Disclaimer and A/N: I only own that which I own, nothing more and nothing less. I don't own any franchises mentioned, and I will state which OCs I do or do not own later. For now, all I have is Faye. Anyway, it's been awhile since this was first started, and my writing has improved, so I thought why not fix it up? So BB's creator (You'll meet BB later, if you're new around here) and I ran through and cleaned it up. I'll be replacing them as we fix them. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Charley Horse
Faye stared out the window of the car, watching the scenery pass. The fifteen year old was bored, her DS and phone both long since having run out of batteries. The girl's parents were bringing her on a camping trip. She, needless to say, was not pleased. She didn't want to spend her summer camping, she wanted to spend it at home, with her friends.
"Faye, sweetie," her mother's voice drifted from the front, "have you been drinking your water? I know you'd prefer soda, but really, it's better for you."
"I know mom, I know." She muttered, taking a small sip from her bottle. Her last softball game had been the day before, and she'd been running everywhere. Her mother felt like she shouldn't have sugary drinks right after so much exercise, so she was reduced to water or juice. Juice tended to go bad outside the car, so here she was, sipping at bland, flavorless water.
It took another hour of driving before they finally pulled up outside a hotel in a little town called Springwood. Faye's parents had decided to stay here for the night, since they'd already been driving most of the day. She couldn't help a small laugh at the name. Springwood, oh that name brought back memories. She'd need to see if BB wanted to rewatch some Nightmare movies later.
Faye idly glanced at the street sign as they passed it, and she sat up straighter, the merriment leaving. They were on Elm Street.
She felt a slight chill go down her spine as they parked and her parents ushered her out of the car and into the building. It was nonsense, though. Freddy Krueger was fiction, a bad guy meant to scare people, that was all. She knew it was irrational to believe anything else.
So why wasn't the chill leaving?
She shook it off. More than likely she was just overreacting, but if she got too freaked out, she could just bring a mirror to sleep with her. It had worked for Alice, right? What was that rhyme?
Now I lay me down to sleep, master of dreams my soul to keep. In the reflection of my mind's eye. . .
"-used to be a house." She heard someone say, and she shook her head slightly. Okay, focus. What was going on now?
"What used to be a house?" She asked, curiously. The lady smiled. She was an older woman, silver haired and wrinkly, but there was a kind twinkle in her eye.
"This place, deary. It used to be a house, but nobody would rent it until I came along. I figured it'd make a nice little bed and breakfast. I don't have any kids and it's hard for me to go places, so it's nice to have all the company I need coming in to stay. If I can remember right the numbers were 1428. Oh, look at me rambling. Sorry about that, sweetie." She gave the girl a last smile, and went back to talking to her mom. Faye, meanwhile, was stunned.
It was a coincidence, she decided. It had to be. She followed her parents up to their room, lugging the backpack that contained her clothes. She didn't have anything to fear. Freddy wasn't real. He was not real.
Somehow, the repetition failed to comfort her.
Later that night, as the girl stretched out on the somewhat rough bed in her cuddly pajamas, the fears from earlier echoed in her head. She tried to laugh at herself as she traced patterns in the slightly stained ceiling with her eyes. Everything would be just fine.
Still, sleep didn't come. Not right away. Eventually she got up and went to her backpack, digging through it. Sleeping trouble wasn't too new, not on a day when she had gotten to be active. That was easily remedied, though.
She found a small tin and quietly left the room, downstairs to the kitchen, trying not to question why the layout was so familiar. It fit. It looked almost the same as the movie, albeit different furniture.
'It's here for the tourism,' she told herself. 'I mean, what horror freak wouldn't think this was great? If you weren't freaking out, you'd be having the time of your life.'
Faye filled a cup with hot water, opened the tin and dropping a bag of tea in. Admittedly, the girl wasn't sure if this was allowed, but as she slowly went back to her room, she figured that washing the cup would negate any trouble.
It was chamomile tea, with other odds and ends to make it soothing, and by the time she was halfway finished, she could feel her eyes drooping. Her earlier fears mostly forgotten, she settled back down, bundling herself up in the comforting and finally drifting off to sleep.
She woke to a chanting. She could hear voices, little kids voices, and she groaned, digging her face into the pillow. It couldn't be time to get up, not yet. What there they doing? She lifted her head, just enough to hear.
"1, 2, Freddy's coming for you
3, 4, Better lock your door
5, 6 Grab your crucifix
7, 8, better stay up late
9, 10, Never sleep again."
No. No no no no. This was a prank. It had to be a prank.
She shot up into a sitting position and glanced around, the remainders of sleep fleeing as panic shot through her. A cold breeze kissed her cheek and she shivered, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. The girl could see the house, old, decrepit, and in the front yard were the children. Three girls were skipping rope while the others tossed a ball. It was slow, as if they hadn't quite gotten the energy to move quickly.
Faye tried to calm herself. "It's just a dream, it's just a dream," she whispered, trying to convince herself that, yes, though this was Freddy's place it wasn't really Freddy's. It was just a construct of her own mind, as concerned as she was.
Either way, she wouldn't go near the house. The girl moved from the bed and stood, wincing at the rough street beneath her. She glanced down, and moved to roll up the sleeves of her pajama pants, so she wouldn't trip.
And then she ran.
It was only a few minutes, and she supposed she had to be thankful that her feet were somewhat rough from sports. It kept them from getting torn up, at least. Running was good, it was something familiar to her, and it helped to calm her.
At least it did until she ran into something and bounced off, landing on her back. She looked up to see an all too familiar door, and she tried to scramble backwards to get away. Before she made it more than a few inches, however, it opened. The wind picked up, grabbing at her hair, body, clothes, and pulled her in.
