DreamWeaver
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Part three
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Darren marveled at the casualness of Sancia. She strode down the hall apparently without a care in the world. It was not as if they were about to face an enemy who was almost omnipotent. You would think with how Sancia was reacting that they were going for a picnic instead. Darren simply followed her reluctantly, she was either very, very sure of herself or she was nuts. He was not even certain that he had fallen a sleep, all he had was her surety and explanation.
" Keep close"
Darren had faded a little behind her but the words and the seriousness portrayed in them got him going. He walked as close to her as possible. Knocking into her elbow he mumbled an apology, Sancia politely nodded in silent reply.
Something was wrong. Darren was sure his second floor landing was never as long as this, his house was hardly the Ritz. Did they just not turn a corner? As far as Darren was aware it was all straight. Now the tick tock of the hall clock downstairs sounded off. It seemed to be coming from all sides, pounding the walls in mimicry of a heartbeat or, to Darren's recently despised imagination, someone pounding their fists from the other side. All he could be certain of, was the doubts that he had about being in a dream state, were mercilessly squashed. Dreams, they always seemed to have the habit of never working right. He was in the middle of a classic walking and getting absolutely nowhere dream moment. He shook the sleeve of Sancia in front. She paused and tilted her head to look at him never quite turning around.
" Problem? "
" Where the hell are the stairs? "
" Good question. I am currently looking for them. Distortion of dream reality can be a real pain sometimes. "
She sighed theatrically and moved on. Darren became a part of her shadow too afraid to stray even a few feet from her.
Moments later and Sancia came to an abrupt halt, he slammed into her back but she paid him no heed something had caught her attention. Nervous was an understatement as Darren slowly leaned around to look at what had startled her into stopping. Sancia was not entirely engrossed in the scene before her to notice Darren and she quickly moved to the side to continue blocking his view. Darren almost let out a Hey! at the obvious gesture but stopped himself for despite Sancia's effort he caught a glimpse of what lay ahead.
Darren's face paled to a chalky paste. He could not believe what he had just seen. His adams apple bobbed up and down in extravagance while he tried to swallow the saliva that had built up in his throat, sending subconscious messages of imagined nausea into his brain. The conscious side of him was a blank slate, a Mere pinhole for conservative thought. Even his sensible side was quiet, not even a quip.
Darren automatically grabbed onto Sancia's sleeve gripping it with panicky tightness. She gently held onto that hand to give him reassurance but it did not register, only that briefest glimpse of the sight ahead taking residence in his head.
" It is not them. " Sancia's voice was oh so very light trying to keep a modicum of order.
" But......... " Darren's throat tried to form some coherent words but it came out rather strangled.
Instead he moved to get another look this time Sancia did not try to stop him.
Rafters that had not previously been a part of Darren's landing grew from the ceiling like old ragged branches holding up the grisly sight. A rope of tafater hung over the boughs, heavily corded, swinging in a gentle pendulum motion from the weight attached. A noose hung tight around the neck of his friend Kathy. She stared sightlessly at the empty air, her eyes bulging from their sockets and glazed with opal cataracts. Her face had gone from a horrible bluish suffocation colour and through the entire spectrum of the rainbow until it was nothing but a blackened bloated mess, the neck also swollen so that it overlapped some of the rope that held her body.
Darren with a full, clearer view immediately dropped to the floor the fake nausea becoming real as he let loose the contents of his bowels everywhere. It seemed he could not stop retching or thinking about what he saw, he had never seen her when he was told of her death but now he had an all too clear idea of what she might have looked like when her end had come. Sancia patted his back while he let go.
Once Darren had calmed down enough he glanced fleetingly at the swinging carcass, his mind constricting with disbelief.
" Your friend is dead. This is just an image to terrify you. At this moment nothing more nothing less. "
Sancia's words battled with his senses, vying for dominance in his head but he knew deep down in his gut that his friend was dead and buried, it was not her. He shakily rose from his kneeling position and gave Sancia a sideways grateful look, she smiled a full relaxed smile that put him a little at ease, he trusted her more then he realised considering the short amount of time he had known her. Sancia practically gave off waves of confidence and comfort and he had lost all his doubts about her in that one moment, that one smile.
" Easy does it. " She said holding companionably onto his shoulder as he rose whilst Darren's legs felt wobbly beneath him, rubbery.
As his breathes came back to normal he dared to stare at the swinging corpse. The sight still revolted him, it still felt like he was seeing his real friend, but that had eased some what in Sancia's presence. His body still shook slightly and his mind was unconsciously asking for release, but he could not turn away. He had to control the fear.
" It's not her "
Saying it made him feel relief, giving words, substance. Sancia removed her grasp of his shoulder and took a step forward. Darren withheld his shout to stop her but the catch in his breath caught her attention. Sancia turned her head to offer more words of comfort and at the same time Kathy's bulging eyes swiveled to look at him.
