I've Never Heard Of You...
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,123
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.
Chapter 3
When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark, aside from the light of the moon through the giant window. She hadn't dreamed. There was nothing. Hell, she barely remembered sleeping at all and she'd done it for hours only seconds ago.
She didn't like it.
In her dreams, she could be with Jason and only ever have to leave when she woke up. But, at least she got to see and touch him every night when she fell asleep. She wasn't alone, then. There was someone there to touch her and not treat her as if she had some form of contagious disease. Someone that understood her every thought without having one word spoken.
The nurse had said something called Hypnocil would be what knocked her out. She wouldn't take it anymore. Maybe she could find a way to hide it in her hand or something, while she swallowed the other pills, instead. She felt under her pillow, until her fingertips stroked the cold metal of the mysterious glove. Good, it was still there. At this point, she didn't care who it had ever belonged to. It was her's now.
She pulled it out, gently and placed it back on her hand, to study it...to feel it again. It was so lethal and so beautiful. Certainly, a rose with many many thorns, to her. 'It can take you to him!' Something whispered into her ear. The very same, harsh sounding whisper from her dream before. It was quick and heavy, the breath, once again, tickling the shell of her ear. Again, there was noone. She moved her mouth, trying to force words from them but no sound came. 'Use it!' It called to her again, just as the door to her cell was being opened. She stood up, hiding the glove behind her back as a male nurse entered the room. He wasn't very tall for a man, with dark hair and dark eyes. Not an overly attractive man, either. Maybe just in on an internship.
'Alright, you, time for the nighty-night pills,' he said, brandishing a pack of pills similar to the ones the nurse had given her earlier. The girl held out her free hand obediently and the pills were obligingly placed into it. As the man turned away from her to the cart just outside the door she raised the gloved hand. She felt as if she didn't have control anymore, it was the glove, itself, taking over. She plunged it with all of her strength into the back of the man's neck, severing his vocal chords in the process. Blood spewed from the wounds as she pulled the knives away. The fresh blood trickled down each blood, gleaming a promise to her in the moonlight. She pulled the limp body into the room and left, closing the door behind her. The hallway was dim, only lit by half of the usual lights used during the daylight hours. There were sounds from other rooms, but no other people in the hallway itself.
She ran. Ran as fast as her weakened legs could take her, tripping and skidding around corners and against walls. If anyone came at her, she didn't see them, slashing at the air with her new weapon of choice. She saw red, but whether it was from her urgency or actual blood coming at her she couldn't tell. She needed out. Something had told her the glove would take her back to where she belonged. Back to Jason. She belonged to Jason.
As she ran towards the doors that led outside she could hear someone laughing, insanely, just next to her ear. The doors exploded from their very hinges, as she ran through them. She heard the piercing wails of the sirens behind her over the laughing next to her ear. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep running if she wanted to get there.
She ran until the noise of the sirens was far behind her and her legs refused to run any further. She collapsed behind some thick bushes, far from the edge of the road. She closed her eyes, her sides in the most unbearable pain. Tears ran down her cheeks of their own volition and her stomach turned until she vomited on the ground in front of her. She rolled over, falling completely to the ground, on her back. Her vision lost it's red glow and her heart felt as if it might explode from her chest any moment.
'You can't stay here! They'll take you back!' The harsh whisper told her.
'Who-?' She whispered back, completely out of breath.
'It doesn't matter who I am! Just do as I say, bitch! Get up!'
Reluctantly, she climbed back to her feet and started running, again. She felt slow and as if she were dragging another human being. Without the adrenaline pumping relentlessly through her veins, she could feel the bitter cold air biting at her bare feet, arms and ungloved hand. But just as cold as the air had become, it seemed the glove grew warmer. The only source of warmth around her to keep her going until she reached a narrow road. It seemed like a barren stretch of road, not a light to be seen in either direction. But, there was a sign reading 'WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD! A Nice Place To Live!' to her left. Springwood. She'd never heard of the place, but something made it feel familiar. She walked toward the direction of the sign and into the Springwood city limits. There was a sigh in that harsh voice. Something that said he was home...but, she was far from it.
She walked along the side of the road for what felt like hours and hours. If the sky had changed at all, she'd missed it, but it was still dark. But, with all of the walking came a saving grace in the form of a gas station. Three cars were parked at the front of the mini mart building. A fourth one pulled in and she watched carefully. An older man struggled to get out of the car that seemed far too small for his bloated body. He waddled, slowly, into the store, leaving the car running- no doubt thinking to make a quick trip into the store.
'Take it!' The voice told her and she obeyed, wanting to do anything but walk anymore.
She'd driven a car before. Even had a license at one time, before she'd met Jason. She hoped it would be like riding a bike; once you learn it's nearly impossible to forget. She ran to the car and jumped in, slamming the door shut. She shifted the car in reverse and maneuvered the steering wheel no better than a student driver. She quickly shifted it into drive and headed back up the very road she'd walked down, the man rushing as fast as he possibly could out of the door, shouting at her to come back.
