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Living Dreams: Taking Over Me
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,617
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: [See chapter one.]
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zoe Marks stepped out into the glaring afternoon sunlight. She raised an arm to shield her eyes from the harsh glare and looked around. For the first time in three years she was able to leave the confines of her prison. She was free. She breathed deeply, the fresh air relaxing and exhilirating all at once, as she stood on the steps of Westin Hills.
The air was warm and a slight breeze whipped about her hair as she gazed out at the parking lot. A red minivan was parked not far from where she stood and she could see two people, her parents, sitting inside, waiting for her. As much as she loved her parents, she was beginning to doubt whether they really loved her.
After all, what parent would have their child willingly committed to a psychiatric hospital because they were raped by a murderer? Sure, he may have been long dead, but he sure as hell was still capable of certain, awful things. Like murdering kids in their dreams...
Zoe picked up her suitcase as a young male orderly helped her to the van. Her father waved from the driver's side as she approached. She smiled mildy and waved back. Upon hearing that she was to be released they had insisted that she move back in with them, but she refused. She had told them, quite harshly, that she was a full-grown adult and could take of herself. They had reluctantly conceded and she had gotten a small apartment not far from where they still lived.
The young orderly put her suitcase into the back as she climbed into the backseat. Her mother hugged her tightly from the front passenger side, smiling happily. "I'm so glad to finally have my baby girl back!" she declared and hugged her tighter.
Zoe smiled weakly, remembering how quickly they had had her committed. "It's good to be back." she replied sincerely, truly glad to be out.
Her parents drove her to the new apartment and insisted on helping her settle in; She allowed it. She figured that they were trying to make up for lost time, but it was most likely because they felt guilty and were trying to relieve that guilt by babying her and spoiling her rotten. They had bought her this apartment and had furnished it, too. They had even bought her a whole new wardrobe and had stocked the kitchen with enough food to last her a month.
When she'd finally managed to convince them to leave, it was well past 8:00. She collapsed onto the plush leather sofa and sighed. Freedom. Sweet, beautiful freedom. She stretched and stood up. Grabbing her suitcase, she went to her room to unpack her meager possessions. She looked at the clock when she'd finished and, though it was still quite early, she decided to change for bed. She slipped into a short lacy red nightgown and slid under the elaborate covers of her new king-sized bed.
She snuggled down and closed her eyes, eager to be reunited with the infamous Freddy Krueger and slowly drifted off to sleep, but never once opened her eyes to the familiar shapes of the boiler room. She awoke the next morning confused and disappointed. She couldn't figure out why she hadn't dreamt of him.
But, there was no time to think about that now, she had to find a job. It was one of the conditions for her release. She got up and pulled on her robe and slippers then made her way to the kitchen and started breakfast. It felt so weird being out on her own, but she knew she'd get used to it. She settled down at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. Turning to the classifieds, she looked through the job listings for something of interest.
She saw an ad for a waitressing job at the local diner and figured it was the best she could do in a small town like Springwood. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number from the paper. A gruff male voice answered after the third ring.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Um, I'm calling about your ad? For the waitress job?" she replied timidly.
"Do ya have any experience waitressin'?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
"Uh..N-no, not really but--" she began, but was quickly cut off.
"Sorry, hon, but I need experienced waitress'." he interrupted. "G'bye."
"Wait!" she shouted desperately.
"What?" the man asked slowly. "I--I really need this job. I was just released from Westin Hills and if I don't get a job they'll send me back there." she pleaded.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that's not my problem." he answered.
"At least let me try! I-if it doesn't work out then you can fire me, but just let me try!" she begged. There was silence for the longest time before she heard a defeated sigh.
"Alright, you can start on Monday. Be here at 5AM sharp, ya got that?"
Zoe nodded vigorously before realizing he couldn't see her and gave a quick "Yes, thank-you." before hanging up.
She leaned back in her seat and sighed contentedly. That was one problem gone, now she could focus on the other one. She wanted to know exactly why she hadn't dreamt about Freddy. So, she quickly ate her breakfast, got dressed and headed out to the Springwood library for a bit of 'researching'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zoe sat at the back of the library, where they kept the microfiche viewer, and scanned through the newspapers published during her three-year stay at Westin Hills. She noticed there had been several teen deaths around the time she'd been raped, one of which included Mark Davis, a boy she had heard had escaped from Westin Hills around the time she was committed.
