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.
Text between *...* is a person's thoughts.
Chapter Eleven
EVERYONE was quiet in one of the waiting rooms of the hospital, nearby nurses and orderlies were directing others away from the area as it's occupants were silently dealing with the grief overwhelming them.
Mara was leaning on the shoulder of her boyfriend, tears streaming down her face as he held her in his arms. Dylan was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, trying to cope with the loss he was feeling. The others in the room were quiet and some nervously glancing at the lone figure looking out of the nearby window.
Grant Masterson hadn't said a word, since the discovery of his twin's body and then retrieval to the hospital morgue. He had entered the room they were in and stood looking out of the window... without moving or speaking since. Detective Dwayne Gibbs had tried to speak to him, as had Liam and Tommy... even Deborah tried... and received no response from the quiet teen.
Watching from the doorway, Dwayne frowned. He knew what grief could do to someone... he knew the aftermath from personal experience. Standing next to him, Dana sighed.
"This is fucked up now Gibbs... really fucked up." She looked at him "How the Hell do we catch a 'dream daemon'?"
A soft voice spoke from the side of the room.
"To catch a monster... need another monster..."
Emilia looked at the speaker and frowned.
"What are you talking about AJ?"
The goth stood up, a serious look on her face.
"Let's face facts... Fred Krueger is untouchable as it stands. The Cops and the Feds," she motioned to Gibbs, his team and Fornell "Can't do a damn thing against him. However..."
She looked at the quiet teen, looking out the window.
"We all know that there is a way to bring that burnt bastard here, to a place of our choosing..." she then looked around the room "We just need to have something... or someone here to greet him."
Tiffany stood up, fear on her face.
"Are you crazy AJ!? You can't mean that... that..."
Tommy looked at the goth, a dead serious look on his face.
"AJ... You know what HE did... Hell, I know better than anyone what He can do..."
Timothy, watching from the sidelines, leaned over to Tony.
"Who are they talking about?"
Before Tony could respond, Brandon shouted out.
"ARE YOU CRAZY BITCH!" he walked over in front of AJ, pointing at her with the stump of his right arm "That crazy muthafucka, fucked us all up! He took my arm, he... he took Jenny... No fucking way are we gonna get that fuck back!"
AJ looked at him, tilting her head to the side.
"Then... perhaps the crispy tater tots next victim is gonna be you bright boy."
Anger flashed in Brandon's eyes, but before he could do anything, Grant spoke.
"Don't." Turning, he looked at the goth "... how sure are you that this would work?"
Deborah, eyes wide, stepped up to him.
"Grant... you can't be serious... You really think, that bringing Jason Voorhees back... that he'd just let us go?"
Silent throughout this, Sonya spoke up as she looked over.
"Think about it though... this Krueger, what he's done... even if we did call him out from our dreams or wherever he is, are we gonna be able to beat him?" she paused "Maybe... just maybe having Jason ready to greet him, would help tilt the scales..."
Wide eyed, Sheldon looked at them all.
"Have we all lost our minds? We were almost killed by that hockey monster!"
Looking over at Sheldon, Liam snorted.
"You weren't even there when Jason took Rob!" he stood up and looked at the teen "We all were... we saw what that monster did. We've also seen what this... Freddy... can do. I say let the two of them kill each other."
Soon, the room was divided into two sides. One for calling back the Crystal Lake killer and the other against it. Tony and Timothy had been drawn into the discussion as had Deputy Cara Greyson. Dana had left the room to make a phone call, leaving only Gibbs in the room. He looked at both groups...
"ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU!"
Everyone fell silent, as Gibbs turned his cold stare onto everyone, making them all back down... except for one. Grant returned the stare, as both teen and detective kept eye contact.
"That bastard took my cousin and my twin, detective. He has to pay."
Gibbs nodded.
"Yeah, he does... but what will it cost you, if you bring Jason Voorhees back? How are you going to control him? Restrain him from killing you and everyone else in this room before he kills Freddy?"
Without breaking eye contact, he addressed the goth.
"AJ?"
Looking at the detective and the group against the idea, she folded her arms across her chest.
"Simple. The Necronomicon Ex Mortis. The spells which brought Jason to that dock and then sent him to the Dark Dimension. There would also be the summoning spell within it's pages, to bring Jason and Freddy to a location of our choosing and from there..."
A predatory smile appeared on her face.
"We let them beat the crap out of each other, while we send those fuckers back to where they fuckin' came from!"
Timothy frowned as he looked at her.
"Seriously? Do you think it'll be as simple as just asking a killer, to kill another?" he paused "'Excuse me Mr Voorhees, we're having trouble with this burnt guy, mind coming to have a word with him? We have cake'."
Tony glared at him, fists clenched.
"Shut it Probie! You didn't see what this... this... Evil... did to Kate or Richard!" he motioned to Cara as he kept his gaze on Timothy "WE did! We saw first hand what these things are capable of! We NEED one of them to fight against them!"
Cara looked at Tony and nodded.
