DreamWeaver
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A/N: Almost complete. I'm halfway through the last chapter so expect this story to be finished within a week.
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Part Four.
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Darren was feeling more nervous then ever. Krueger was on the loose and probably smarting at the unexpected advantage Sancia had got. Sancia too was a great concern, an almost maniacal grin had gradually spread across her face while they searched, her eyes bright and eagerly darting around. Darren shuddered, he was stuck in a dream with a monstrous man and an increasingly insane looking companion. He dreaded to think what was going to happen next.
Sancia walked at a greater pace then before, adrenalin rushing through her system from the earlier altercation. However she was not quite as high on that moment then what Darren thought. Her brain worked furiously to keep her enthusiasm in check yet at the same time she was trying to keep her wits about her. Trying to find a reasonable balance of both.
A titter of insanity passed her lips and Darren felt his fear deepen. Sancia could feel the presence of the being known as Krueger and it lit within her a burning energy that could only be placated by the decimation of her foe. Darren only had seen glimmers of this persona before now, even the grin, disturbing by itself did not reveal the burgeoning obsession to its fullest. However as each step took them further into the dreamworld Sancia grew to the point of bursting through her tenuous control.
Sancia halted with no warning and Darren found himself once more halting unexpectedly, bustling into the taut and tensed back of his guide. Lacking any forward momentum Darren could now feel a shifting of carpet beneath him, curving its back like a serpent tensing to strike. Darren though, refused to look down on what he now stood on, his still unsteady stomach could not take another potentially nauseating sight. The carpet felt suspiciously, damp.
Darren's guide turned to face him, her features softening from her crazy grin even as she leaned back, so as to protect Darren's mind from any unnecessary extra worry.
"Feel that? The twitching of your heart, the vibration in your soul? That dark fellow is close by. His scent is in the air. You cannot mistake the smell of evil. It's kind of tangy."
"I guess now is as good a time as any to remind you of that saying, 'Once bitten twice shy'. He's out there and he's not going to be a very reasonable gentlemen. He is a rabid dog with a penchant for human flesh and misery. So stay close to me and be careful."
Darren nodded his head in all the right places but within he was a belly full of nerves. Sancia gathered he had only heard half of what she said by the slightly glazed look but as long as he remembered to stay close he should be fine. She shrugged her shoulders and turned back, only to be confronted by the source of their conversation.
Darren's face dropped in shock and fear at the evil personification looming over his guardian. One moment the hallway was clear and Sancia's voice dripping over his hearing and the next his nightmare man come realised stood between himself and his only hope of surviving this horror of horrors.
Sancia however was not even allowed a brief moment to recognize what stood before her. Sancia could only look on in stunted shock as the dream man's hand came tumbling into her gut. Blood sprayed in copious amounts drenching the walls and the entirety of Darren's front. Krueger grinned with his scarred face as Sancia finally reacted to his presence.
At first her face betrayed nothing before gradually fading into shocked surprise. She raised one hand to clutch her chest, blood oozing through her digits as she pressed down on the mortal wound. The bright cheer of joy that had spread on her face faded to ashy white. The very colour draining away to a basic paste. The now tainted hand raised beyond her previous ache and splayed out in front of her eyes. The glistening life that had been exuberant piqued and then bulged in recognition of her final life being split across the floor.
Darren from behind, gasped in frantic realization too, watching his new friend fail to uphold her vow to keep him safe. The once happy almost fearless woman was falling into death's embrace before his very eyes. Krueger who stood benignly did not even warrant a thought as Darren saw his protector crumble to the ground, hers eyeballs rolling upside her head.
As her body slumped upon the blood drenched ground, reality came crashing back to Darren. His own mortality brought to full mind.
Krueger's grinning sharks face loomed into Darren periphery and he gasped out loud.
"Little children come out to play. Freddy's here and deaths my way."
His voice crackled with menace and dark delight so much more seductively evil then Sancia's own lighter babble. Darren still in the throws of shock tripped back on his feet almost falling hard on his backside. Terror so subtly gnawing at his control before now suddenly leapt out in a mighty roar. Overcome by adrenalin and all out fear Darren turned tail and fled from the sight of the scarred demon. Sancia's cooling corpse far from his concern as he ran for his life.
Krueger sat back and watched with renewed vigour, the incident with the dangerous and unknown woman now no more then a glitch. A mistake he had rectified with unforgiving revenge. The chase was his once more and he watched in delight as his prey ran to wards a pointless escape. It was his realm the young man was in and in this Freddy reigned supreme.
Darren's journey ran by him as a blur, his legs tiring but with still enough energy to throttle him on wards and away from his unwanted fate. Only when the terror faded slightly did he realise tears were falling from his eyes. Wet marks trailed down his cheeks in rivulets, a slowly ebbing river. With one hand he tried to wipe them away only succeeding in his haste to spread his cheeks more thoroughly with wetness. Mixing his misery with blood that still clung like limpets to his face and body. Sancia's blood.
He only knew the woman briefly and she was nothing but an enigma, a, hesitantly on his part, friend. He knew next to nothing about her but he grieved her death anyway. A sadness beneath his heated fear. Darren silently prayed for her soul in the afterlife as he ran to wards his goal.