She scrolled through the headlines until one in partiular caught her attention. "Springwood Teens Vandalize Old Crystal Lake Camp" she read aloud. "Crystal Lake? Why does that sound so familiar?" she whispered.
"Because that's where we finally stopped him." spoke a voice behind her.
Zoe squeaked in surprise, quickly turned off the machine and spun around in her chair. "Fuck! Don't do that! Didn't anybody tell you it's not nice to sneak up on people?!" she demanded.
"Whoa! Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." he apologized. "I heard you talking to yourself. I was curious. I hadn't seen you around before so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Will Rollins." he held out his hand for her to shake it.
"Oh, I'm Zoe Marks. I was, uh...just doing a bit of research. I've missed a lot being in Westin Hills." she replied and shook his offered hand.
"Did you say Westin Hills?" he asked, an uneasiness in his voice.
"Yeah, I just got out yesterday. Wait, you said your name was Will Rollins?" She thought for a moment and suddenly realized. "You're one of teens that destroyed that camp."
"Uh, yeah--" he started.
"You said something about finally stopping 'him'. Who's him?" she asked, curiousity getting the better of her. Will was silent for a while and Zoe thought he wasn't going to tell her, but then he spoke. His voice was low and she had to strain her ears to hear him.
"..Freddy..." he whispered. Zoe's eyes widened as she nearly shouted, "Freddy Krueger?!"
"Yeah!" he gasped. "You know abou--?"
"I have to go!" she interrupted and quickly left with her things, leaving Will to stare after her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She ran out of the building and didn't stop until she reached the end of the block. She leaned against a wall, gasping for breath as tears filled her eyes. So that was why she hadn't appeared in the boiler room. They'd destroyed him! Now, she'd never be able to see him again! She sobbed quietly as the tears fell, racing down her cheeks.
"Zoe? Zoe!" called a voice.
She looked up when she heard her name and saw an out-of-breath Will race up to her. "Zoe, i-it's alright...I understand how you feel--"
"No, you don't! Go away!" she shouted and turned to run. Will didn't try to stop her as she ran, deciding to give her some space. He felt for her, even though he barely knew her, he knew what it was like in Westin Hills. He watched her disappear around the corner and decided to head back home. Lori would be wondering where he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zoe Marks stepped out into the glaring afternoon sunlight. She raised an arm to shield her eyes from the harsh glare and looked around. For the first time in three years she was able to leave the confines of her prison. She was free. She breathed deeply, the fresh air relaxing and exhilirating all at once, as she stood on the steps of Westin Hills.
The air was warm and a slight breeze whipped about her hair as she gazed out at the parking lot. A red minivan was parked not far from where she stood and she could see two people, her parents, sitting inside, waiting for her. As much as she loved her parents, she was beginning to doubt whether they really loved her.
After all, what parent would have their child willingly committed to a psychiatric hospital because they were raped by a murderer? Sure, he may have been long dead, but he sure as hell was still capable of certain, awful things. Like murdering kids in their dreams...
Zoe picked up her suitcase as a young male orderly helped her to the van. Her father waved from the driver's side as she approached. She smiled mildy and waved back. Upon hearing that she was to be released they had insisted that she move back in with them, but she refused. She had told them, quite harshly, that she was a full-grown adult and could take of herself. They had reluctantly conceded and she had gotten a small apartment not far from where they still lived.
The young orderly put her suitcase into the back as she climbed into the backseat. Her mother hugged her tightly from the front passenger side, smiling happily. "I'm so glad to finally have my baby girl back!" she declared and hugged her tighter.
Zoe smiled weakly, remembering how quickly they had had her committed. "It's good to be back." she replied sincerely, truly glad to be out.
Her parents drove her to the new apartment and insisted on helping her settle in; She allowed it. She figured that they were trying to make up for lost time, but it was most likely because they felt guilty and were trying to relieve that guilt by babying her and spoiling her rotten. They had bought her this apartment and had furnished it, too. They had even bought her a whole new wardrobe and had stocked the kitchen with enough food to last her a month.
When she'd finally managed to convince them to leave, it was well past 8:00. She collapsed onto the plush leather sofa and sighed. Freedom. Sweet, beautiful freedom. She stretched and stood up. Grabbing her suitcase, she went to her room to unpack her meager possessions. She looked at the clock when she'd finished and, though it was still quite early, she decided to change for bed. She slipped into a short lacy red nightgown and slid under the elaborate covers of her new king-sized bed.
