DreamWeaver
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to the elm street series or Freddy but I do own Darren and Sancia, feel free to use Darren but not Sancia.
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Part 1
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Darren laying down on his bed stared blankly at the fan on the ceiling. His gaze lazily following the blades as they rotated, no emotion showing on his dower expression. Black shadows accumulated under his eyes where he had not slept for a long time. A trickle of blood snaked away from his lip were he had chewed it through, maroon in colour and crusting. The room he was in was black and dingy the only source of light coming from a street lamp casting ominous shapes on the walls. Only the fan and a distant ticking of a clock could be heard, Darren's breath so slight it was unnoticeable.
A knock came from the front door, politely. Darren did not react.
Two minutes passed then the knocking came again, this time a little more insistent. Darren stirred slightly but did not remove his gaze from the fan or react in any other way.
Whoever was at the door was not perturbed by the lack of an answer, they knocked again louder. This time however they did not stop, the door rattled at each contact the door knocker made. Darren finally came out of his stupor, though reluctantly, unable to ignore the insistent visitor. He sat up in bed, his movements slow and difficult, as if he was an old man whose body no longer worked right. His eyes briefly flickered in emotion, annoyance, but then immediately returned to their glazed look.
He slowly and robotic-ally made his way down the stairs wearing only a white T-shirt and black shorts. He blinked at the door seeing a figure standing there behind the misted glass, he could tell nothing about them except that they were quite tall. His drunken, ancient gait improved slightly as he reached the entrance but his facial expression did not.
The person knocking on the door stopped, obviously being able to see in and at Darren's silhouette. Darren slowly raised a hand to remove the latch but paused briefly. A frown settled on his face, some inner workings deep in his brain sputtering into life. He dismissed whatever came into his conscious and unlatched and opened the door.
Standing there dressed in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a black polo-neck jumper was a woman. She smiled a wide and innocent smile at him, almost too pleasant. She flicked a lock of red hair out of her face and showed an unusual purple blue colour of eye. Darren's face changed to mild surprise then wariness, he had not seen this woman before. She held out her hand.
"Hello there! ", she said, her voice dark and exotic with a hint of an unfamiliar accent.
" I suppose I had better introduce myself as you have obviously not met me before. "
Darren's lax body tensed slightly.
" I'm Sancia Salvadora, that's Spanish by the way, it is a pleasure to meet you "
The chirpiness still ever present. Darren did not react to the raised hand so instead the woman grabbed his own and pumped it with excessive enthusiasm. The contact causing her to frown ever so slightly, barely noticeable but in Darren's trance like state he managed to catch it. Some inner voice perked up a little.
" May I come in? I really need to speak to you. "
Darren hesitated, he did not want to invite a stranger he had never met before into his house besides which, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that the wall clock said it was nearly midnight an extremely unusual time for an unknown person visiting you. He eyed her up and down, noting she was over six feet, a lot taller then his own five six and mentally worked out the odds. He shrugged and stepped aside.
" Uh, sure."
Sancia's smiled even wider, no hint of triumph in it and came in. They moved to the lounge where they each settled on a chair. Darren's inner voice started again, berating him for being so easy, but that part was still buried pretty deep in his mind almost an echo in confrontation with his indifferent state.
" Darren Fabian Gardener is it not? "
Darren started. The woman knew his full name. Thoughts crowded into his head, clearing the melancholy as he stared.
" Yes that's me. I hate to be rude but what do you want? After all I have never met you before and you come here unannounced in the middle of the night."
She gave him a sympathetic and mildly bashful expression.
" Sorry, I was rather abrupt wasn't I ? I heard about your friends, such a shame they were all too young. "
Darren digested this with more then a little sadness being reminded all over again of his three friends who had died rather nasty deaths. Kathy had died first, or more accurately killed herself, only to be found hanging from a rope hung over the rafters of her bedroom with a fixed face filled with terror at odds with the mode and choice of death. Brian, Darren's best friend, was found in a bloody pool in the park after going missing the night before. All his digits, his ears and eyes had been removed and spread all over the place, it was quite a mess. Finally Holly had perished after falling down the infamous local well, forty feet deep, in the empty rundown part of town, the impact was supposed to have killed her instantly. Only Brian's death was considered a murder and the police for the past week were trying to track them down. It had all happened in a matter of weeks and spread on all the local papers. Darren guessed that was where the woman had got her information after all it was almost common knowledge.