A song rose up from the ticking walls and Darren slowed but did not stop whilst Krueger still walked the dream world. Children's voices arose in song, their singing at first indistinct, nothing more then a murmur. Slowly the words took form and Darren's already chilled and wallowing heart froze solid as their content struck deep into his mind.
"One, Two Freddy's coming for you................."
The name of the dream man made him shudder
"Three, Four better lock your door................."
Darren's thoughts drifted to wards Sancia. How he wished he never took her advice, never ventured into his own Hades.
"Five, Six grab a crucifix......................"
Subconsiouly Darren grasped the neck of his T-Shirt and was some what surprised to discover an object around his neck. He was certain he had only worn the clothes on his back.
"Seven, Eight never stay up late..............
Nine, Ten. Never sleep..........."
"NO!"
Darren knew within his heart what was to be the final part of the song. He desperately did not want to hear it. For he dreaded its utterance would lead to his fate. Eternal wakefulness was beyond a humans capability. It was death in all but name.
Darren crashed down onto the floor, the sudden change of perspective and impact causing him to cry out. The fall jarring his legs hard. Rubbing his sore knees he looked behind to see what had caused him to fall, dreading if it was Krueger. Instead he saw a lone tricycle lying on its side, the wheel turning from his collision with it, a single spoke on its own revolution. A giggling arose from all around him, from the sound childish, like the voices that had been singing, finding humour in his abrupt and unexpected fall. Darren cringed in fear, goosebumps more prominent then ever.
As he stood up he was once again aware of the item encircling his neck. A heavy weight from which he had no recall of placing there. His hand still shaky from his plummet to the ground, shook from pulsating energy as he reached into his T-shirt to grab the offending item.
Darren darted his head momentarily about keeping his thoughts in the direction that danger was coming. 'Please let me live. Sancia I'm sorry, please let me live', he thought in desperation squeezing harder the object he pulled from his neck line. The mantra did nothing for him though, nothing at all. But what was now in the palm of his hand put the fear full back in its place. Glistening despite the dreary barely present light was the one thing he would never have guessed, the Ankh which had previously been around Sancia's own throat. The symbol of Daeg staring back in an unblinking eye to wards Darren.
The world spun and Darren almost fell once more. An ache in his head began to pound and tears run anew. He wished desperately to awake from this nightmare, he wished for an end to his terror. Daeg watched in its unliving form at the man who had lost his friends and who was now losing his hope. Watched as Darren's last bit of bravery leaked from his soul. Watching.
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A/N: Almost complete. I'm halfway through the last chapter so expect this story to be finished within a week.
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Part Four.
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Darren was feeling more nervous then ever. Krueger was on the loose and probably smarting at the unexpected advantage Sancia had got. Sancia too was a great concern, an almost maniacal grin had gradually spread across her face while they searched, her eyes bright and eagerly darting around. Darren shuddered, he was stuck in a dream with a monstrous man and an increasingly insane looking companion. He dreaded to think what was going to happen next.
Sancia walked at a greater pace then before, adrenalin rushing through her system from the earlier altercation. However she was not quite as high on that moment then what Darren thought. Her brain worked furiously to keep her enthusiasm in check yet at the same time she was trying to keep her wits about her. Trying to find a reasonable balance of both.
A titter of insanity passed her lips and Darren felt his fear deepen. Sancia could feel the presence of the being known as Krueger and it lit within her a burning energy that could only be placated by the decimation of her foe. Darren only had seen glimmers of this persona before now, even the grin, disturbing by itself did not reveal the burgeoning obsession to its fullest. However as each step took them further into the dreamworld Sancia grew to the point of bursting through her tenuous control.
Sancia halted with no warning and Darren found himself once more halting unexpectedly, bustling into the taut and tensed back of his guide. Lacking any forward momentum Darren could now feel a shifting of carpet beneath him, curving its back like a serpent tensing to strike. Darren though, refused to look down on what he now stood on, his still unsteady stomach could not take another potentially nauseating sight. The carpet felt suspiciously, damp.
Darren's guide turned to face him, her features softening from her crazy grin even as she leaned back, so as to protect Darren's mind from any unnecessary extra worry.
"Feel that? The twitching of your heart, the vibration in your soul? That dark fellow is close by. His scent is in the air. You cannot mistake the smell of evil. It's kind of tangy."
"I guess now is as good a time as any to remind you of that saying, 'Once bitten twice shy'. He's out there and he's not going to be a very reasonable gentlemen. He is a rabid dog with a penchant for human flesh and misery. So stay close to me and be careful."
Darren nodded his head in all the right places but within he was a belly full of nerves. Sancia gathered he had only heard half of what she said by the slightly glazed look but as long as he remembered to stay close he should be fine. She shrugged her shoulders and turned back, only to be confronted by the source of their conversation.
Darren's face dropped in shock and fear at the evil personification looming over his guardian. One moment the hallway was clear and Sancia's voice dripping over his hearing and the next his nightmare man come realised stood between himself and his only hope of surviving this horror of horrors.
