I've Never Heard Of You...
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,113
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter 2
The sound of dripping water pulled her out of her sleep. She wasn't on a mattress anymore. Quite the opposite, actually. She lifted herself off of the dirty concrete floor and leaned against the nearest, equally dirty, stone wall. Water was dripping in multiple places, even though she couldn't distinguish where any of them were coming from specifically. Pipe railings gleamed in the dim light, seemingly centering on an overly large broiler. Where was this place? Why was she here? She'd never been here before, nor had she ever been in a place that even remotely looked like this at anytime in her life.
Aside from the water and her own breathing, it was silent. She took careful steps on shaky legs, toward the large broiler. Despite knowing she'd never been there before, she knew something was missing from it. As if she could feel the very walls and pipes calling for something...or someone. As if the building knew it was missing something it needed. And, it was calling to her to make it complete again. But, she didn't understand it. The broiler had no fire. There were no footsteps on the catwalks. Nothing but dim light and solitude. Under other circumstances, she might have even come to like it here, alone.
As she reached out to touch the rusted metal of the broiler a piercing screeching sound seemed to surround her for no more than a second or two. She gasped and turned around. There was nothing. Not even a shadow. Not any indication of another thing even breathing anywhere near her. Maybe she'd only heard it in her mind. She carefully turned the handle and opened the heavy door to the broiler. It was dark and full of light-coloured ash. But, a brown fedora and odd sort of glove rested inside. The glove had knives for fingers and looked as if it had been home welded. She looked around, once more, but there was still only dripping water.
She stared back at the hat and glove in curiosity. Slowly, she reached out and stroked her fingers lightly along the dull side of the knifed fingers. The thin metal sent a shiver down her spine. A shiver she hadn't felt since being with Jason. The kind that gave her a dull ache in the pit of her stomach.
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She opened her eyes once again, to the bright room. Only, this time she was completely on the floor, huddled in a ball. Her hair covered her face, blurring her vision slightly until she sat up and it fell away from her eyes. A few inches from her hand was the very glove from her dream. She looked around the room. No one was in it aside from her. And, she could hardly believe any of the staff could have simply left it lying around in her room. She picked it up and pulled it onto her own hand.
She lifted her gloved hand up to her face and stared out of the window through the deadly knives. God, it was sexy. She ran the sharp points, gently down her own face, closing her eyes to savor the tickling sensation. She licked the tip of the middle finger tip as it passed her mouth, then let it run gently over her bottom lip. She let the tips move down the column of her neck before pulling it away and staring at it in wonder once again.
Footsteps outside the door brought her attention back to the reality of her situation. She quickly took the glove off and roughly shoved it under her pillow. She sat back on her haunches, as the door to her room opened, quietly. A tall, lean nurse, with dark brown hair and large blue eyes behind thin square-framed glasses looked down at her. 'Well, what are you doing down there, hm?' She leaned down and helped the girl back onto the bed. 'I heard they kept you chained to the bed where you came from, huh? You probably don't have the proper strength in your legs just yet. Poor thing. Absolutely barbaric!' She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet of pills. She held it up for the girl to see. 'This,' she said with a bit too much enthusiasm, 'is your new medication. They'll knock you out pretty hard at first. I think it's the Hypnocil that does it. Never tried it myself but maybe I should. But, eventually, they cut the dosages back so it only keeps you a bit on the loopy side. Lucky you, eh?' She said with a smile and turned to a cart just outside the door.
She returned with a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. It was real food, not the kind at the other place, that looked like a typical microwave dinner. Real chicken and vegetables were set on a tray the nurse pulled out of the wall, next to the bed. She hadn't noticed it before. The nurse opened the packet of pills with a small pair of scissors from her pocket, then quickly shoved them back into the pocket. 'Take your pills, first, and then you can eat,' she said, patiently waiting for her instructions to be followed. The girl did as she was told, taking the pills one at a time, a total of six. The nurse nodded in approval and moved toward the door. 'I'll be back in a few minutes for the plate, after I finish the rest of the ward,' and with that, she closed and locked the door behind herself as she moved on.