She snuggled down and closed her eyes, eager to be reunited with the infamous Freddy Krueger and slowly drifted off to sleep, but never once opened her eyes to the familiar shapes of the boiler room. She awoke the next morning confused and disappointed. She couldn't figure out why she hadn't dreamt of him.
But, there was no time to think about that now, she had to find a job. It was one of the conditions for her release. She got up and pulled on her robe and slippers then made her way to the kitchen and started breakfast. It felt so weird being out on her own, but she knew she'd get used to it. She settled down at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. Turning to the classifieds, she looked through the job listings for something of interest.
She saw an ad for a waitressing job at the local diner and figured it was the best she could do in a small town like Springwood. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number from the paper. A gruff male voice answered after the third ring.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Um, I'm calling about your ad? For the waitress job?" she replied timidly.
"Do ya have any experience waitressin'?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
"Uh..N-no, not really but--" she began, but was quickly cut off.
"Sorry, hon, but I need experienced waitress'." he interrupted. "G'bye."
"Wait!" she shouted desperately.
"What?" the man asked slowly. "I--I really need this job. I was just released from Westin Hills and if I don't get a job they'll send me back there." she pleaded.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that's not my problem." he answered.
"At least let me try! I-if it doesn't work out then you can fire me, but just let me try!" she begged. There was silence for the longest time before she heard a defeated sigh.
"Alright, you can start on Monday. Be here at 5AM sharp, ya got that?"
Zoe nodded vigorously before realizing he couldn't see her and gave a quick "Yes, thank-you." before hanging up.
She leaned back in her seat and sighed contentedly. That was one problem gone, now she could focus on the other one. She wanted to know exactly why she hadn't dreamt about Freddy. So, she quickly ate her breakfast, got dressed and headed out to the Springwood library for a bit of 'researching'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zoe sat at the back of the library, where they kept the microfiche viewer, and scanned through the newspapers published during her three-year stay at Westin Hills. She noticed there had been several teen deaths around the time she'd been raped, one of which included Mark Davis, a boy she had heard had escaped from Westin Hills around the time she was committed.
She scrolled through the headlines until one in partiular caught her attention. "Springwood Teens Vandalize Old Crystal Lake Camp" she read aloud. "Crystal Lake? Why does that sound so familiar?" she whispered.
"Because that's where we finally stopped him." spoke a voice behind her.
Zoe squeaked in surprise, quickly turned off the machine and spun around in her chair. "Fuck! Don't do that! Didn't anybody tell you it's not nice to sneak up on people?!" she demanded.
"Whoa! Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." he apologized. "I heard you talking to yourself. I was curious. I hadn't seen you around before so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Will Rollins." he held out his hand for her to shake it.
"Oh, I'm Zoe Marks. I was, uh...just doing a bit of research. I've missed a lot being in Westin Hills." she replied and shook his offered hand.
"Did you say Westin Hills?" he asked, an uneasiness in his voice.
"Yeah, I just got out yesterday. Wait, you said your name was Will Rollins?" She thought for a moment and suddenly realized. "You're one of teens that destroyed that camp."
"Uh, yeah--" he started.
"You said something about finally stopping 'him'. Who's him?" she asked, curiousity getting the better of her. Will was silent for a while and Zoe thought he wasn't going to tell her, but then he spoke. His voice was low and she had to strain her ears to hear him.
"..Freddy..." he whispered. Zoe's eyes widened as she nearly shouted, "Freddy Krueger?!"
"Yeah!" he gasped. "You know abou--?"
"I have to go!" she interrupted and quickly left with her things, leaving Will to stare after her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She ran out of the building and didn't stop until she reached the end of the block. She leaned against a wall, gasping for breath as tears filled her eyes. So that was why she hadn't appeared in the boiler room. They'd destroyed him! Now, she'd never be able to see him again! She sobbed quietly as the tears fell, racing down her cheeks.
"Zoe? Zoe!" called a voice.
She looked up when she heard her name and saw an out-of-breath Will race up to her. "Zoe, i-it's alright...I understand how you feel--"
"No, you don't! Go away!" she shouted and turned to run. Will didn't try to stop her as she ran, deciding to give her some space. He felt for her, even though he barely knew her, he knew what it was like in Westin Hills. He watched her disappear around the corner and decided to head back home. Lori would be wondering where he was.