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I've Never Heard Of You...
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,124
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Friday the 13th or A Nightmare On Elm Street. Heaven knows I wish I did though. I only own my nameless OC. I'm still broke, so no profit is made from this fic.
I've Never Heard Of You...
A/N: Firstly, This is a Freddy and Jason story. Unfortunately, I think Freddy will be the more prominent one for the longest time, so that's why I'm sitting it with the NOES category. It's a continuation of my 'I've Heard Stories About You...' F13 fic. If you haven't read it, I'd recommend reading that one first, just click on my profile to get to it. It's set 20-something years later, after the end of IHSAY. Set AFTER the events in 'Freddy Vs. Jason.' Italics indicate dreams. Read on, reader! LOL
21 years later...
The ceiling was the same as it was everyday. A cold, sterilized white with the single fluorescent light running the length of it, end to end. At the moment, it was off. It had been off for hours, since the last nurse had left after giving the girl her morning doses. There were voices, now. The deep tones of two men just outside of her bolted door. She didn't bother to lift her head and see who they belonged to. She'd given up hope long ago. And, with that, she'd given up any sense of caring what happened to her in this place. She'd been constantly shackled to every bed, chair and railing she'd been left near. Ever since she'd stabbed that annoying roommate with her scissors. Since that day, they'd considered her a danger to the other residents as well as herself.
After a few more mumbles, the door's metal hinges squealed under the stress of being opened.
'And, where did you say this Westin Hills place was?' One of the men asked.
'In Ohio. They've created a special ward for the more dangerous patients. New treatments, new equipment. Most of it experimental. But, they're requesting that any unwanted permanent residents that match their descriptions, be transferred to further their testing. In a way, it'll be for a good cause, Doctor.'
'It just seems a bit far to transfer someone considered as dangerous as she is, if you know what I mean? What if something tragic were to happen and she found herself out in the world, again?'
'I don't believe we'll have to worry about that. She and the two others being transferred will be transported in highly secured vehicles. They'll, also, be sedated the entire way. When they reach Westin Hills, they'll be their problem,' the man says, reassuringly. A moment of silence follows before the light above her is turned on. A flurry of footsteps enters the room and she closes her eyes. There's a rough tug on the gurney and she's wheeled out into the expanse of hallways.
In another room, she sighs as an I.V. is put into the top of her hand. It's mere minutes before she loses consciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She loved this place. The smell of the lake and the woods. The wet dirt. The smell of the night and the sound of metal being ground against a whetstone wheel underground. This was the only place she'd ever felt was 'home.' The smells and sounds of this place made her feel like she was never alone. In this place she -was- never alone. He didn't let her wander off without his watchful eye upon her. But, she wouldn't have it any other way. She felt safe, protected. Home.
She took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air and exhaled loudly.
At the sound of footsteps, she smiles to herself. 'Jason,' she says in a hoarse, unused voice.
He never once spoke to her, but she could hear him through his body language. He was satisfied now. About what, she didn't care. It was calming. So calming here. He stood next to her in his silence. She looked into his face...his uncovered face that she'd only seen when they'd had sex nearly every night that she'd stayed with him. He looked toward the lake, in a question. A question the she didn't understand, now. She wasn't sure she'd ever understood the question, anymore. He looked back at her expectantly.
She looked back to the lake. Suddenly, she felt helpless. 'I don't know what you want, anymore.' The sentence felt like it cut her, physically, as she said it. The pain seemed to shoot from her heart to the tips of her toes and back up. Pain enough to cause her to gasp and fall to her knees on the wet ground. He simply stood, with that same expectant look on his deformed face. 'Please, I need you to tell me, now-' she said, gasping in pain and squeezing her eyes shut.
'He can't!' It was a harsh whisper in her ear. She could feel the breath tickling the very shell of her ear as it was spoken.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her eyes and was surrounded by darkness. She blinked a few times, believing that maybe she really -hadn't- opened her eyes just yet. Her eyes felt sticky...or heavy, she couldn't decide which. Hard to open and close, of that, she was sure. Her arm felt like it was being weighed down, but there were no cold metal restraints around her wrists. With a great effort, she lifted one hand to touch her eyes, feeling the hard plastic of tape over them. Someone had taped over her eyes? She worked her fingers to scratch the tape from them and blinked her eyes open once again.
The room was small, but flooded with light. Natural light. Sunlight. It was something she hadn't seen in years and it felt as if it were burning her very retinas with it's brightness. She, quickly, covered her eyes with her unrestrained hands and sat up. Cautiously, she peeked out, between two fingers, slowly letting the light in. It was a typical cell room. Sterilizing white, bare aside from a stainless steel sink, toilet and the stainless steel-framed bed she was currently on. The only other piece of furniture was a stainless steel, empty book case. There was a large floor to ceiling window of what could be assumed as bulletproof glass with the shatter-proofing fence through the middle of it.
She stared, again, at the bookcase in wonder. What was the sense in having it if there were no books here?
She slowly worked her fingers open, til she could look at the room without the protection of them. Compared to where she'd been for the last 20 or so years, this was heaven. He legs weren't even restrained. And there was no other bed, so no roommates. And, natural sunlight. She didn't have the strength to walk, but she swung her legs over the side of the bed and allowed her toes to touch the ground. It'd been years since she'd felt floor beneath her feet, without the cover of socks and the cold metal reminder of her captivity around her ankles.