The door slammed shut behind her, and she was left in lighting hardly bright enough to see in.
Faye looked around. It didn't seem like anybody else was there, and she stood, wincing at the pain from falling. It wasn't too much to her, not after being smacked with a few soft balls here and there, so she decided to try and figure a way out. Downstairs would be the basement, somewhere she did not want to go. Instead, she tried to opposite. Upstairs.
She eventually reached a door and tried the knob, only to find that it was locked. Of course it was. She shouldn't have expected it to be that easy. Cursing, she turned to see. . . The boiler room. Dream logic, of course.
"Calm down, Faye." She whispered, her voice making her feel a little more solid and a little less shaky. "Calm down. Don't be afraid." The girl began to descend the stairs, carefully. Freaking out was the last thing she needed. If this was real, then it would only be what he wanted.
An eerie screeching sound, metal on metal, filled her ears. It sounded like it was coming from just behind her, and she couldn't resist. The girl turned to look and was met with an empty catwalk. Nothing there. It was only when she turned back forward that she was face to face with the dream demon himself.
The movies couldn't do him justice. He had a tattered fedora on his head, tilted to cover his face, and a green and red striped sweater, and that much was expected. His skin was burned beyond what anybody could do with makeup, and the smell of burnt flesh and hair seemed to radiate off him. There was one last thing, one final trademark, and her eyes drifted down to his hand.
Four blades glinted back at her.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked, voice echoing as he chuckled. "Looks like this piggy wandered into the wrong pen. How do you think we should handle that, hmm? I have the perfect idea."
She felt the floor drop from under her, and with nothing to hang onto, she fell for something that felt much longer than it actually could have been. She landed on her back, hard, the air forcing itself out of her lungs from the impact. It took her almost a minute of gasping and wheezing before she could breath again.
Once she could, she looked up. The hole had either closed, or was too far up to see. It wasn't an exit anymore. There had to be something, though. Freddy, who she couldn't continue convincing herself wasn't real, liked playing with his food. He'd put something there if only to taunt her.
Faye put her hands to the floor to lift herself up. Something touched her hand, and she screamed as thousands of little things started crawling up her arms, and into her sleeves. She managed to push herself up to her feet and run from the swarm, batting what she could off with her hands until they were gone and the only thing left was an itchy reminder.
She couldn't go back that way, not without heavy shoes and some bug spray. It was nearly pitch black under there, though, so she held up her hands and tried to feel her way forward.
A hand closed around her arm and another scream burst free as she tried to get away. It didn't work, and she was slammed into a wall, demon looming over her with a sick grin on his face.
"Clumsy girl, aren't we? Falling into my little ant farm." He snickered. "You hurt some of my pets. I'll just have to teach you a lesson." He reached over, lightly running a blade over her bare arm. It cut a thin line, blood oozing out. It hurt, it stung just like any other cut, and any illusions about this being a normal dream shattered.
She kicked forward, her foot connecting with something that, even to a demon, apparently hurt very badly. He let go and she turned to run, stumbling blindly away. Anything was better than being there, right next to him.
Eventually, however, she tripped. Something caught her food, something that wrapped around and gripped her ankles so she couldn't get up. Footsteps slowly approached, metallic screeching echoed through the room, and she curled up to try and protect her stomach and chest, the more delicate organs.
"You really think that's going to help?" She felt something brush her arms, and they ripped them up and away, stretching her out on what now appeared to be a table. A lamp appeared over her and she blinked and strained away from the light. It burned after so long it the dark.
"Believe me," he muttered, running a claw up down her shirt, clinking it against the buttons, "I would love to make this last longer. But I don't get many toys, and I don't want you getting free. Not when I'm so close." The blade moved back up and stopped over her heart. He drew his hand back, and-
She felt a horrible pain. It made her want to scream, but the most she could force out was a pathetic whimper. Was this it? Was this death?
It took her a few moments to realize that it wasn't. She was still alive, still wrapped up in the blankets.
The pain was coming from her leg, not her chest. She opened her eyes, and was met with the dark room, not a bright light. The pain in her leg was agony, though. The girl forced herself to stand up, grinding her heel into the ground. It forced the muscle to relax and the pain faded. There, that was better.
When it was over, she looked down at herself. She had to know if it was real or not.
And she saw a cut on her arm. She saw a hole in her shirt, right over her heart. It had been real.
The girl giggled at her near escape, the laughter building up until it tried to take over. It had been real, but she escaped. She'd survived an encounter with Freddy Fucking Krueger.
For once, she didn't complain about the cramp in her leg.
She didn't sleep again that night. She went to clean up her arm, bandaging it with a little first aid kit that was left in the bathroom. Cold water soaked what blood made it onto the garments out, and she changed into her jeans and a nice casual t-shirt, balling the clothes in the bag and hiding them deep in her backpack afterwards.
Her parents woke up to her reading a manga, and after asking if she'd been up all night, (to which she said no, she'd only woken up about half an hour before them) they went to have breakfast. It was delicious, eggs, bacon and waffles, and she made sure to thank their hostess for the meal.
They left after, and Faye couldn't help but enjoy the slight bit of boredom. Her phone had been charging over the night, and she debated texting a few people, finally settling on sending her best friend a message stating only "Have I got a story for you."
They rest of the drive was shorter, only about two hours, and as they pulled off the road and down the dirt trail, she smiled at the trees. Camping wouldn't be too bad. It would be nice and relaxing, and she could spend more time with her parents. Really, it was a win-win.
That was what she thought, at least. That was what she thought right up until she saw the sign, and then all thoughts of mirth and joy flew out the window.
Because the sign read "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake."