LORI'S NIGHTMARE

Chapter Three: Some of them want to be Abused

I don’t own Freddy, Manson or “Sweet Dreams” Nuff Said.

Flashes…..

Why could she not be left alone? Oh, she knew it was important, to take pictures of her body, the marks left behind to try to “get” the bad guy. But what good will all this do on someone who is already dead?

“Ms. Campbell, we are almost done. Remember, we need this due to the fact that you were assaulted. Please try to relax.”

She felt pressure as a cold metal tool probed her core, cause pain to flare up once again. The thought of having someone see the damage of her lost innocence made her want to pass out again. Blush tinged her cheeks as now gloved fingers were feeling the bruised and swollen tissue. Her body tensed, small whimpers escaping her throat.

“We are taking samples of the assailants DNA and fluids. It is almost over sweetheart,” explained a large, good natured nurse named Gilda. She had been by Lori’s side throughout the entire examination and at points held her hand when the pelvic exam began.

Lori had been to four different areas of the emergency room, from receiving multiple stitches on her chest to CT Scans and X-rays for broken bones. She had been in a daze most of the time, forced to be in her own mind and reliving the night’s events. Trying desperately to block out her nightmare, she only had visions of Jason butchering Freeburg at the clinic and Gibb at the rave. She wondered now where Jason was, if he was finally at peace since he was home. The camp was engulfed in flames, would they find the bodies?

“We are done now Ms. Campbell, now this will help you relax….”

She snapped her head up, “What!”

But the needle had already pierced her vein, injecting her with something that made her really drowsing. “No, please….”

“We need to complete some things that its bests you just rest for. You will be able to finally get some sleep, Ms. Campbell. Just relax.”

She shook her head, trying so hard to stay awake. The medicine overpowered her then.



Gilda covered the tossing Lori as she settled down into sleep. “Poor dear. She kept telling me it wasn’t her boyfriend. Doctor, was there any trace at all on Mr. Will Rollins?”

Dr. Peterson, one of the graveyard shift doctors at the hospital, looked over some of the preliminary lab work on the two victims that had come in. “The clothes we got from her were covered in blood which came back a match for her own and Mr. Rollins, but I have also traces of a couple of others that were not. We could be looking at multiple victims here. But, the problem is that Mr. Rollins did not have any signs of sexual intercourse tonight, and since the girl was a virgin before the assault, there would have been at least some transference, but there is none. From this, I don’t think it was Mr. Rollins who assaulted her. But I can’t be sure without the DNA results from what we collected.”

She looked stunned. “Who could have done this then?”

Dr. Peterson shrugged. “Hopefully we will find out in a few hours. Right now, I need to apply three internal stitches to a tear and then we can clean the patient and get her in a gown. . The medicine should keep her for at least another two hours. I think she is going to be here for couple of days until we can straighten this all out. Has anyone gotten a hold of her father yet?”

Gilda shook her head. “We have tried the house, his pager and his cell phone. Nothing.”

Dr. Peterson sighed and put his chart away. “Well, let’s complete the stitches. I want her to be completed before the sheriff comes by to ask her questions.”

Gilda nodded solemnly and left the room to get some supplies, closing the door on the now sound asleep Lori.

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Lori felt a cool breeze past her face. The smell of pine was evident enough to make her feel outside in the woods. Did someone leave the hospital window open?

Opening her eyes slightly, she noticed indeed the window was open. Careful not to hit the bandages on her chest or her arm, she sat up in her bed, feeling slightly dizzy. The room was completely empty now, but she knew the doctors and nurses were not far away. Edging her bare feet off the bed, she shivered as they touched the cold floor. She ached all over, especially her breasts. She had seen herself in the mirror when they were dressing her cuts on her chest just how bruised they were. The bite marks were scabbed over, but they looked similar to tiny jagged crescents across her chest. They took imprints from the teeth; maybe they might get a match to Will, still trying to frame him for it. She wanted so desperately to tell them who did this, but they would have her committed for sure.

Finally able to stand, she cringed as she realized she was in one of those open back hospital gowns. Nothing like having your ass out for the world to see right now….

She closed the window and turned toward her bed when she her alarms going off down the hall. Suddenly an overhead intercom went off. “Code Blue to ER. All staff, code blue to room ER!”

She looked at her door which was open as doctors and nurses running down the hallway with carts. Then her heart skipped a beat. Will….

What if he had fallen asleep and …..

“No!”

She moved a little quicker to the door, holding her gown closed, but when she reached the door, it slammed shut. She stared at it for a long second….

Oh, please god….

She held her breath and prayed it was just the passing people that had caused it to slam. Shivering, she slowly placed her hand on the handle and turned. It opened without complaint. Breathing again she moved out of her room, but then noticed what look like another hospital gown near the door. Deciding to make a makeshift robe, she used this to wear over her bare backside. At least now I won’t be showing the other patients.

She locked down the hall and saw them entering a room toward the end. Walking as normal as possible as to draw attention, she made her way down to where the commotion was and peered through the door.

“Will!”

