thought about what caused this, of course the answer was simple. It happened after the day Freddy possessed his teachers and had sex with him. He arrived at school and that was when he was approached by… a girl. She confessed to him and somehow, seduced him, it was honestly a onetime thing he didn't even know what caused him to even to that with her but he did and he regretted it immediately after. Then later that night John fell asleep to apologize to Freddy but… Freddy was not happy. He saw the angry, the hate, and the hurt in those eyes. John cried for Freddy for forgiveness but Freddy wouldn't hear of it, John tried to tell him that she got to him on a human level. That she offered him human affection something he genuinely never had before, but that sickened Freddy driving over the edge. John remembered being pushed on his stomach and feeling those one gentle clawed hand slash at his back again and again and again. Feeling every sting of pain, every trickle of blood, then as if that wasn't enough in what John knew was purely out of the heat of the moment set fire to Johns back.
"You miserable little wretch you thought I wouldn't care… you pathetic little faggot", John heard Freddy say and that hurt him most of all. He was woken up by his mother who heard his screams and helped him put out the fire then an ambulance call later and he was at the hospital being treated for third degree burns. They used a drug to put him to sleep but he learned after the first time using it that he didn't dream he guessed it must have been the drugs. So he took the time to really think about what he had done. He gave into his foolish human lust and weaknesses, and then lost the most important part of his live that is what he had done. John knew he wasn't work anything now more than ever, he just screwed up his whole life. Slamming his fist into his bed he sat up and started pulling at his hair, grunting in rage. Then feeling he hadn't been punished enough thought about the most painful thing he could do, and then he felt the twitch in his back from moving around. So he waited till lunch came then after the nurse left he tore off his bandages took his fork and went into the bathroom. There he turned around tilted his head so he could see himself in the mirror then started to engraving his repentance on his back.
Freddy was made as hell first when John woke up before he could make him his forever. He was going to kill John but that was purely because he wanted him to be his body and soul, and since his body was violated he wanted the soul. Then once he was dead all would be forgiven they could be together always he would after doing his various acts upon the people of Elm Street would take his leisure time with John. Making John experience all the forms of spiritual ecstasy however that mother of his woke him up and he had to wait for John to fall asleep again before he could take his soul.
However they gave him a drug that seems to keep him from dreaming making him powerless to see John, torturing John's parents as punishment for letting that happen was not as satisfying as he wanted it to be, neither was killing people in their dreams. He still did it but he couldn't get the imagination needed to do anything more than slash their guts out. After his latest victim Jen Clarkson, being the 'slut' who seduced his poor John Freddy started to get a little worried. Those burns wouldn't take so long to cure so one day he decided to peer in on John by possession a sleeping doctor. Once taking care of that soul being in the way he went to check on John and see if he can't get him off what is keeping him from dreaming. Then if he still felt like doing it, he would in what he would say 'kill the cheating cock sucker'.
He had to suspiciously ask for his room number which only added on to his odd stiff walking and his hallow wicked eyes. Freddy however found the body more maneuverable than the other bodies he possessed and was able to make it to John's room. Where he found with no difficulty but once inside he didn't find John. Asking around he learned that John was dead, bled out a few hours ago, apparently he just sliced up his back burst a vein and died quickly. That made Freddy sick in that body, puking up all the stomach contents, then some blood, then everything else inside that body. Leaving once the body was beyond use back to his dream world to find out where John's soul went.
John saw nothing but a long black environment with a long highway made of blacker things than the world around him was, it seemed endless but after trying to figure out what happened to him among other things he just walked down that lonely road.
Confused, he couldn't remember his name, his hopes, dreams, and love it seemed to be getting colder though as he kept walking. His face felt wet and half frozen as if his back was drenched with oozing fluids but it soon began to freeze. John didn't know anything more than breathing, the tinge of memory that told his mind to try and think so he could remember anything, and to walk down that highway. The atmosphere was getting colder as soundless wind blew down on him, making him slower, making him thirsty, and causing him to shake as the heat left his body.
For many years what was John walked down that road unable to do anything but breathe and moving ever slower till he was little more than a dragged out shuffle.
Eventually after the first few days what was John lost all feeling in its form.
It did feel something eventually when it dragged itself into something solid. A missive black gate, where on the door as a little window which opened into a strange red colored domain. From the door a winged creature, with horns, around the height and weight of a starving housecat with vicious claws and sharp teeth, the creature's voice was foreign to the dragging form as it spoke. However it soon understood the creature talk in its bone snapping voice "well you, are you coming in or do you wish to turn around and walk all the way around"? The form that used to be John couldn't spoke but listened as he tried to raise his stiff and frozen in place neck. "You go back and you'll walk till you disappear from existence" the creature said "at least in here you'll be kept warm, maybe painful but it's better than nothing you know. You get a free meal before being put with the rest a kind of last meals for the damned. Come in the fires are warm and from what the looks of it you may need some thawing".
Food, warmth, feelings were tempting offers made to someone who forgot all of them long ago but still remember having a full stomach, being comfortably in a place away from the dead chill, and being in pain is better than nothing. So with that logic John wished to enter, the creature thought so and opened to gate allowing John to walk right inside. Then after his form disappeared into the red abyss the gate shut, sounding out a clanking final sound which sounded onto the highway unheard from the outside of its black solitarily.
…To Be Concluded
Authors Notes: This fic was supposed to have longer chapters; I actually made a layout of the story and planned a sequel after this fic also. The reason I guess this chapter is so short is I wrote what I had down and that was that, however I guarantee the next chapter will be better than the last four put together with all the Nightmare on Elm street films and a chocolate Sunday… to Freddy slash fans.