Darren was unable to withhold the scream that came full from his throat, Sancia whipped her head back to the sight at the first note.
Rotting yellowy white eyes looked directly at Darren ignoring Sancia completely. Glazed, devoid of life yet there was a glint, ever so small that gave a wave of malicious, dark humour. A rictorous grin rose from the bloated, black mess of her lips, an evil parody of a clowns smile. Her swinging body increased in its arc as the carcass twisted and squirmed with unlife. Spasms racked her frame, creaking from the rafters, rotting flesh plopping to the floor.
" Hello Dar "
Kathy's voice rasped from her black pit of a mouth, the way she spoke Darren's nickname obscene in every way imaginable to him.
Sancia was lost to Darren in front of this specter until she caught his attention when she began walking casually up to the corpse.
" Sancia.... "
Darren was horrified to find his voice not much different to the one that had been used to greet him, panic turning his vocals to sandpaper. Sancia paused to give him her big smile. Darren wanted to shake her, make her realise this was not a game.
" Dar.... Don't you remember me? Where were you? Why did you not help me? Dar......? "
Kathy whined out the last and Darren clamped his hands to his ears in denial, not wanting to hear, not wanting to believe.
Kathy swung harder now on her pendulous rope. Her arms reaching from her sides to grab the rope that held her all the while the smile never leaving her face.
Suddenly, one flailing hand whipped from behind her, if you could call it a hand. Darren recognised it. On each appendage was a sharp razor of some kind attached to a gloved hand . Freddie's hand. Darren knew there and then that this was Freddy in all his evil glory. He had to warn Sancia not to approach any farther but his throat had clammed up, refusing to cooperate.
Kathy/Freddy dropped to the floor as the rope was severed, crumpling haphazardly. Sancia did not take another step to Darren's brief relief. Instead she stood head cocked to one side watching patiently as the body righted itself.
The image of Kathy was gone, it was now all Krueger.
" GET AWAY! "
Darren cried when he saw Freddy turn his attention to his new friend, terrified for her. Sancia merely humphed but did not move from her position. Oh God what was Darren supposed to do? All he could do was stand by and watch the slaughter, his fear rooting him to the spot.
Sancia straightened herself and held out her arms, positioning them in an unusual way while Freddy scraped along the wall with his right hand, gorging scratches that bled with bloody ooze.
Darren blinked.
From Sancia a light filled the empty space between her arms, a white light. Her face hiding any emotion except a calm certainty.
It was beautiful!
Darren was in awe, he felt something pleasant wash over him. From the light an object was forming. Then as suddenly, the light was gone, in it's place a silver long bow. Sancia stretched the wire where a silver arrow nestled. Freddie's constant grin faded but only just, his confidence still in evidence.
" Ah a little toy. Care to play? We can have oh so much fun. "
Krueger laughed harshly, his tongue sliding out like a snake, slathering across his chin in gross provocativeness. Sancia smiled in return but without the innuendo. Then she let rip the arrow making a speeding path towards Freddy, cutting the dark. The nightmare man's tongue lashed out to catch the projectile.
His tongue only just tipped the arrow and his face changed instantly. The arrow's target was put out, just. Instead of the hitting place of his heart ,it pierced Krueger's shoulder instead, the incredibel amount of force sending him flying back. A look of surprised pain marred his features before he was carried a distance down the corridor, an impossibly long distance despite the size and specific item of the projectile.
" HA! "
Sancia's voice boomed down after Krueger. Then she let go a huge cheerful laugh, kicking back her head, the big smile she had, growing beyond all proportion, the smile and laughter of someone who has discovered the most hilarious thing ever. The bow meanwhile fading into nothing.
The corridors shadow's swallowed up Krueger completely as he was led by the momentum while Sancia began to curb her joyful outburst. Darren merely stood stunned, wondering at the surprise on Freddie's face, at the fact that Krueger did not see it coming in quite the way he expected, at the possibilities.
" Don't just stand there Darren, come on. You must never leave a wounded animal, they only become more fierce and wary and this one was far too dangerous to begin with. The hunt is still on. "
Sancia spoke cheerily, her eyes bright at the prospect, her smile still firmly fixed. She grabbed his shoulder once more and began to drag him forward. Pulled along again? Darren thought but this time he was a little more hopeful then before, Sancia had hurt him, had hurt Krueger and now they were going to finish him.
Darren began thinking as he was pulled along. How had she been able to make the bow and arrow? What was that light? And a final saddening thought, was Kathy at peace?
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We have now met Freddy Krueger, it has been a while since I watched any of the films so he may not react as expected, sorry about that, I really need to research the films more.
