A Nightmare On Elm Street 9: The Dream Messenger
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,615
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the "A Nightmare on Elm Street" series or any of it's copyrighted productions. I make no money off this work of fiction.
1 First Encounter
“Here I am again…” she thought to herself as she walked slowly down the corridor. Sidestepping to avoid a burst of boiling steam from one of the many pipes running along the wall, she paused for a moment, contemplating which fork to take up ahead. The right passage was wide and illuminated with bright firelight, while the left was pitch black and narrow.
“Why the hell not?” she said aloud to herself, as she started down the dark hallway, “It’s only a dream…”
She ran her hand along the rough, cold wall to guide herself. In the many times she had visited this strange dream world of hers it had become familiar; the old boiler room, the metal catwalk, the sharp screeching noises of some unknown machinery. At first it had frightened her, but as the weeks went on with the same occurrence to look forward to every night, she began to become accustomed to the overbearing heat, the dim red firelight glow, and even the earsplitting screeches.
Still, though, the darkness had always made her fear resurface. Tonight, however, she was feeling unusually brave and adventurous. So, here she was, stumbling in the dark and wishing she’d never come down this way in the first place.
Paranoia was creeping up on her. Even though it was total darkness, she kept looking back over her shoulder. She could hear nothing, but she was positive that she wasn’t alone.
“Relax, Ellie, it’s just a dream. Nothing can hurt you.” she thought rubbing her eyes fitfully.
She breathed deeply and said aloud, “Nothing can hurt me.”
“You’re wrong,” a deep, rasping voice whispered into her ear.
She screamed, pushing at whoever was standing behind her and running full speed down the darkened hallway.
The ownerless voice laughed maniacally, the booming sound echoing in the narrow corridor. She ran as fast as she possibly could, crashing into an unseen door which burst open and sent her sprawling onto the suspended walkway.
She blinked in the light, her eyes having trouble adjusting to the instant switch of brightness. She rubbed her eyes once more, glancing around frantically to see where the mysterious tormentor was. She was panting heavily and swallowed hard, her throat being dry and sore after her sudden sprint of terror.
She slowly got to her feet and stared through the door and into the black hallway for a few moments, before turning and cautiously starting down the walkway. She had only ever seen it from the room below. Her bare feet stung on the hot metal, and her nightshirt was soaked in sweat and clung to her body uncomfortably.
She jumped as the metallic screaming noise cut through the silence. Up ahead at a sharp corner, a shadow grew ominously larger. She stood frozen from fear, watching the shadowed figure raise it’s right hand. Four lethal looking knifes appeared to jut out from the it’s fingertips. Laughter rang through the large room, making her skin crawl.
As though a spring had snapped somewhere in her terrified mind, she turned to bolt in the other direction, but instead hit flush with a person. She tried to shove herself away, but a hand roughly caught her hair and nearly lifted her off her feet.
She stared into the eyes of a monster. The man’s skin looked as though it was melted and his piercing eyes shone murder and madness back into her own terror filled ones.
His free hand flicked out from his side, the bladed glove gleaming as he ran them across the handrail. The sound caused the young girl to panic, thrashing against him and clawing at his torn and ash stained sweater. He sneered and brought his gloved hand up to her face, slowly dragging the blades across her cheek. She whimpered as her salty tears stung in the cuts they left behind, the blood slowly pooling and dripping over her jaw.
She yelped as she was suddenly thrown to the floor. The man knelt beside her and grinned insanely.
“Die, bitch.” he snarled as he swung the blades downward, aiming to stab her abdomen. She silently screamed and twisted her body sideways, the blades slicing deep gashes into her hip.
He scowled and grabbed her roughly by the throat, pinning her with inhuman strength. Her eyes widened as he brought his arm back for another stab. Suddenly, he paused, blades frozen in the air. He looked confused for a moment before cussing loudly. She screamed.
The next think she knew she was sitting upright in her bed, sweat dripping down her face. She breathed heavily and brought her had up to wipe it away.
“What a horrible nightmare…” she thought to herself, switching on her desk lamp. She looked down at her hand and whimpered at the violent red staining her palm.
She threw off her covers and headed to the bathroom to treat her cuts. She knew one thing for sure; she wouldn’t be sleeping again for a long time.