She didn't like it.
In her dreams, she could be with Jason and only ever have to leave when she woke up. But, at least she got to see and touch him every night when she fell asleep. She wasn't alone, then. There was someone there to touch her and not treat her as if she had some form of contagious disease. Someone that understood her every thought without having one word spoken.
The nurse had said something called Hypnocil would be what knocked her out. She wouldn't take it anymore. Maybe she could find a way to hide it in her hand or something, while she swallowed the other pills, instead. She felt under her pillow, until her fingertips stroked the cold metal of the mysterious glove. Good, it was still there. At this point, she didn't care who it had ever belonged to. It was her's now.
She pulled it out, gently and placed it back on her hand, to study it...to feel it again. It was so lethal and so beautiful. Certainly, a rose with many many thorns, to her. 'It can take you to him!' Something whispered into her ear. The very same, harsh sounding whisper from her dream before. It was quick and heavy, the breath, once again, tickling the shell of her ear. Again, there was noone. She moved her mouth, trying to force words from them but no sound came. 'Use it!' It called to her again, just as the door to her cell was being opened. She stood up, hiding the glove behind her back as a male nurse entered the room. He wasn't very tall for a man, with dark hair and dark eyes. Not an overly attractive man, either. Maybe just in on an internship.
'Alright, you, time for the nighty-night pills,' he said, brandishing a pack of pills similar to the ones the nurse had given her earlier. The girl held out her free hand obediently and the pills were obligingly placed into it. As the man turned away from her to the cart just outside the door she raised the gloved hand. She felt as if she didn't have control anymore, it was the glove, itself, taking over. She plunged it with all of her strength into the back of the man's neck, severing his vocal chords in the process. Blood spewed from the wounds as she pulled the knives away. The fresh blood trickled down each blood, gleaming a promise to her in the moonlight. She pulled the limp body into the room and left, closing the door behind her. The hallway was dim, only lit by half of the usual lights used during the daylight hours. There were sounds from other rooms, but no other people in the hallway itself.
She ran. Ran as fast as her weakened legs could take her, tripping and skidding around corners and against walls. If anyone came at her, she didn't see them, slashing at the air with her new weapon of choice. She saw red, but whether it was from her urgency or actual blood coming at her she couldn't tell. She needed out. Something had told her the glove would take her back to where she belonged. Back to Jason. She belonged to Jason.
As she ran towards the doors that led outside she could hear someone laughing, insanely, just next to her ear. The doors exploded from their very hinges, as she ran through them. She heard the piercing wails of the sirens behind her over the laughing next to her ear. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep running if she wanted to get there.
She ran until the noise of the sirens was far behind her and her legs refused to run any further. She collapsed behind some thick bushes, far from the edge of the road. She closed her eyes, her sides in the most unbearable pain. Tears ran down her cheeks of their own volition and her stomach turned until she vomited on the ground in front of her. She rolled over, falling completely to the ground, on her back. Her vision lost it's red glow and her heart felt as if it might explode from her chest any moment.
'You can't stay here! They'll take you back!' The harsh whisper told her.
'Who-?' She whispered back, completely out of breath.
'It doesn't matter who I am! Just do as I say, bitch! Get up!'
Reluctantly, she climbed back to her feet and started running, again. She felt slow and as if she were dragging another human being. Without the adrenaline pumping relentlessly through her veins, she could feel the bitter cold air biting at her bare feet, arms and ungloved hand. But just as cold as the air had become, it seemed the glove grew warmer. The only source of warmth around her to keep her going until she reached a narrow road. It seemed like a barren stretch of road, not a light to be seen in either direction. But, there was a sign reading 'WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD! A Nice Place To Live!' to her left. Springwood. She'd never heard of the place, but something made it feel familiar. She walked toward the direction of the sign and into the Springwood city limits. There was a sigh in that harsh voice. Something that said he was home...but, she was far from it.
She walked along the side of the road for what felt like hours and hours. If the sky had changed at all, she'd missed it, but it was still dark. But, with all of the walking came a saving grace in the form of a gas station. Three cars were parked at the front of the mini mart building. A fourth one pulled in and she watched carefully. An older man struggled to get out of the car that seemed far too small for his bloated body. He waddled, slowly, into the store, leaving the car running- no doubt thinking to make a quick trip into the store.
'Take it!' The voice told her and she obeyed, wanting to do anything but walk anymore.
She'd driven a car before. Even had a license at one time, before she'd met Jason. She hoped it would be like riding a bike; once you learn it's nearly impossible to forget. She ran to the car and jumped in, slamming the door shut. She shifted the car in reverse and maneuvered the steering wheel no better than a student driver. She quickly shifted it into drive and headed back up the very road she'd walked down, the man rushing as fast as he possibly could out of the door, shouting at her to come back.