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Part three
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Darren marveled at the casualness of Sancia. She strode down the hall apparently without a care in the world. It was not as if they were about to face an enemy who was almost omnipotent. You would think with how Sancia was reacting that they were going for a picnic instead. Darren simply followed her reluctantly, she was either very, very sure of herself or she was nuts. He was not even certain that he had fallen a sleep, all he had was her surety and explanation.
" Keep close"
Darren had faded a little behind her but the words and the seriousness portrayed in them got him going. He walked as close to her as possible. Knocking into her elbow he mumbled an apology, Sancia politely nodded in silent reply.
Something was wrong. Darren was sure his second floor landing was never as long as this, his house was hardly the Ritz. Did they just not turn a corner? As far as Darren was aware it was all straight. Now the tick tock of the hall clock downstairs sounded off. It seemed to be coming from all sides, pounding the walls in mimicry of a heartbeat or, to Darren's recently despised imagination, someone pounding their fists from the other side. All he could be certain of, was the doubts that he had about being in a dream state, were mercilessly squashed. Dreams, they always seemed to have the habit of never working right. He was in the middle of a classic walking and getting absolutely nowhere dream moment. He shook the sleeve of Sancia in front. She paused and tilted her head to look at him never quite turning around.
" Problem? "
" Where the hell are the stairs? "
" Good question. I am currently looking for them. Distortion of dream reality can be a real pain sometimes. "
She sighed theatrically and moved on. Darren became a part of her shadow too afraid to stray even a few feet from her.
Moments later and Sancia came to an abrupt halt, he slammed into her back but she paid him no heed something had caught her attention. Nervous was an understatement as Darren slowly leaned around to look at what had startled her into stopping. Sancia was not entirely engrossed in the scene before her to notice Darren and she quickly moved to the side to continue blocking his view. Darren almost let out a Hey! at the obvious gesture but stopped himself for despite Sancia's effort he caught a glimpse of what lay ahead.
Darren's face paled to a chalky paste. He could not believe what he had just seen. His adams apple bobbed up and down in extravagance while he tried to swallow the saliva that had built up in his throat, sending subconscious messages of imagined nausea into his brain. The conscious side of him was a blank slate, a Mere pinhole for conservative thought. Even his sensible side was quiet, not even a quip.
Darren automatically grabbed onto Sancia's sleeve gripping it with panicky tightness. She gently held onto that hand to give him reassurance but it did not register, only that briefest glimpse of the sight ahead taking residence in his head.
" It is not them. " Sancia's voice was oh so very light trying to keep a modicum of order.
" But......... " Darren's throat tried to form some coherent words but it came out rather strangled.
Instead he moved to get another look this time Sancia did not try to stop him.
Rafters that had not previously been a part of Darren's landing grew from the ceiling like old ragged branches holding up the grisly sight. A rope of tafater hung over the boughs, heavily corded, swinging in a gentle pendulum motion from the weight attached. A noose hung tight around the neck of his friend Kathy. She stared sightlessly at the empty air, her eyes bulging from their sockets and glazed with opal cataracts. Her face had gone from a horrible bluish suffocation colour and through the entire spectrum of the rainbow until it was nothing but a blackened bloated mess, the neck also swollen so that it overlapped some of the rope that held her body.
Darren with a full, clearer view immediately dropped to the floor the fake nausea becoming real as he let loose the contents of his bowels everywhere. It seemed he could not stop retching or thinking about what he saw, he had never seen her when he was told of her death but now he had an all too clear idea of what she might have looked like when her end had come. Sancia patted his back while he let go.
Once Darren had calmed down enough he glanced fleetingly at the swinging carcass, his mind constricting with disbelief.
" Your friend is dead. This is just an image to terrify you. At this moment nothing more nothing less. "
Sancia's words battled with his senses, vying for dominance in his head but he knew deep down in his gut that his friend was dead and buried, it was not her. He shakily rose from his kneeling position and gave Sancia a sideways grateful look, she smiled a full relaxed smile that put him a little at ease, he trusted her more then he realised considering the short amount of time he had known her. Sancia practically gave off waves of confidence and comfort and he had lost all his doubts about her in that one moment, that one smile.
" Easy does it. " She said holding companionably onto his shoulder as he rose whilst Darren's legs felt wobbly beneath him, rubbery.
As his breathes came back to normal he dared to stare at the swinging corpse. The sight still revolted him, it still felt like he was seeing his real friend, but that had eased some what in Sancia's presence. His body still shook slightly and his mind was unconsciously asking for release, but he could not turn away. He had to control the fear.
" It's not her "
Saying it made him feel relief, giving words, substance. Sancia removed her grasp of his shoulder and took a step forward. Darren withheld his shout to stop her but the catch in his breath caught her attention. Sancia turned her head to offer more words of comfort and at the same time Kathy's bulging eyes swiveled to look at him.
