Disclaimer:
I don't own Newsies. Or House of Wax. Everyone thinks this is like House of Wax, but it is not. If it kinda sounds like it, sorry. I'm adding that into the disclaimer just to be safe. This is all based off this dream I had the other day. More chapters ensue of course.
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Since Lady of Tir Na Nog might or thinks someone might report the story for some reason, it has a good chance of coming down. I took out the part where Phoenix takes Tylenol for her headache, even though it makes perfect sense that she does. Just because people might spazz over that. So, if anyone thinks this is all about drugs, you're wrong. There is no drugs involved in this story. So, yes.
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"Spot..." a soft voice called from the door. Spot Conlon rolled over onto his side and stared at the closed door. He could hardly make out anything because the room was still pitch black. "Yes?" he asked.
"I had a nightmare," the voice whispered.
"C'mon in, Phoenix," Spot sighed. Phoenix entered, a pale white blanket wrapped around her. She layed down on a bed opposite his and rested her head on the pillow.
"What was it about?" Spot asked, turning to face her.
"I can't explain... I only remeber a car ride. Then... a small town..." Phoenix began, tears forming in her eyes. "By fire, rain, torture, and one more. By darkness and things unseen."
Spot sat in silence for a moment, watching the shadows dance on the walls. "We're all okay, so it was just a bad dream. Try going back to sleep."
He heard Phoenix sigh. "Spot, I can't sleep. This nightmare was unlike all of the others. It was so real. Like a vision. I felt the pain. I lived the horrors. The darkness could touch. Breathe. Kill."
"It's not real. Go to sleep."
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Phoenix woke up again in a cold sweat.
The vision had returned. It was more complex and detailed this time. She tried to remember exactly what had happened...
A carride...no,a road trip. To visit Jack down in Santa Fe. They were driving through a small town, and found a museum. A huge museum. It was the only thing in the town really, aside from a few houses and things.
They went inside. And everything went horribly wrong. It was like a House of Horrors. Everyone got seperated...
And...
She couldn't remember anymore. She felt a headache coming on.
She stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom, looking into the mirror. Her fiery red hair was back in a messy braid, her green eyes sharp and alert, even though the rest of her was tired, afraid, and in pain. Her black As I Lay Dying pants were wrinkled and her green and black Mettallica shirt was backwards. She sighed. She didn't look pretty at night. Contrary to anything Mush ever said. Sighing, she gulped down a glass of water, hoping that there wouldn't be a headache.
She fought the urge to lay down and submit to the dreams. She refused to go back to sleep. She sat on the bed, waiting for the sun to rise, to wash away the shadows and horrors of the night.
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Really short chappy. Like, wicked short. Sorry.
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