Living Dreams: Taking Over Me
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Adult ++
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Chapter 5
Disclaimer: [see chapter one]
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Zoe awoke breathlessly to a curtain of darkness as thick and black as ink, and sat up slowly. Shivering, she gasped in a ragged, wheezing breath that stung her throat and burned her lungs. She gulped the air greedily, coughing hoarsely as her strength and senses slowly returned to her. With the renewed feeling soon came a harsh, throbbing pain and heightened physical awareness; She could feel the rush of her blood, the beat of her heart, every tiny, little hair and aching, throbbing muscle.
She swallowed painfully and coughed as she raised a hand to her bruised neck, wincing in pain. There was something warm and wet dripping down her back as she slid her hand across the nape of her neck and winced, yet again. She pulled her hand away and squinted through the darkness to try to see what it was that now oozed between her fingers, but failed miserably.
Confused and disoriented, she attempted to squirm her way out of the sheets that now entangled her body, only to tumble gracelessly to the floor in a painful heap. She groaned piteously and laid limp in the tangled sheets for a few moments. Her head throbbed and she felt faint as she finally pulled herself to her knees, crawling blindly toward the bathroom and pulling herself painfully to her feet as she leaned against the sink and flicked on the light.
She looked up into the mirror and gave a startled squeak. Staring back at her was a battered and bruised young woman who had the look of a frightened, wounded animal. It took her several confusing minutes to realize that it was her own reflection and not another young woman.
She shook her head in disbelief as she looked herself over, unsure of how she'd gotten this way. The last thing she remembered was the blissful euphoria of sexual satisfaction. She leaned closer and gently touched a slender, blood-stained finger to her neck, tracing the oddly shaped bruises thoughtfully. It almost looks like a hand, she mused to herself. A flash of images streaked through her mind at that thought. /Glinting steel blades. Red and green stripes. Steaming pipes and machinary...Freddy Krueger.../
Zoe gasped and her hands flew to her neck as phantom claws wrapped around her throat. She struggled a moment before she realized it was her own hand wrapped tightly around her neck and released it. She panted harshly, staring into her reflection with terrified eyes as she remembered the events of earlier that night with crystal clarity.
She raised a hand to the back of her neck and winced, pulling it back to look at the blood coating her fingers. She quickly pulled her hair away and saw four deep gashes on the back of her neck. She stared at the mirror as her eyes glazed over in mixed fear and shock as she slowly began tending to her injuries in a dazed trance.
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Zoe sat in a booth at Dave's Diner the next morning, staring sullenly into the steamy black liquid in her cup. She kept replaying the dream over and over again in her mind, trying to figure out what she'd done to make Freddy turn on her like that. Her eyelids drooped and her vision swam as she continued to stare into the warm, rippling black liquid. She hadn't been able to go back to sleep that night and felt completely drained and exhausted. As she stared drowsily at her distorted reflection and squinted her eyes; the image began to ripple and a new image appeared. It was hazy and vague, but it almost looked like ... a house? She leaned closer to get a better look, but...
A hand clamped down tightly on her shoulder at that moment and she jerked straight up with a shriek, slopping hot coffee into her lap. "Fuck!" she screeched and whipped around to face the owner of the hand, who had quickly let go and backed away at her startled reaction. She glared with narrowed eyes at the attractive young man who now stood with his arms raised defensively. That was the second time she'd been startled out of a deep concentration by a guy in just as many days.
She glared silently at him a few moments longer, then, without a word, turned her head to look out the window as she pulled her turtleneck higher around her throat and stared blankly at the passers-by.
"I--Don't you want to dry off?" she heard him ask softly.
Zoe turned to him with a withering glare. "No, I'd rather sit here covered in coffee." she replied sarcastically. He sighed and shook his head.
"Look, I'm sorry, but there's something I need to tell you, Zoe. Something important..." He said as he sat across from her.
"Go away, Will." she muttered.
"It's about what I said yesterday, at the library..." He sighed. "I know you know about him, but how well I'm not quite sure. That's not important, though." He shifted uncomfortably before continuing and Zoe shot a quick glance in his direction, suddenly nervous about what he was about to say.
"I was wrong, Zoe. He's not gone, not anymore....He's back." Will closed his eyes and shook his head solemnly. Zoe scoffed and giggled shrilly at this, which made Will look up and stare in shock at her odd reaction.
She shook her head amusedly, giggling. "Of course, he's not gone. He was never gone in the first place."
Her shoulders slumped then and her eyes became dull as her tone turned dead serious. "He's always been here, hiding in the shadows. Always ready to leap out and tear away your life and innocence." She gasped softly, coming to a sudden realization. Her breathing quickened and she clutched desperately at the collar of her turtleneck sweater as she continued, seemingly to herself.
"He stole my innocence, ripped it from me. I didn't want this, I never wanted this. But now..."
She shook her head pitifully. "He's taken over my life so completely that I don't care what he is or what he's done and it scares me, it terrifies me that I have so little control anymore. I just wish it would stop, but I don't want it to, either. It's all just too confusing!"
Will stared at Zoe in stunned silence, becoming very worried about her. "W-what are you talking about, Zoe? What's wrong? Is it--You're not talking about him, are you?"
Zoe looked at him sadly. "Is it wrong to be taken advantage of...and want more?" she asked as her voice cracked with emotion. Will leaned across the table and grabbed Zoe's shoulders tightly as he growled viciously, "What did that bastard do to you, Lori!"
Will panted harshly for a moment before realizing his mistake. "I-I mean--I meant...Zoe..." He quickly released her shoulders and sat back down, averting his gaze. Why on earth had he called her Lori?