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Well, here it is. I really really need criticism on this. It's the first thing I've ever written seriously. >.< Anything you can give would be super helpful. I do have an idea of where it's going and it will be very long but I need to know how to better portray Freddy's personality. The guy's all body language so I'm dying trying to write it. I'll shut up now, but please please review. T-T
“Why the hell not?” she said aloud to herself, as she started down the dark hallway, “It’s only a dream…”
She ran her hand along the rough, cold wall to guide herself. In the many times she had visited this strange dream world of hers it had become familiar; the old boiler room, the metal catwalk, the sharp screeching noises of some unknown machinery. At first it had frightened her, but as the weeks went on with the same occurrence to look forward to every night, she began to become accustomed to the overbearing heat, the dim red firelight glow, and even the earsplitting screeches.
Still, though, the darkness had always made her fear resurface. Tonight, however, she was feeling unusually brave and adventurous. So, here she was, stumbling in the dark and wishing she’d never come down this way in the first place.
Paranoia was creeping up on her. Even though it was total darkness, she kept looking back over her shoulder. She could hear nothing, but she was positive that she wasn’t alone.
“Relax, Ellie, it’s just a dream. Nothing can hurt you.” she thought rubbing her eyes fitfully.
She breathed deeply and said aloud, “Nothing can hurt me.”
“You’re wrong,” a deep, rasping voice whispered into her ear.
She screamed, pushing at whoever was standing behind her and running full speed down the darkened hallway.
The ownerless voice laughed maniacally, the booming sound echoing in the narrow corridor. She ran as fast as she possibly could, crashing into an unseen door which burst open and sent her sprawling onto the suspended walkway.
She blinked in the light, her eyes having trouble adjusting to the instant switch of brightness. She rubbed her eyes once more, glancing around frantically to see where the mysterious tormentor was. She was panting heavily and swallowed hard, her throat being dry and sore after her sudden sprint of terror.
She slowly got to her feet and stared through the door and into the black hallway for a few moments, before turning and cautiously starting down the walkway. She had only ever seen it from the room below. Her bare feet stung on the hot metal, and her nightshirt was soaked in sweat and clung to her body uncomfortably.
She jumped as the metallic screaming noise cut through the silence. Up ahead at a sharp corner, a shadow grew ominously larger. She stood frozen from fear, watching the shadowed figure raise it’s right hand. Four lethal looking knifes appeared to jut out from the it’s fingertips. Laughter rang through the large room, making her skin crawl.
As though a spring had snapped somewhere in her terrified mind, she turned to bolt in the other direction, but instead hit flush with a person. She tried to shove herself away, but a hand roughly caught her hair and nearly lifted her off her feet.
She stared into the eyes of a monster. The man’s skin looked as though it was melted and his piercing eyes shone murder and madness back into her own terror filled ones.
His free hand flicked out from his side, the bladed glove gleaming as he ran them across the handrail. The sound caused the young girl to panic, thrashing against him and clawing at his torn and ash stained sweater. He sneered and brought his gloved hand up to her face, slowly dragging the blades across her cheek. She whimpered as her salty tears stung in the cuts they left behind, the blood slowly pooling and dripping over her jaw.
She yelped as she was suddenly thrown to the floor. The man knelt beside her and grinned insanely.
“Die, bitch.” he snarled as he swung the blades downward, aiming to stab her abdomen. She silently screamed and twisted her body sideways, the blades slicing deep gashes into her hip.
He scowled and grabbed her roughly by the throat, pinning her with inhuman strength. Her eyes widened as he brought his arm back for another stab. Suddenly, he paused, blades frozen in the air. He looked confused for a moment before cussing loudly. She screamed.
The next think she knew she was sitting upright in her bed, sweat dripping down her face. She breathed heavily and brought her had up to wipe it away.
“What a horrible nightmare…” she thought to herself, switching on her desk lamp. She looked down at her hand and whimpered at the violent red staining her palm.
She threw off her covers and headed to the bathroom to treat her cuts. She knew one thing for sure; she wouldn’t be sleeping again for a long time.
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Well, here it is. I really really need criticism on this. It's the first thing I've ever written seriously. >.< Anything you can give would be super helpful. I do have an idea of where it's going and it will be very long but I need to know how to better portray Freddy's personality. The guy's all body language so I'm dying trying to write it. I'll shut up now, but please please review. T-T