She waited patiently as these memories filtered through him. Concentrating inwards he did not see her looking at him with a knowing frown.
" I am sorry for bringing up these obvious bad memories but there is a reason I assure you. I don't like hurting people with their emotions but sometimes I must. "
He looked at her through tear filled eyes, feeling a little resentment at her.
" I know what you are going through "
Darren jumped from his seat.
"How could you understand? ", he all but shouted. She winced.
" My friends are dead and you come here and pretend to understand how I feel. Well you don't. You couldn't. "
Sancia played her poker face and waited out Darren's outburst when he finally slumped back into his seat. She waited a moment more.
" I have lost people I love but not in this way, I cannot say how you feel. I know it is uniquely your own pain, everyone hurts in their own way. No I was not referring to your emotions but rather the cause, if you would just hear me out."
Darren shuddered, other darker memories snaked there way in, but he dismissed his visitors words regardless, she could not know about that. He suddenly felt more tired then in his entire life and felt his eyes droop briefly but sprung awake as fear filled his entire being. Sancia looked on.
" You know what I am referring to don't you? I see it in your eyes. The exhaustion and undercurrent fear. The terrible knowledge that something else lurks behind your friends death, an omnipresent reaper hiding round the corner of sleep, ready to pounce "
Darren could only stare. She did know, or otherwise only guessed but still there was enough to feel she understood some of his fears.
" After reading about all of this in the paper I knew it had something to do with it. The clues pointed in that direction. I also took the liberty of a little research just to confirm my suspicions and have found a connection with you and a distant relative, a second cousin I believe. You probably don't know much about the origins, but of course you don't, but to give you some idea your cousin was involved in an incident many years ago which resulted in some rather unpleasant business. "
She settled into silence to give him time to think. Darren was shocked, his face had a waxy cast to it and the black beneath his eyes became more pronounced. He did not know how much she knew but the sincerity in her voice was all he needed and wanted. He felt as if he was coming apart and the knowledge that someone else could understand even a little of what he had been going through was a great relief.
" Does the name Freddy Krueger mean anything to you? "
SHE DID KNOW!
" THAT'S HIM! ", he cried once more raising himself from his chair feeling more alert then he ever had in a while, things slotting in together.
"Obviously you do. ", she chuckled then became serious.
" You dreamed of him didn't you? An old and scarred looking man with a rather unique glove. Bad dress sense too from what I heard. "
" Yes. He came to me in my sleep after Kathy died. I just thought he was a figment of my grief, just another dream figure but it seemed so real. He had these blades on his hand and grinned at me while sharpening them. He, he taunted me over Kathy, saying all sorts of horrible things about her and her last moments alive then he suggested that playtime had only just began. After that I woke up in a sweat. "
Darren sighed.
" I dreamed of him again after Brian and Brian was with him only it wasn't, it couldn't be, I have hoped it was not. The body parts that were cut off were still gone instead that creep had them on as some sort of sick jewelery and Brian was smiling and asking me to join him and Kathy to come play with Freddy, .......forever. It was horrible. After that one I began to believe the dreams were real. It was only after Holly that I truly believed and the bastard has been haunting me in my sleep since then. I'm......... afraid to go to sleep now. I know that monster got my friends in their sleep and I don't want to die. "
Darren practically collapse in grief, shaking and on the verge of tears. Sancia sat next to him and put a comforting arm over his shoulder. For a while neither said anything, Sancia just allowed Darren to calm down and let out all his inner fears.
" I came here to help you, " she said quietly into his ear. Darren glanced at her the tears beginning to dry on his face.
" Pardon? "
" I came to help you. I know I am too late for your friends but I can still help you. That's why I came to put an end to him. To Freddy Krueger. I have come across suffering caused by him too many times and it is time to stop. I need you to get to him. "
He flinched.
" He is only in dreams and he does not come to mine so I must find someone who does and I found you. It will mean you have to face him but I know a way to get into your dream and aid you. It is the only way I know how. I have a plan. "
The clock ticked in solitary while Darren thought, then he nodded. Terror was coursing through every part of him but he needed to avenge all those who had died and he felt he could now trust this woman, he would do it, even to just stop the nightmares.
" Yes. "
Sancia smiled bitterly. She had to prepare to face the dreamer demon.
" I have to get my self ready, " she said. Darren merely nodded grimly.
Sancia rose from the floor, offering a hand to Darren then patted him on the back.
" Let us begin and end Freddy's reign of terror ".