Suddenly, her eyes felt heavy again. She laid down on her side, her legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, and fell asleep once again. She hoped that when she woke up, she would still be in this place.
21 years later...
The ceiling was the same as it was everyday. A cold, sterilized white with the single fluorescent light running the length of it, end to end. At the moment, it was off. It had been off for hours, since the last nurse had left after giving the girl her morning doses. There were voices, now. The deep tones of two men just outside of her bolted door. She didn't bother to lift her head and see who they belonged to. She'd given up hope long ago. And, with that, she'd given up any sense of caring what happened to her in this place. She'd been constantly shackled to every bed, chair and railing she'd been left near. Ever since she'd stabbed that annoying roommate with her scissors. Since that day, they'd considered her a danger to the other residents as well as herself.
After a few more mumbles, the door's metal hinges squealed under the stress of being opened.
'And, where did you say this Westin Hills place was?' One of the men asked.
'In Ohio. They've created a special ward for the more dangerous patients. New treatments, new equipment. Most of it experimental. But, they're requesting that any unwanted permanent residents that match their descriptions, be transferred to further their testing. In a way, it'll be for a good cause, Doctor.'
'It just seems a bit far to transfer someone considered as dangerous as she is, if you know what I mean? What if something tragic were to happen and she found herself out in the world, again?'
'I don't believe we'll have to worry about that. She and the two others being transferred will be transported in highly secured vehicles. They'll, also, be sedated the entire way. When they reach Westin Hills, they'll be their problem,' the man says, reassuringly. A moment of silence follows before the light above her is turned on. A flurry of footsteps enters the room and she closes her eyes. There's a rough tug on the gurney and she's wheeled out into the expanse of hallways.
In another room, she sighs as an I.V. is put into the top of her hand. It's mere minutes before she loses consciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She loved this place. The smell of the lake and the woods. The wet dirt. The smell of the night and the sound of metal being ground against a whetstone wheel underground. This was the only place she'd ever felt was 'home.' The smells and sounds of this place made her feel like she was never alone. In this place she -was- never alone. He didn't let her wander off without his watchful eye upon her. But, she wouldn't have it any other way. She felt safe, protected. Home.
She took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air and exhaled loudly.
At the sound of footsteps, she smiles to herself. 'Jason,' she says in a hoarse, unused voice.
He never once spoke to her, but she could hear him through his body language. He was satisfied now. About what, she didn't care. It was calming. So calming here. He stood next to her in his silence. She looked into his face...his uncovered face that she'd only seen when they'd had sex nearly every night that she'd stayed with him. He looked toward the lake, in a question. A question the she didn't understand, now. She wasn't sure she'd ever understood the question, anymore. He looked back at her expectantly.
She looked back to the lake. Suddenly, she felt helpless. 'I don't know what you want, anymore.' The sentence felt like it cut her, physically, as she said it. The pain seemed to shoot from her heart to the tips of her toes and back up. Pain enough to cause her to gasp and fall to her knees on the wet ground. He simply stood, with that same expectant look on his deformed face. 'Please, I need you to tell me, now-' she said, gasping in pain and squeezing her eyes shut.
'He can't!' It was a harsh whisper in her ear. She could feel the breath tickling the very shell of her ear as it was spoken.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her eyes and was surrounded by darkness. She blinked a few times, believing that maybe she really -hadn't- opened her eyes just yet. Her eyes felt sticky...or heavy, she couldn't decide which. Hard to open and close, of that, she was sure. Her arm felt like it was being weighed down, but there were no cold metal restraints around her wrists. With a great effort, she lifted one hand to touch her eyes, feeling the hard plastic of tape over them. Someone had taped over her eyes? She worked her fingers to scratch the tape from them and blinked her eyes open once again.
The room was small, but flooded with light. Natural light. Sunlight. It was something she hadn't seen in years and it felt as if it were burning her very retinas with it's brightness. She, quickly, covered her eyes with her unrestrained hands and sat up. Cautiously, she peeked out, between two fingers, slowly letting the light in. It was a typical cell room. Sterilizing white, bare aside from a stainless steel sink, toilet and the stainless steel-framed bed she was currently on. The only other piece of furniture was a stainless steel, empty book case. There was a large floor to ceiling window of what could be assumed as bulletproof glass with the shatter-proofing fence through the middle of it.
She stared, again, at the bookcase in wonder. What was the sense in having it if there were no books here?
She slowly worked her fingers open, til she could look at the room without the protection of them. Compared to where she'd been for the last 20 or so years, this was heaven. He legs weren't even restrained. And there was no other bed, so no roommates. And, natural sunlight. She didn't have the strength to walk, but she swung her legs over the side of the bed and allowed her toes to touch the ground. It'd been years since she'd felt floor beneath her feet, without the cover of socks and the cold metal reminder of her captivity around her ankles.
Suddenly, her eyes felt heavy again. She laid down on her side, her legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, and fell asleep once again. She hoped that when she woke up, she would still be in this place.