A Nightmare Rides My Bus!
By: The Talking Absol
Chapter Four: Back To School
When Walter stepped out into the cool morning air, the last thing he expected was to see Sadaku and her group walking along on the other side of the street. He let out a wild grin, yelled a goodbye to his parents, and ran across to greet them, Missy following eagerly, leaving Rachel in the dust at the doorstep, whence she huffed and walked on towards the bus stop.
"Hey there!" he cried, waving enthusiastically. They paused, and he saw Sadaku quickly comfort a scared little boy, a new addition to their team. Walter saw that he had scared the poor little kid, so he attempted to slow down, putting his heels on the ground and leaning backwards. Unfortunately, gravity was apparently in a rotten mood that day because he slipped backwards and fell onto his butt.
Moaning from the pain, he rubbed his backside while Natalie began to laugh like a lunatic. He attempted a smile, but winced as he got back up onto his feet.
"I'm sorry! Did I scare…uh…just who is this little guy anyway?" he asked, trying to take a peek through the girls to see the boy. The boy shyly poked his head out from behind Yuki's legs, and a concerned and warning glare overtook his eyes. But seconds later, the boy was out from his hiding place, looking up at Walter with a curious look on his face. Walter blinked harshly. He could have sworn it seemed like time had stopped in those few seconds…
"This is Tim, my little brother. He was, uh, sick yesterday and couldn't come. But here he is now!" Natalie said with a nervous grin.
"Nice to meet you, Tim!" Missy said eagerly, and shook his hand right as they reached their bus stop, "Is he gunna be in our class?"
"Nah, he's in Kindergarten." Natalie ruffled his hair affectionately, grinning in a forceful way, but Tim backed up and gave her a glare that would have killed her on the spot had she seen it.
It was evident that the bus wouldn't be arriving for another couple of minutes, so the group waited somewhat impatiently with the other kids at their stop. Walter was having a moral battle about whether or not to tell the girls about what he had seen at their house, fidgeting and mumbling under his breath. The girls ignored him.
"The bus is late…Typicial…" Sadaku mumbled, almost gloomily.
"Hey, girls, about your house-" he finally started, but the bus chugged up to the stop from around the corner, stopping his conversation.
Sadaku held back from getting on until Walter was, as usual, the last to board, but just before his foot hit the first step, her hand shot out, fast as a bullet, and grabbed his shirt, jerking him back and to the side of the bus.
"Look, Walter," she spat, in a voice that sounded like wind going through a cemetery, "Stay out of our personal lives. For school, the charade can stay up. You might live a little longer that way." With that said, she shoved him away and climbed onto the bus.
…::Lunch::…
Walter sighed and stared at the three rocks in his way. They were more like boulders, honestly, judging to their size and intelligence similarity.
David growled, "Yesterday I kept coughing up hairballs like a cat because of your stupid foreign friend. I was called a cat, like I was licking myself or something. I don't lick myself!"
Kevin nodded, and cracked his knuckles. "Yeah, last week you…wait, was it yesterday or last week, David?" he asked, turning a thoughtful look to his leader.
David snapped, "It doesn't matter! Let's pummel him!"
With that, they lunged for Walter's throat. Walter screeched and bolted in the opposite direction. Most of the kids either moved out of the way or tried to trip Walter, in their own way of lusting for blood. Walter had learned to ignore and leap over these obstacles years ago.
He rounded a corner, skidding on the wet floor, and did a complete u-turn back towards the lunch room. The boys followed, also slipping on the wet floor. Walter put on his last burst of speed, and ran like the prey he was back through the doors just as lunch was about to be called to an end. The boys followed without hesitation, and Billy finally pulled a professional football move and tackled Walter to the ground.
Walter kicked and tried to lift himself off the ground, but he was no match for the easily 160-pound frontliner. He finally curled his hand into a fist and waited.
It never came. Instead, he heard voices.
"Just what do you think you're doing, you scum?" A girl, probably not older than him.
"We're doin' our job to keep the school in line, that's what!"
Billy lifted himself up, and Walter heard the familiar crack of knuckles.
"D-don't worry!" Walter said, still covering his face. "I'm n-n-not worth helping…"
"Everyone is worth helping. That's the point of…JUSTICE!"
She screeched a wild, barbaric warcry, startling them, causing Walter to finally look up and see what was going on. She jumped up, latching onto David and biting down on his ear. There was a satisfying crunch of cartilage and she suddenly let go and jumped back. David attempted to reach over and grab her, but she grabbed his flailing hands and brought him forward and forced his abdomen onto her knee. She dropped him like a hot potato and moved on.
The next one, Alan, tried to come at her, bringing his fist up and trying to bring it down on her head. She ducked slightly and moved forward, and was able to slam a fist into his gut right below his badly-aimed punch. She heard him go "uff" and then brought her fist up to meet his chin, sending him flying backwards with her expertise uppercut.