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Zoe awoke breathlessly to a curtain of darkness as thick and black as ink, and sat up slowly. Shivering, she gasped in a ragged, wheezing breath that stung her throat and burned her lungs. She gulped the air greedily, coughing hoarsely as her strength and senses slowly returned to her. With the renewed feeling soon came a harsh, throbbing pain and heightened physical awareness; She could feel the rush of her blood, the beat of her heart, every tiny, little hair and aching, throbbing muscle.
She swallowed painfully and coughed as she raised a hand to her bruised neck, wincing in pain. There was something warm and wet dripping down her back as she slid her hand across the nape of her neck and winced, yet again. She pulled her hand away and squinted through the darkness to try to see what it was that now oozed between her fingers, but failed miserably.
Confused and disoriented, she attempted to squirm her way out of the sheets that now entangled her body, only to tumble gracelessly to the floor in a painful heap. She groaned piteously and laid limp in the tangled sheets for a few moments. Her head throbbed and she felt faint as she finally pulled herself to her knees, crawling blindly toward the bathroom and pulling herself painfully to her feet as she leaned against the sink and flicked on the light.
She looked up into the mirror and gave a startled squeak. Staring back at her was a battered and bruised young woman who had the look of a frightened, wounded animal. It took her several confusing minutes to realize that it was her own reflection and not another young woman.
She shook her head in disbelief as she looked herself over, unsure of how she'd gotten this way. The last thing she remembered was the blissful euphoria of sexual satisfaction. She leaned closer and gently touched a slender, blood-stained finger to her neck, tracing the oddly shaped bruises thoughtfully. It almost looks like a hand, she mused to herself. A flash of images streaked through her mind at that thought. /Glinting steel blades. Red and green stripes. Steaming pipes and machinary...Freddy Krueger.../
Zoe gasped and her hands flew to her neck as phantom claws wrapped around her throat. She struggled a moment before she realized it was her own hand wrapped tightly around her neck and released it. She panted harshly, staring into her reflection with terrified eyes as she remembered the events of earlier that night with crystal clarity.
She raised a hand to the back of her neck and winced, pulling it back to look at the blood coating her fingers. She quickly pulled her hair away and saw four deep gashes on the back of her neck. She stared at the mirror as her eyes glazed over in mixed fear and shock as she slowly began tending to her injuries in a dazed trance.
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Zoe sat in a booth at Dave's Diner the next morning, staring sullenly into the steamy black liquid in her cup. She kept replaying the dream over and over again in her mind, trying to figure out what she'd done to make Freddy turn on her like that. Her eyelids drooped and her vision swam as she continued to stare into the warm, rippling black liquid. She hadn't been able to go back to sleep that night and felt completely drained and exhausted. As she stared drowsily at her distorted reflection and squinted her eyes; the image began to ripple and a new image appeared. It was hazy and vague, but it almost looked like ... a house? She leaned closer to get a better look, but...
A hand clamped down tightly on her shoulder at that moment and she jerked straight up with a shriek, slopping hot coffee into her lap. "Fuck!" she screeched and whipped around to face the owner of the hand, who had quickly let go and backed away at her startled reaction. She glared with narrowed eyes at the attractive young man who now stood with his arms raised defensively. That was the second time she'd been startled out of a deep concentration by a guy in just as many days.
She glared silently at him a few moments longer, then, without a word, turned her head to look out the window as she pulled her turtleneck higher around her throat and stared blankly at the passers-by.
"I--Don't you want to dry off?" she heard him ask softly.
Zoe turned to him with a withering glare. "No, I'd rather sit here covered in coffee." she replied sarcastically. He sighed and shook his head.
"Look, I'm sorry, but there's something I need to tell you, Zoe. Something important..." He said as he sat across from her.
"Go away, Will." she muttered.
"It's about what I said yesterday, at the library..." He sighed. "I know you know about him, but how well I'm not quite sure. That's not important, though." He shifted uncomfortably before continuing and Zoe shot a quick glance in his direction, suddenly nervous about what he was about to say.
"I was wrong, Zoe. He's not gone, not anymore....He's back." Will closed his eyes and shook his head solemnly. Zoe scoffed and giggled shrilly at this, which made Will look up and stare in shock at her odd reaction.
She shook her head amusedly, giggling. "Of course, he's not gone. He was never gone in the first place."
Her shoulders slumped then and her eyes became dull as her tone turned dead serious. "He's always been here, hiding in the shadows. Always ready to leap out and tear away your life and innocence." She gasped softly, coming to a sudden realization. Her breathing quickened and she clutched desperately at the collar of her turtleneck sweater as she continued, seemingly to herself.
"He stole my innocence, ripped it from me. I didn't want this, I never wanted this. But now..."
She shook her head pitifully. "He's taken over my life so completely that I don't care what he is or what he's done and it scares me, it terrifies me that I have so little control anymore. I just wish it would stop, but I don't want it to, either. It's all just too confusing!"
Will stared at Zoe in stunned silence, becoming very worried about her. "W-what are you talking about, Zoe? What's wrong? Is it--You're not talking about him, are you?"
Zoe looked at him sadly. "Is it wrong to be taken advantage of...and want more?" she asked as her voice cracked with emotion. Will leaned across the table and grabbed Zoe's shoulders tightly as he growled viciously, "What did that bastard do to you, Lori!"
Will panted harshly for a moment before realizing his mistake. "I-I mean--I meant...Zoe..." He quickly released her shoulders and sat back down, averting his gaze. Why on earth had he called her Lori?