Darren was unable to withhold the scream that came full from his throat, Sancia whipped her head back to the sight at the first note.
Rotting yellowy white eyes looked directly at Darren ignoring Sancia completely. Glazed, devoid of life yet there was a glint, ever so small that gave a wave of malicious, dark humour. A rictorous grin rose from the bloated, black mess of her lips, an evil parody of a clowns smile. Her swinging body increased in its arc as the carcass twisted and squirmed with unlife. Spasms racked her frame, creaking from the rafters, rotting flesh plopping to the floor.
" Hello Dar "
Kathy's voice rasped from her black pit of a mouth, the way she spoke Darren's nickname obscene in every way imaginable to him.
Sancia was lost to Darren in front of this specter until she caught his attention when she began walking casually up to the corpse.
" Sancia.... "
Darren was horrified to find his voice not much different to the one that had been used to greet him, panic turning his vocals to sandpaper. Sancia paused to give him her big smile. Darren wanted to shake her, make her realise this was not a game.
" Dar.... Don't you remember me? Where were you? Why did you not help me? Dar......? "
Kathy whined out the last and Darren clamped his hands to his ears in denial, not wanting to hear, not wanting to believe.
Kathy swung harder now on her pendulous rope. Her arms reaching from her sides to grab the rope that held her all the while the smile never leaving her face.
Suddenly, one flailing hand whipped from behind her, if you could call it a hand. Darren recognised it. On each appendage was a sharp razor of some kind attached to a gloved hand . Freddie's hand. Darren knew there and then that this was Freddy in all his evil glory. He had to warn Sancia not to approach any farther but his throat had clammed up, refusing to cooperate.
Kathy/Freddy dropped to the floor as the rope was severed, crumpling haphazardly. Sancia did not take another step to Darren's brief relief. Instead she stood head cocked to one side watching patiently as the body righted itself.
The image of Kathy was gone, it was now all Krueger.
" GET AWAY! "
Darren cried when he saw Freddy turn his attention to his new friend, terrified for her. Sancia merely humphed but did not move from her position. Oh God what was Darren supposed to do? All he could do was stand by and watch the slaughter, his fear rooting him to the spot.
Sancia straightened herself and held out her arms, positioning them in an unusual way while Freddy scraped along the wall with his right hand, gorging scratches that bled with bloody ooze.
Darren blinked.
From Sancia a light filled the empty space between her arms, a white light. Her face hiding any emotion except a calm certainty.
It was beautiful!
Darren was in awe, he felt something pleasant wash over him. From the light an object was forming. Then as suddenly, the light was gone, in it's place a silver long bow. Sancia stretched the wire where a silver arrow nestled. Freddie's constant grin faded but only just, his confidence still in evidence.
" Ah a little toy. Care to play? We can have oh so much fun. "
Krueger laughed harshly, his tongue sliding out like a snake, slathering across his chin in gross provocativeness. Sancia smiled in return but without the innuendo. Then she let rip the arrow making a speeding path towards Freddy, cutting the dark. The nightmare man's tongue lashed out to catch the projectile.
His tongue only just tipped the arrow and his face changed instantly. The arrow's target was put out, just. Instead of the hitting place of his heart ,it pierced Krueger's shoulder instead, the incredibel amount of force sending him flying back. A look of surprised pain marred his features before he was carried a distance down the corridor, an impossibly long distance despite the size and specific item of the projectile.
" HA! "
Sancia's voice boomed down after Krueger. Then she let go a huge cheerful laugh, kicking back her head, the big smile she had, growing beyond all proportion, the smile and laughter of someone who has discovered the most hilarious thing ever. The bow meanwhile fading into nothing.
The corridors shadow's swallowed up Krueger completely as he was led by the momentum while Sancia began to curb her joyful outburst. Darren merely stood stunned, wondering at the surprise on Freddie's face, at the fact that Krueger did not see it coming in quite the way he expected, at the possibilities.
" Don't just stand there Darren, come on. You must never leave a wounded animal, they only become more fierce and wary and this one was far too dangerous to begin with. The hunt is still on. "
Sancia spoke cheerily, her eyes bright at the prospect, her smile still firmly fixed. She grabbed his shoulder once more and began to drag him forward. Pulled along again? Darren thought but this time he was a little more hopeful then before, Sancia had hurt him, had hurt Krueger and now they were going to finish him.
Darren began thinking as he was pulled along. How had she been able to make the bow and arrow? What was that light? And a final saddening thought, was Kathy at peace?
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We have now met Freddy Krueger, it has been a while since I watched any of the films so he may not react as expected, sorry about that, I really need to research the films more.