Billy appeared hesitant to come at her. When she turned to glare at him, he mumbled something about "Mommy told me not to hit girls…" and scuttled off.
She blew a strand of hair out of her face and smiled at the crowd stared in awe at her ability. She then turned on her heel, and her face turned into a frown upon seeing Walter still gawking at her from the floor.
"F-Freak! What the hell?" David cried, picking himself up only to turn and run to the nurses office, Alan quickly following.
"Are you completely useless?" She asked casually.
He got back up while trying to fix his glasses on his nose.
"…Yeah. Kinda." Walter admitted snappily, feeling anger arise. "Thanks, I guess, I mean, yeah, thanks. Um…who are you?" he asked.
"Rose. Rose Connelly-Salazar."
Oh. Now Walter remembered- the girl with the detective father. Hispanic, but that was all that he knew about her. She kept to herself a lot, and when she was social she only hung out with other cops' kids.
She suddenly reached up and grabbed him, pulling him along towards the large group of kids coming out of the lunchroom, shoving her way through the crowd.
"Now, tell me where your new friends are." She demanded, not looking at him.
"Uh, why?" he asked, arcing an eyebrow.
"Because I need to talk to them!" She turned to glare at him, but when she turned back, they both spotted the group at the back, waiting for the crowd to thin a little to leave.
The entire group tensed upon seeing Rose, who let go of Walter when she got close.
She shoved him back, eyes never leaving the group, "Go. Leave."
Walter sensed danger, which his senses were acute to. "Why? Maybe I need to-"
"Walter, just go." Natalie said quietly, looking away.
Walter frowned, feeling disappointment in being left out and apprehension upon what would happen between the girls, seeing as to how Tim wasn't there. But, knowing it was probably better to listen to them, he left the lunchroom, stopping only to pick up his backpack.
As he did, however, he overheard a part of their conversation.
"…This couldn't have waited until afterwards, Rose?"
"-emergency. They've taken Englund."
'What?' Walter thought, but shook his head. This was just all confusing.
The rest of the day went smoothly. And when it came time to go home, he even got Tim to smile and laugh a little.
It was…a good day.
…::New Line Cinema Studios, 10:30 PM::…
It wasn't common for Wes Craven to be here anymore. He had his own life now, but he still only really trusted them for his movies.
He wasn't making one now, which is why it was strange for him to be there.
He'd gotten a call.
Someone very important wanted to talk to him about something very important. Freddy had told him the call might come.
He hadn't wanted to get involved in all of this. He hadn't wanted to be a Seer, write down the Nightmare's lives to keep their belief in tact, etc.
He just wanted to retire from all of this. But, once you were in, there wasn't any going out. Not that he was scared, per say…
He gave a nervous chuckle at the thought. Him, the "Master Writer/Director of Fear," afraid of a few crazy people? Okay, well, that was actually rational, considering they had guns and bullets that could kill the unkillable-
He heard a small shuffle in the darkness to his left, and he turned only to come face-to-face with Sean Cunningham.
"Wh-whoa!" Sean cried out, stumbling backwards, "I meant to say hi, but you were-"
"-Lost in thought, yeah." Wes grinned sheepishly, still looking around for the (was it best to call them people?) "people" he was supposed to meet, "You…you got the call too?
"Yeah. Did you hear?"
"Yeah…This is bad."
There was a long silence before a voice in front of both of them spoke.
"So glad you could make it to our lovely gathering." The voice was female, and held the tone of one who hadn't gotten a lot of sleep in the past, oh, twenty years.
Wes and Sean whipped around to face the trio approaching them, but all they could see of them was that two were women (one might have been a guy, judging by the short hair and lean muscles, but the shape was still rather curvy), and one was a much taller man. The woman in the middle spoke again, making it evident she had been the first to speak.
"We require your…assistance."
Wes squinted, and then gasped and stepped back, recognizing her as she came closer towards the light.
"A-absolutely not! How did you know about this-"
"Easy," the man on the left stated, chuckling and crossing his massive arms, "Our leader made the call."
"You mean, FC's-" Sean started.
"No. You forget about the Nightmare's 'special abilities.'" The woman on the right made a sarcastic quotation gesture with her hands.
"So he…Your leader's a Nightmare." Wes observed, choosing his words carefully.
"Yes," the woman in the middle said, sounding impatient, "Now, if you want Mr. Englund back, relatively safe and sound, you'll do us a little favor."
"What kind of favor?"
"Oh, nothing much," she chuckled darkly, "We just need some of your…resources."
End Chapter Four
Finally done! Well, tell me what you think, and if anything needs to be cleared up, just ask or point it out.
I own all the characters except Sadaku, Tim, Natalie, Yuki, Sean S. Cunningham, Wes Craven, or the three figures they talk to. o.O