"I emptied all six shots of my revolver into Richard... didn't do a damn thing!"
Brandon snorted as he glared at her.
"Bullshit! You were probably shooting like a damn Stormtrooper! Anywhere but where you're supposed to shoot!"
Bradley stepped forward and shoved Brandon back against Timothy and Tommy.
"Back off punk! It's obvious you have no fucking clue of what you're talking about!"
Tommy returned the glare as he stepped forward, Timothy and Brandon behind him.
"Neither do you! I know what Jason is capable of! You don't want to risk this!"
Brad wore a sneer on his face, as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Sounds to me, you're scared Jarvis. Just like a little bitch!"
While they were arguing, Sheriff Michael Carter was in a small room... looking at a page within the opened book in front of him. Adorning the pages, written in bloody ink, were numerous sigils and a passage which the sheriff was focused on. Closing his eyes he looked upwards, then grabbed a knife and slit open the palm of his hand, splashing the blood over the open pages.
"Enamoreth... Tyune... Veritas... Xater... Kiibr... I make this pact with thee o Dark One...I cry unto thee, bring forth the one of flames and burnt flesh. Bring forth the one drowned in grave of water... Bring them here... to where the land is purified by thine blood... I offer in return... my own soul... Bring them forth and the orgy of blood and loss... By the grace of thy own Yog-Sothoth, I beseech thee!"
The blood across the pages, seeped into the book as Michael started to weep.
"I'm... sorry... but this has to be done..." he looked into the darkness and he could hear, faintly, the sound of something dragging or slithering along the ground "The needs... of the many... outweigh... the needs of the few... or the one..."
He closed his eyes, as the shadows seemed to reach out for him.
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In a certain boiler room
FREDDY was still fuming and ranting, destroying everything in his little space. Claw marks adorned every surface, as the killer raved.
"Who the fuck do those fuckin' rejects think they are messing with!? I am not a fuckin' amateur like those little fucks!"
He grabbed a hold of the yearbook on his table and hurled it into the wall, letting loose a cry of pure and unadulterated rage. He went to grab another object... only for his hand to phase through it. Taking note, Freddy looked at his hand closely... only for it to appear to break down and then phase back together again.
Whirling around, he shouted out loud, arms raised.
"YOU FUCKS OBVIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHO I AM!? I'M FREDDY FUCKIN' KRUEGER AND I WILL TAKE YOU ALL DOWN!"
He watched, as both of his raised arms started to break apart and dissolve away. Another scream of anger and rage escaped him, as his body completely broke down and dissolved... leaving nothing behind.
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At Crystal Lake
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BEING undead wasn't as bad as the stories made it out to be, Kate Sheperd thought as she looked out over the lake. True she had a rather shambling gait to her walk, but didn't have to worry about food or the need to constantly keep herself looking clean and neat. Now, she could just let all of that go and focus on the important things.
Like why she was still here with that idiot, Richard. Turning her gaze over to where he was shuffling around, she took note that he still had that damn bear trap on his leg. Their... companion... had left, ordering them to remain hidden and wait for something he called 'The Call'.
As she watched, Richard stumbled and fell over a fallen log, causing Kate to roll her eyes... allowing one to fall out onto the ground. Cursing, she got to her knees and crawled after it as it rolled down a path. As she crawled along the ground, she was aware of Richard getting back to her feet and then heard a whistling sound. She saw herself from her fallen eye and reached out, grabbing it and dusted it off, before replacing it back in it's socket. Still crouched, she then heard loud thumps on the ground and slowly looked up.
Standing in front of her, was a large shape holding an equally large looking knife in their hand. The clothing was dark and as she continued to look up at the face... only to see a mask of sorts covering it. The Shape looked at her, tilting it's head to the side, before it turned and walked off into the forest.
While this was happening, near the shack which held the Necronomicon, something was brought back, a powerful figure who stepped outside and looked up at the night sky of Crystal Lake. Taking a step forward, their foot brushed against something in the ground. Reaching down, the large hands dug into the earth and pulled forth a beaten hockey mask.
Looking at it fondly, the figure put the mask on their face and had just taken a few steps... when they felt the summoning again. The first time, was when those foolish children had summoned him to the dock he had been thrown from as a child all those years ago and now, he was being summoned again. He clenched the handle of the machete in his grip tightly as he was torn apart... and sent somewhere else.
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At the hospital
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BACK with the survivors, just as Brad was about to hit Tommy, with Gibbs keeping Timothy and Tony from blows, the whole room started to shake. The lights flickered, even some of the fluorescent tubes exploded in their holders. Grant grabbed Deborah and roared to the others.
"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!"
Stumbling and scrambling, the group made their way out of the hospital, as the staff tried to evacuate the remaining patients... when a loud crack was heard. Across the road from the hospital, the group looked up and a collective gasp escaped them. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky above the hospital, which parted and a giant eye was looking down on the building.
The top of the hospital started to break apart, being swept up into the eye as a large dark mass erupted forth from inside the building and flew straight into the eye. Two pulses of dark energy went flying forth, over the heads of everyone there, heading straight towards the town's former name sake.
Crystal Lake.
Something slammed into the ground in front of Grant, who knelt and picked up the object. He looked over at AJ and held it towards her.
"Find that spell, we're gonna need it!"
The goth took the object, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis and nodded. Dwayne grabbed Tony and Timothy by the shoulders.
"Get everyone out of the townsite! Evacuate the town!" he looked at Grant and pointed at him "We're going to talk after this, but I'm guessing you need to get to Crystal Lake, the camp."
Grant looked over at Deborah, walking up to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, they shared a look. Speaking softly, he spoke to her so only she could hear.
"Deb... I have to see this through..."
Feeling tears about to come, she shook her head and grasped his arms.
"Grant, you don't. We... We can leave... We don't have to do this... Please..."
Leaning forward, so his forehead was touching hers, he whispered to her.
"I have to... I want you safe..." He looked over at Dwayne "Get her out of here Detective."
Deborah shook her head, as Emilia and Tiffany helped her over to the others. Dwayne, Brad and AJ stepped up next to Grant, as did Tommy.
"If Jason's back, I'm going with you. No matter what!"
With a nod, Grant looked at Dwayne, who sighed.
"Come on... we'll take my car."
The five walked over to the detective's car, as the others were being led over to where a school bus was parked. Climbing in, Dylan looked around and then saw Anthony on his bike. Leaning out of window, he called out to his friend.
"Anthony! Where you going!?"
With his helmet on, he hit the ignition and the Hakuchou roared to life. Anthony looked at the bus.
"Not leaving my bike man... I'll be right behind you!"
As Dylan and the others got in their seats, Tony jumped in the driver's seat and brought the bus to life. Looking over his shoulder at Timothy, he grinned.
"Always wanted to drive one of these... just hope if I drop below fifty, we don't go boom."
Timothy groaned.
"Not another obscure movie reference..."
The deputy snorted as she grasped the handle in front of her seat.
"Could've been worse... could've been a boat instead."
Timothy groaned and rolled his eyes as Tony chuckled, then he looked at the younger detective.
"Hey, Probie! Back behind the yellow line!"
Looking down, Timothy saw his feet were on the line... and shuffled backwards, as the bus moved forward. Driving down the main street, the occupants could see the people of the town were scrambling to their cars, some even running down the road away from the hospital.
Sonya looked out the window as they drove past, shock on her face.
"This... is so unreal..."
There were other comments agreeing with her, while Deborah was sitting in her seat, tears running down her face and her hands resting on her abdomen. Sitting next to her, Emilia put her hand on the younger girl's shoulder.
"He'll make it... "
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Camp Crystal Lake
The car roared down the dirt road, dust and gravel flying in it's wake, as the driver was pushing the car for what it was worth. The other occupants were holding on, one trying to find a passage in the book in her grasp.
"Where is it... I know I saw it..."
Tommy looked at her
"There IS something in there which'll help... right?"
Before she could respond, Brad grunted as he tried to look ahead.
"From where I stand... whatever spell you guys used to send Jason away, was the same which hit the hospital. Even with that creepy as fuck eye in the sky."
Grant was silent, as the car roared past the entrance to the camp and skidded to a stop. Jumping out, Dwayne went to the back of the car and opened the trunk as the others joined him. He handed to Tommy a shotgun and a belt of shells, who took them and loaded the weapon with five shells before cocking it. Brad looked at the handgun he was given, making sure the safety was off.
AJ and Grant were looking out at the cleared area behind the camp and near the lake. She walked up to him, a grim look on her face.
"It's starting..."
A column of fire, erupted from the ground... a blackened skeleton stepping forth. Slowly, the body filled out, muscle and sinew... old, tattered clothing appeared on the figure, along with a old fedora and a claw glove. Freddy Krueger cursed as he looked around, spying the group off to the side. Sneering he pointed at them with his claw glove.
"YOU! I'm gonna gut you lot like stuffed pigs!"
Grant stared at the killer, eyes locked as AJ was looking through the book for the spell she needed. Dwayne, Tommy and Brad joined them, just as a pool of blood spilled forth from the ground behind Freddy. A black skeleton formed, with muscle, sinew, tissue and blood flowing over it. In the matter of seconds, the second figure was standing there, tall and menacing.
Grant smirked as he saw the figure slowly turn and lock it's gaze on Freddy.
"Look behind you Krueger!"
Snorting, he was about to laugh when he heard a loud thud behind him. Turning around, the look of anger on his face, was replaced with one of dread. With a groan, he faced the figure.
"Shit... not you again hockey puck!"
Standing in front of Freddy, gripping his machete tightly in his hand, was none other than the Crystal Lake Killer...
Jason Voorhees.
Sighing, Freddy looked off towards the distance.
"This is gonna suck..."
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Deaths-Head : I always intended to have a showdown again between these two and it'll fit in with what I have planned for later in this series. The entity that Kate encounters, is another killer who will be appearing soon as well.
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