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EDITED
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to the elm street series or Freddy but I do own Darren and Sancia, feel free to use Darren but not Sancia.
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Part 1
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Darren laying down on his bed stared blankly at the fan on the ceiling. His gaze lazily following the blades as they rotated, no emotion showing on his dower expression. Black shadows accumulated under his eyes where he had not slept for a long time. A trickle of blood snaked away from his lip were he had chewed it through, maroon in colour and crusting. The room he was in was black and dingy the only source of light coming from a street lamp casting ominous shapes on the walls. Only the fan and a distant ticking of a clock could be heard, Darren's breath so slight it was unnoticeable.
A knock came from the front door, politely. Darren did not react.
Two minutes passed then the knocking came again, this time a little more insistent. Darren stirred slightly but did not remove his gaze from the fan or react in any other way.
Whoever was at the door was not perturbed by the lack of an answer, they knocked again louder. This time however they did not stop, the door rattled at each contact the door knocker made. Darren finally came out of his stupor, though reluctantly, unable to ignore the insistent visitor. He sat up in bed, his movements slow and difficult, as if he was an old man whose body no longer worked right. His eyes briefly flickered in emotion, annoyance, but then immediately returned to their glazed look.
He slowly and robotic-ally made his way down the stairs wearing only a white T-shirt and black shorts. He blinked at the door seeing a figure standing there behind the misted glass, he could tell nothing about them except that they were quite tall. His drunken, ancient gait improved slightly as he reached the entrance but his facial expression did not.
The person knocking on the door stopped, obviously being able to see in and at Darren's silhouette. Darren slowly raised a hand to remove the latch but paused briefly. A frown settled on his face, some inner workings deep in his brain sputtering into life. He dismissed whatever came into his conscious and unlatched and opened the door.
Standing there dressed in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a black polo-neck jumper was a woman. She smiled a wide and innocent smile at him, almost too pleasant. She flicked a lock of red hair out of her face and showed an unusual purple blue colour of eye. Darren's face changed to mild surprise then wariness, he had not seen this woman before. She held out her hand.
"Hello there! ", she said, her voice dark and exotic with a hint of an unfamiliar accent.
" I suppose I had better introduce myself as you have obviously not met me before. "
Darren's lax body tensed slightly.
" I'm Sancia Salvadora, that's Spanish by the way, it is a pleasure to meet you "
The chirpiness still ever present. Darren did not react to the raised hand so instead the woman grabbed his own and pumped it with excessive enthusiasm. The contact causing her to frown ever so slightly, barely noticeable but in Darren's trance like state he managed to catch it. Some inner voice perked up a little.
" May I come in? I really need to speak to you. "
Darren hesitated, he did not want to invite a stranger he had never met before into his house besides which, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that the wall clock said it was nearly midnight an extremely unusual time for an unknown person visiting you. He eyed her up and down, noting she was over six feet, a lot taller then his own five six and mentally worked out the odds. He shrugged and stepped aside.
" Uh, sure."
Sancia's smiled even wider, no hint of triumph in it and came in. They moved to the lounge where they each settled on a chair. Darren's inner voice started again, berating him for being so easy, but that part was still buried pretty deep in his mind almost an echo in confrontation with his indifferent state.
" Darren Fabian Gardener is it not? "
Darren started. The woman knew his full name. Thoughts crowded into his head, clearing the melancholy as he stared.
" Yes that's me. I hate to be rude but what do you want? After all I have never met you before and you come here unannounced in the middle of the night."
She gave him a sympathetic and mildly bashful expression.
" Sorry, I was rather abrupt wasn't I ? I heard about your friends, such a shame they were all too young. "
Darren digested this with more then a little sadness being reminded all over again of his three friends who had died rather nasty deaths. Kathy had died first, or more accurately killed herself, only to be found hanging from a rope hung over the rafters of her bedroom with a fixed face filled with terror at odds with the mode and choice of death. Brian, Darren's best friend, was found in a bloody pool in the park after going missing the night before. All his digits, his ears and eyes had been removed and spread all over the place, it was quite a mess. Finally Holly had perished after falling down the infamous local well, forty feet deep, in the empty rundown part of town, the impact was supposed to have killed her instantly. Only Brian's death was considered a murder and the police for the past week were trying to track them down. It had all happened in a matter of weeks and spread on all the local papers. Darren guessed that was where the woman had got her information after all it was almost common knowledge.