Sancia however was not even allowed a brief moment to recognize what stood before her. Sancia could only look on in stunted shock as the dream man's hand came tumbling into her gut. Blood sprayed in copious amounts drenching the walls and the entirety of Darren's front. Krueger grinned with his scarred face as Sancia finally reacted to his presence.
At first her face betrayed nothing before gradually fading into shocked surprise. She raised one hand to clutch her chest, blood oozing through her digits as she pressed down on the mortal wound. The bright cheer of joy that had spread on her face faded to ashy white. The very colour draining away to a basic paste. The now tainted hand raised beyond her previous ache and splayed out in front of her eyes. The glistening life that had been exuberant piqued and then bulged in recognition of her final life being split across the floor.
Darren from behind, gasped in frantic realization too, watching his new friend fail to uphold her vow to keep him safe. The once happy almost fearless woman was falling into death's embrace before his very eyes. Krueger who stood benignly did not even warrant a thought as Darren saw his protector crumble to the ground, hers eyeballs rolling upside her head.
As her body slumped upon the blood drenched ground, reality came crashing back to Darren. His own mortality brought to full mind.
Krueger's grinning sharks face loomed into Darren periphery and he gasped out loud.
"Little children come out to play. Freddy's here and deaths my way."
His voice crackled with menace and dark delight so much more seductively evil then Sancia's own lighter babble. Darren still in the throws of shock tripped back on his feet almost falling hard on his backside. Terror so subtly gnawing at his control before now suddenly leapt out in a mighty roar. Overcome by adrenalin and all out fear Darren turned tail and fled from the sight of the scarred demon. Sancia's cooling corpse far from his concern as he ran for his life.
Krueger sat back and watched with renewed vigour, the incident with the dangerous and unknown woman now no more then a glitch. A mistake he had rectified with unforgiving revenge. The chase was his once more and he watched in delight as his prey ran to wards a pointless escape. It was his realm the young man was in and in this Freddy reigned supreme.
Darren's journey ran by him as a blur, his legs tiring but with still enough energy to throttle him on wards and away from his unwanted fate. Only when the terror faded slightly did he realise tears were falling from his eyes. Wet marks trailed down his cheeks in rivulets, a slowly ebbing river. With one hand he tried to wipe them away only succeeding in his haste to spread his cheeks more thoroughly with wetness. Mixing his misery with blood that still clung like limpets to his face and body. Sancia's blood.
He only knew the woman briefly and she was nothing but an enigma, a, hesitantly on his part, friend. He knew next to nothing about her but he grieved her death anyway. A sadness beneath his heated fear. Darren silently prayed for her soul in the afterlife as he ran to wards his goal.
A song rose up from the ticking walls and Darren slowed but did not stop whilst Krueger still walked the dream world. Children's voices arose in song, their singing at first indistinct, nothing more then a murmur. Slowly the words took form and Darren's already chilled and wallowing heart froze solid as their content struck deep into his mind.
"One, Two Freddy's coming for you................."
The name of the dream man made him shudder
"Three, Four better lock your door................."
Darren's thoughts drifted to wards Sancia. How he wished he never took her advice, never ventured into his own Hades.
"Five, Six grab a crucifix......................"
Subconsiouly Darren grasped the neck of his T-Shirt and was some what surprised to discover an object around his neck. He was certain he had only worn the clothes on his back.
"Seven, Eight never stay up late..............
Nine, Ten. Never sleep..........."
"NO!"
Darren knew within his heart what was to be the final part of the song. He desperately did not want to hear it. For he dreaded its utterance would lead to his fate. Eternal wakefulness was beyond a humans capability. It was death in all but name.
Darren crashed down onto the floor, the sudden change of perspective and impact causing him to cry out. The fall jarring his legs hard. Rubbing his sore knees he looked behind to see what had caused him to fall, dreading if it was Krueger. Instead he saw a lone tricycle lying on its side, the wheel turning from his collision with it, a single spoke on its own revolution. A giggling arose from all around him, from the sound childish, like the voices that had been singing, finding humour in his abrupt and unexpected fall. Darren cringed in fear, goosebumps more prominent then ever.
As he stood up he was once again aware of the item encircling his neck. A heavy weight from which he had no recall of placing there. His hand still shaky from his plummet to the ground, shook from pulsating energy as he reached into his T-shirt to grab the offending item.
Darren darted his head momentarily about keeping his thoughts in the direction that danger was coming. 'Please let me live. Sancia I'm sorry, please let me live', he thought in desperation squeezing harder the object he pulled from his neck line. The mantra did nothing for him though, nothing at all. But what was now in the palm of his hand put the fear full back in its place. Glistening despite the dreary barely present light was the one thing he would never have guessed, the Ankh which had previously been around Sancia's own throat. The symbol of Daeg staring back in an unblinking eye to wards Darren.
The world spun and Darren almost fell once more. An ache in his head began to pound and tears run anew. He wished desperately to awake from this nightmare, he wished for an end to his terror. Daeg watched in its unliving form at the man who had lost his friends and who was now losing his hope. Watched as Darren's last bit of bravery leaked from his soul. Watching.