Title: A Nightmare in Point Place
Disclaimer: Don't own, ain't getting paid. I do not own That 70's Show or its characters. I do not own Freddy either.
Pairing: J/H, D/E
Summary: Jackie is having nightmares. Something in her haunted sleep wants to kill her. Something monstrous. Something unstoppable. But she has more to fear. Much much more… Her high school friends, she discovers, are having the same fiendish dream. And they are being butchered –systematically slaughtered in their sleep by the predatory monster of their shared nightmare.
Tag line: If Jackie doesn't wake up screaming – She won't wake up at all.
Credit: Okay guys I'm a huge fan of the Nightmare of Elm Street series. I even watched Freddy's TV show. The summary and tag were taken from the 1990 Vhs box. And the plot is loosely based on the original movie (I am going to change most of it –but if you are a fan you will see plenty of similarities). Anyway know that I am giving Wes Craven and Robert Shaye props. This one is not original.
A/N: My new series. Something weird and different for me and you. It is set somewhere in the mid/to early Season 5.
Dedicated: This chapter goes to Angeleyes (Kashmir1) and Eoyore of F4F. Love you guys. Hope you enjoy Freddy's First victim.
"Come on Jackie, it'll be fun" Donna persuaded, putting her arm around the smaller girl as they walked down the hall.
Jackie sighed. It was Friday, and Steven had been trying to get her to agree to a weekend at her Ski Cabin with the whole gang all week. Now, he had Donna doing his dirty work. Thinking about it she had to admit that the last thing she wanted was to spend another night in her house alone. The nightmares had continued, and were getting worse. The guy in her dreams had gotten scarier. He now talked to her. He would laugh and tell her he was going to kill all her friends. He would chase her and taunt her until she woke herself up. He hadn't tried to cut her again though. But that wasn't much of conciliation. She still hadn't slept much "Fine, we can go"
"Go where?" Eric asked coming up behind Donna and putting his arm around her.
"Jackie agreed to going to the cabin." Donna informed.
Eric smiled and adopted a little boy voice "Good, I won't have to sleep alone. And maybe you can protect me from my nightmares."
Jackie who had blocked out the lovebirds until this point looked up startled. She hadn't told Eric and Donna about the other nightmares. She decided they would just blow it off. "What nightmares?"
Eric looked up trying to pretend that the subject wasn't distressing to him, but his hand gestures gave it away. "Yeah, thanks Jackie. You gave me your nightmare. Ever since the other day at the Hub I can't get any sleep. Stupid burned guy."
Jackie was really freaked now. Could he be in Eric's dream too? Like he had said in her dreams "What is he wearing in your dream?"
Eric laughed "Jackie I was just kidding. It is not the same dream. It just has a guy like the one you described, burned with a knife glove. It is like power of suggestion."
Steven had come up behind her and joined the conversation. "Yeah, Forman has a very weak mind."
Donna shot him a look. "Shut up Hyde, he does not. And besides I had a couple of bad dreams myself. Same guy. Eric's right, Jackie just wigged us out with all that talk of how scary he was."
Jackie looked to her boyfriend. "Have you had any?"
"NO" Steven stated.
She raised her eyebrow wondering if she believed him. Then turned back to the other couple. "WHAT does he wear in your dream?"
"What does it matter?" Donna scoffed.
"Because, I didn't tell you what the guy in my dream wore, because I didn't remember it until after I saw you and had the dream again. If it is just something I have put in your head –you can prove it by telling me what he is wearing."
"You had the dream again?" Steven asked sounding pissed that she hadn't told him.
She ignored him. And kept her gaze on Eric.
"He wears a green and red striped sweater." Eric answered.
Donna gasped. "And a hat?"
Eric nodded gravely.
Jackie felt sick. They were all having the same dream. Except Steven. She wondered briefly if any one else was as well. Or if this were her fault and only people that she had told were having them.
"You sure you haven't had any?" she asked Steven again.
He rolled his eyes and put his sunglasses on. Reaching for her hand he pulled her towards the door. "No, I haven't. This is stupid. You are just creeping yourself out staying in that house all alone. Forman is just a pansy. And Donna has been spending too much time with him." He stopped them on the steps outside and addressed all of them. "Look we are going away for the weekend. And we are going to have fun. I don't want to hear anymore about boogeyman."
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It was dark by the time the seven teenagers arrived at Jackie's Ski cabin. Once parked they unloaded there bags and went it. They had had a relatively pleasant drive up. They were all trying to follow Steven's orders and not talk about the reason they were all tired. It was hard because Jackie really wanted to ask Michael and Fez if they were having any dreams. She would ask Pam Macy but she didn't think that girl had enough brain cells to dream.
Once parked, they began to talk amongst themselves. Eric, Michael and Steven were discussing room arrangements. Fez was going on and on about the hot tub. And Donna and Jackie took turns telling him to shut up.
"I'll get in the hot tub with you Fezzie." Pam stated and began to take off her top.
Slut –Jackie thought, laughing when she saw Donna roll her eyes, probably thinking the same thing.
"Whoa there babe, let's save the good stuff for later." Michael said stopping her before she got too far.
Everyone threw down their bags and looked expectantly to see what the plan was. Jackie sat down on the sofa and laid her head down. She was sooo sleepy.
"Come on doll, why don't we hit the sack?" Steven asked reaching for her hand.
She instantly brightened. "No, No we just got here. Let's make some coffee and stay up talking. Or we could play a game?" She looked around the room for help but got none. They all looked as tired as she felt.