She waited patiently as these memories filtered through him. Concentrating inwards he did not see her looking at him with a knowing frown.
" I am sorry for bringing up these obvious bad memories but there is a reason I assure you. I don't like hurting people with their emotions but sometimes I must. "
He looked at her through tear filled eyes, feeling a little resentment at her.
" I know what you are going through "
Darren jumped from his seat.
"How could you understand? ", he all but shouted. She winced.
" My friends are dead and you come here and pretend to understand how I feel. Well you don't. You couldn't. "
Sancia played her poker face and waited out Darren's outburst when he finally slumped back into his seat. She waited a moment more.
" I have lost people I love but not in this way, I cannot say how you feel. I know it is uniquely your own pain, everyone hurts in their own way. No I was not referring to your emotions but rather the cause, if you would just hear me out."
Darren shuddered, other darker memories snaked there way in, but he dismissed his visitors words regardless, she could not know about that. He suddenly felt more tired then in his entire life and felt his eyes droop briefly but sprung awake as fear filled his entire being. Sancia looked on.
" You know what I am referring to don't you? I see it in your eyes. The exhaustion and undercurrent fear. The terrible knowledge that something else lurks behind your friends death, an omnipresent reaper hiding round the corner of sleep, ready to pounce "
Darren could only stare. She did know, or otherwise only guessed but still there was enough to feel she understood some of his fears.
" After reading about all of this in the paper I knew it had something to do with it. The clues pointed in that direction. I also took the liberty of a little research just to confirm my suspicions and have found a connection with you and a distant relative, a second cousin I believe. You probably don't know much about the origins, but of course you don't, but to give you some idea your cousin was involved in an incident many years ago which resulted in some rather unpleasant business. "
She settled into silence to give him time to think. Darren was shocked, his face had a waxy cast to it and the black beneath his eyes became more pronounced. He did not know how much she knew but the sincerity in her voice was all he needed and wanted. He felt as if he was coming apart and the knowledge that someone else could understand even a little of what he had been going through was a great relief.
" Does the name Freddy Krueger mean anything to you? "
SHE DID KNOW!
" THAT'S HIM! ", he cried once more raising himself from his chair feeling more alert then he ever had in a while, things slotting in together.
"Obviously you do. ", she chuckled then became serious.
" You dreamed of him didn't you? An old and scarred looking man with a rather unique glove. Bad dress sense too from what I heard. "
" Yes. He came to me in my sleep after Kathy died. I just thought he was a figment of my grief, just another dream figure but it seemed so real. He had these blades on his hand and grinned at me while sharpening them. He, he taunted me over Kathy, saying all sorts of horrible things about her and her last moments alive then he suggested that playtime had only just began. After that I woke up in a sweat. "
Darren sighed.
" I dreamed of him again after Brian and Brian was with him only it wasn't, it couldn't be, I have hoped it was not. The body parts that were cut off were still gone instead that creep had them on as some sort of sick jewelery and Brian was smiling and asking me to join him and Kathy to come play with Freddy, .......forever. It was horrible. After that one I began to believe the dreams were real. It was only after Holly that I truly believed and the bastard has been haunting me in my sleep since then. I'm......... afraid to go to sleep now. I know that monster got my friends in their sleep and I don't want to die. "
Darren practically collapse in grief, shaking and on the verge of tears. Sancia sat next to him and put a comforting arm over his shoulder. For a while neither said anything, Sancia just allowed Darren to calm down and let out all his inner fears.
" I came here to help you, " she said quietly into his ear. Darren glanced at her the tears beginning to dry on his face.
" Pardon? "
" I came to help you. I know I am too late for your friends but I can still help you. That's why I came to put an end to him. To Freddy Krueger. I have come across suffering caused by him too many times and it is time to stop. I need you to get to him. "
He flinched.
" He is only in dreams and he does not come to mine so I must find someone who does and I found you. It will mean you have to face him but I know a way to get into your dream and aid you. It is the only way I know how. I have a plan. "
The clock ticked in solitary while Darren thought, then he nodded. Terror was coursing through every part of him but he needed to avenge all those who had died and he felt he could now trust this woman, he would do it, even to just stop the nightmares.
" Yes. "
Sancia smiled bitterly. She had to prepare to face the dreamer demon.
" I have to get my self ready, " she said. Darren merely nodded grimly.
Sancia rose from the floor, offering a hand to Darren then patted him on the back.
" Let us begin and end Freddy's reign of terror ".
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