The girl reached under her pillow to pet the glove under it. It was still there...so she hadn't imagined it. Good. She'd only had it for a few minutes but was already incredibly possessive of it. She ate her meal quickly and her eyes were, once again, closed before the nurse returned for the dishes.
Aside from the water and her own breathing, it was silent. She took careful steps on shaky legs, toward the large broiler. Despite knowing she'd never been there before, she knew something was missing from it. As if she could feel the very walls and pipes calling for something...or someone. As if the building knew it was missing something it needed. And, it was calling to her to make it complete again. But, she didn't understand it. The broiler had no fire. There were no footsteps on the catwalks. Nothing but dim light and solitude. Under other circumstances, she might have even come to like it here, alone.
As she reached out to touch the rusted metal of the broiler a piercing screeching sound seemed to surround her for no more than a second or two. She gasped and turned around. There was nothing. Not even a shadow. Not any indication of another thing even breathing anywhere near her. Maybe she'd only heard it in her mind. She carefully turned the handle and opened the heavy door to the broiler. It was dark and full of light-coloured ash. But, a brown fedora and odd sort of glove rested inside. The glove had knives for fingers and looked as if it had been home welded. She looked around, once more, but there was still only dripping water.
She stared back at the hat and glove in curiosity. Slowly, she reached out and stroked her fingers lightly along the dull side of the knifed fingers. The thin metal sent a shiver down her spine. A shiver she hadn't felt since being with Jason. The kind that gave her a dull ache in the pit of her stomach.
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She opened her eyes once again, to the bright room. Only, this time she was completely on the floor, huddled in a ball. Her hair covered her face, blurring her vision slightly until she sat up and it fell away from her eyes. A few inches from her hand was the very glove from her dream. She looked around the room. No one was in it aside from her. And, she could hardly believe any of the staff could have simply left it lying around in her room. She picked it up and pulled it onto her own hand.
She lifted her gloved hand up to her face and stared out of the window through the deadly knives. God, it was sexy. She ran the sharp points, gently down her own face, closing her eyes to savor the tickling sensation. She licked the tip of the middle finger tip as it passed her mouth, then let it run gently over her bottom lip. She let the tips move down the column of her neck before pulling it away and staring at it in wonder once again.
Footsteps outside the door brought her attention back to the reality of her situation. She quickly took the glove off and roughly shoved it under her pillow. She sat back on her haunches, as the door to her room opened, quietly. A tall, lean nurse, with dark brown hair and large blue eyes behind thin square-framed glasses looked down at her. 'Well, what are you doing down there, hm?' She leaned down and helped the girl back onto the bed. 'I heard they kept you chained to the bed where you came from, huh? You probably don't have the proper strength in your legs just yet. Poor thing. Absolutely barbaric!' She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet of pills. She held it up for the girl to see. 'This,' she said with a bit too much enthusiasm, 'is your new medication. They'll knock you out pretty hard at first. I think it's the Hypnocil that does it. Never tried it myself but maybe I should. But, eventually, they cut the dosages back so it only keeps you a bit on the loopy side. Lucky you, eh?' She said with a smile and turned to a cart just outside the door.
She returned with a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. It was real food, not the kind at the other place, that looked like a typical microwave dinner. Real chicken and vegetables were set on a tray the nurse pulled out of the wall, next to the bed. She hadn't noticed it before. The nurse opened the packet of pills with a small pair of scissors from her pocket, then quickly shoved them back into the pocket. 'Take your pills, first, and then you can eat,' she said, patiently waiting for her instructions to be followed. The girl did as she was told, taking the pills one at a time, a total of six. The nurse nodded in approval and moved toward the door. 'I'll be back in a few minutes for the plate, after I finish the rest of the ward,' and with that, she closed and locked the door behind herself as she moved on.
The girl reached under her pillow to pet the glove under it. It was still there...so she hadn't imagined it. Good. She'd only had it for a few minutes but was already incredibly possessive of it. She ate her meal quickly and her eyes were, once again, closed before the nurse returned for the dishes.