She gasped as she saw him on the table, lifeless with tubes connected to his arms and an oxygen mask on his face. He was so beat up and the bandages that covered his waist were now covered in blood and rapidly soaking through.

“Get her out of here! He is hemorrhaging!”

Two male nurses moved forward and started to escort her out toward the hallway, but Lori did not want to leave. “No, please. He’s my boyfriend. He did not hurt me and he needs me. Damn it, leave me alone!”

They grabbed her arms and pulled her away just as the doctor came up to the table and looked down at Will. “Calling it. 3:02 Am. He is gone.”

Time stood still. It was like everything was frozen at those words to her. She felt her heart braking and a lump growing in her chest as so many feelings stabbed her, like 10,000 needles. The only thing that pulled her from this was hearing the doctor then say. “Well, let’s begin the harvesting. Everything should be useable.”

“What? Wait…You can’t just….”

Suddenly she noticed Will’s chest rise and fall again. He Was Alive! He was back! A relief washed over her but was halted as she noticed the doctor pulling out a scalpel and placing it on a small table that had been rolled up to the bed.

“No. No! Check him again! I saw him breathing!”

She moved toward the bed but was pulled back as the men’s grip increased on her arms to the point of pain.”Let me go! He is alive, god damn it!”

“Lori…” She heard him actually mutter her name. The doctor turned toward his table of tools “Let’s start with the heart. He won’t need that anymore!!” He turned back and Lori screamed. He was wearing Freddy’s glove!”

“No! This isn’t real! Wake Up!” She cried to herself, closing her eyes.

Something wet splattered her face then and she heard Will scream out. Opening her eyes again, she saw the doctor was now Freddy Krueger, holding Will’s still beating heart.

“Guess he didn’t have the “Heart” to tell you it’s over bitch!” He laughed maniacally as she ripped her arms from the nurse’s grasps, dashing out into the hallway at top speed. The hall was now dark, foreboding as she ran. No idea where she was running too, she only wanted to get away from him, try to wake herself up.

Suddenly, the floor fell out from under her. She fell for what felt like forever then landed on something surprisingly soft. Looking around, she was on old four-poster bed in an abandoned house. The windows were boarded up and graffiti covered the walls.

She also noticed she was no longer wearing the hospital gown, but what looked like catholic school uniform with a plaid skirt and a white shirt that barely covered the top of her bandaged breasts. A breeze made her aware the outfit came with no undergarments.

No…please…not…again.

She would fight! Heaven help her, she was not going to just lay here and wait. She got off the bed and went for the door. When she was out in the hallway, the scene changed again and now she was looking over a metal walkway to what look like a huge boiler room. Taking a look behind her the dusty room was gone

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

The sound of metal scraping against metal somewhere sent shivers down her spine like nails on a chalkboard.

He was here.

His laugh came next, penetrating ever bit of her mind. “God, help me,” she muttered to herself, looking for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Nothing…..

“Where are you going, piglet?! The party’s just starting,” came a voice from right behind her. She turned to run only to feel his hand grip her hair and pull her back, throwing her backwards on the walk way toward a dead end. She felt the hard metal scrape her bottom and realized she was trapped. She moved back to the end of the walkway to the wall, looking for something to wake her, maybe a scalding hot pipe?

They were all cool to her touch, of no use.

“No, no.” She tried pulling them next, make one of them loose. Nothing moved.

Metal scraping against metal…sccreeech….

He was stalking towards her, scraping his blades along the wall of pipes, sending little sparks in the air. “You are not going anywhere bitch.”

She pressed her back against the wall, still trying to force herself to wake. He chuckled, “That might work if they didn’t force you to sleep. You will be here till the drugs where off or they revive you, which will not be for a very long time.”

She shook her head violently. “Get the hell away from me!”

He was about 10 feet away now, flicking his blades back and forth, almost like music.

Music?

She heard a low sound then rumbling throughout the boiler room of some dark tune. It almost sounded like…

“I have always liked Manson’s version of this song,” he said scraping one blade on the wall, “so much better than that whining bitch, don’t you think?”

Lori knew the song “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson well. She always hated it when Linderman played it because she liked the original version. She hated even more now.

“Go to Hell Krueger!” she shouted, trying to bide time.

He laughed again. Now only feet from her. “Some of them want to use you….”

He clicked his blades; he was now in front of her. “Some of them want to abuse you…”

She yelped as he moved and now pinned her to wall, one hand against the wall on each side of her head.

“You want me to abuse you, Lori? Do you want me to know what’s inside you?”

Her heart pounding, she forced herself to answer. “No.”

The song could be heard in the background. Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused!!!!

Blades at her shoulder, sliding barely across the skin going down her arm, almost like a caress. “But I already know what’s inside you Lori. You want to know what’s inside you? And what going to be inside you soon?”

I want to use you, and abuse you. I want to know what’s inside……

She decided not to answer; she did not want to answer him now.

He moved in towards her neck, his lips brushing her ear, his hot breath tickling her throat.

“Me…..”

She screamed out to the air as the demon moved in…























Next chapter is full of Non-Con Sex so you have been warned. Review please!!