"You aren't making coffee. Look, you have to sleep. Do you want dark circles under your eyes like Donna?" Steven burned.
Jackie sighed at his take charge attitude. She didn't want dark circles but she didn't want to dream either. She had been living off of caffeine for the last few days. She found that if she got at least 4 hours she was fine.
"Yeah I'm pretty tired too Jackie. I think surely we are safe tonight. We have these big strong men to protect us." Donna encouraged.
Jackie laughed "Well I do."
"And me" Pam Macy added bouncing from across the room wrapping her arms around Michael.
"Who asked you?" Jackie snapped. She was glad that Michael had moved on, but did the girl have to try so hard to be a member of the group?
"Well we are gonna go do it." Her ex informed heading toward one of the guest rooms.
"No hot tub?" Fez whined. "You people are no fun" Throwing up his arms dramatically he left for his own bed.
Before she could stop them Donna and Eric were gone as well. Jackie flopped on the couch in defeat.
"Come on. Let's go" Steven demanded standing with his hands on his hips.
"No" She sounded like a child wanting to stay up past bed time.
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes" he huffed. "Don't make me carry you."
She smiled despite her mood. What the hell kind of punishment was that? Who would not continue arguing? "No, and you can't make me."
He reached down and seconds later she found herself upside down over his shoulder enjoying the view. Then she found herself thrown on the bed bouncing once before settling into its downy comfort. She yawned a huge yawn, that wasn't very ladylike and almost fell asleep instantly. She stopped herself though by sitting up and focusing.
"Hey come here" she said to his retreating figure. He was taking off his shoes in the old chair beside the bathroom.
After removing said shoes and his flannel shirt he responded "What?"
She sat up on her knees and scooted his way "I said come here"
He walked over suspiciously and put his hands on her waist. "What do you want?"
"This" She kissed him, running her hands into his hair and then moving them to her favorite Steven Hyde feature –his back. She squeezed and tried to deepen the kiss.
He pulled back. "Jackie you are not having sex with me in order to stay awake."
She pushed him hard and flopped back down on the bed. "You suck".
"Look, you know I would never turn you down. But I'm tired. And you are tired. And you shouldn't be afraid to go to sleep." He took off his pants and crawled beside her in the bed.
She felt his strong arms surround her and for the first time in a week felt safe. "Okay Steven. But…stay awake for a little bit okay and watch me. Wake me up if I look like I'm having a nightmare."
He kissed her forehead. "Of course."
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In the other room, people with less sense were getting busy. It was what Pam Macy did best. A few screams and some Fez (in the next room listening) frustrating moments later, they were finished and already half asleep.
"Sweet dreams" Kelso said and slipped off into a well satisfied slumber.
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Pam Macy wandered around what looked like the school boiler room (she spent a lot of time there during Freshman year – back when she did all the Senior stoners). She didn't know why she was there. But she was sure it was to meet some guy. She hoped she would find him soon because it was hot down there. And boring.
"Hey Sweet cheeks, wanna make-out?" Freddy asked appearing out of nowhere.
Pam squealed and triped over her own feet trying to get away. She was easy but she had her limits. That guy had serious skin issues. "Leave me alone"
He laughed, reaching out and grabbing her by the hair. "What? Can't we at least be friends?"
Pam tried to scream but it was already too late. Fingers like knives stabbed through her chest and she went limp
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Back in the land of the living Kelso woke up to the screams. Looking over he watched in horror as bloody cuts appeared on Pam's naked chest. He reached out for her but she flew out of his grasp hitting the floor and then rising against the wall. Her body was flailing and she seemed to be still asleep. Looking around the room frantically for a weapon or a bad guy he found none. Shouting he advanced on her new position in the room. But before he could think of anything to help Pam fell limp back on the bed. She looked very much dead. But he didn't have the guts to check.
Closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing he told himself that this was just another bad dream.
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Jackie was awoken by screams for the 5th time in a week. But for the first time they weren't her own. Jumping up she ran into the living room, Steven close at her heals. By the time they figured out where the noise was coming from Donna and Eric had joined them.
Rounding the corner they heard Michael shout and identified the screaming as Pam. Fez was already at the door pounding at its locked bulk. Steven joined him and after two attempts the hinge gave way.
The screaming had stopped.
Jackie looked to her boyfriend trying to read his expression. She felt frozen to the floor, dread overwhelmed her. Fez was shaking near tears and after about a minute even Steven looked away. This was bad. It had to be.
Suddenly Jackie had to know what had happened. She rushed to the door. And saw all she needed to see before Steven could stop her. Pam Macy was lying on the bed covered in blood. The whole room looked the same. The walls, the bed, -Michael. He looked like he had seen a ghost, a horribly scary ghost.
Pulling out of Steven's grasp she walked further into the room. She heard him tell Eric to call the police. Donna was comforting Fez. She wished briefly that she could bury her head in Steven's shoulder and be comforted as well. But she couldn't shake the feeling that this was her fault. She needed to help Michael.
He was sitting up against the wall, rocking back and forth.
"Michael?" she asked trying gently to pull him out of himself.
Her voice seemed to break whatever spell he was under. Looking up he looked startled, he glanced behind her to the angry Steven and then lastly to the very dead Pam.
Jumping up he ran from the room.
"Let him go" she said, turning away from the grizzly sight to make the plea.
"Running away isn't going to make him look any better"
Sighing she felt the tears well up in her eyes and the fear increase. How could any of this look any worse?