Post by corvette1710 on Dec 18, 2015 17:51:03 GMT
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The sound was more than Sam could bear, a shrill screech of metal on metal. She knew it to be his claws, knives tipping the gloves that he used to torment her.
She covered her ears, even though she knew it to be futile. His presence permeated her mind and she couldn’t keep him out.
“Don’t try to hide from me, Sam. I know you better than you do now. Freddy doesn’t lose some wannabe Goth bitch in his own domain.”
Sam hated his voice. It was tinny and nasal, and he spewed hatred for her whenever she could hear him, which was always.
The sounds stopped abruptly, and she cowered in a locker. She closed the door, reaching out for the handle.
In a flash the claws had marked four parallel slashes into her wrist.
Sam awoke in a flash, sweating. She could still smell the factory, the persistent taste of metal. She looked around. It was five minutes to six; she had only five minutes left until her alarm clock rang.
Her bed was damp from sweat, but she could feel a different liquid, and a heat from her arm.
It couldn’t be…
She looked to her wrist and sure enough, four deep grooves had been carved into it.
She screamed.
***
“Just… ever since we moved to Elm Lane, I’ve been having these dreams,” Sam explained, picking at her food. The gauze on her arm was bloodstained and attracting attention from most of the lunchroom. No one had had the courage to come up and talk to Sam about it yet, but it was only a matter of time.
“Like in Nightmerica 3: Real Nightmerican?” Tucker asked, beeping away at his PDA before showing Sam and Danny an identical wound from the movie.
Danny frowned. “This is serious, Tucker. Sam’s actually hurt, from something in her dreams. Or… something else. I don’t know.”
“He had these claws—not really claws, but knives attached to the end of his glove. They’re what left these marks. He said his name was Freddy.”
“That’s just like Teddy Cougar, in Nightmerica.”
“Tucker, please. This is freaking me out. I haven’t slept in a week. That’s significant; I know about ghosts. Like, apocalyptic prophecies that are almost guaranteed to end the world.” Sam glanced around. “This guy didn’t have the aura of ghost, more this darkness surrounding him. He was definitely dead—he looked like he was burnt to a crisp.”
Danny’s frown deepened. “Okay, Tucker: Find out whatever you can about this guy, and don’t say anything else about Nightmerica. I’ll keep watch over Sam tonight to make sure this guy doesn’t come back for her.”
Tucker nodded. “Alright. I’ll see what I can dig up.”
Sam forced a smile, though she only felt marginally safer.
***
“Alright Sam, I’m here,” Danny whispered. He was Danny Phantom right now, and before he could even tap on her window, she’d opened it and ushered him in.
“Just sit here on the chair and don’t move.” Sam turned out the light. The room plunged into darkness.
Three hours in, it was one in the morning. Danny was having a hard time staying awake. Occasionally, he’d look out the window. It was during one of these occasions that he heard Sam stir and mutter.
He turned to look at her and found her in a cold sweat.
“Sam. Sam!” He shook her to no avail.
He hadn’t wanted to have to do this, but now there was no other choice.
He possessed Sam.
After a brief spell of darkness, he found himself within an old factory complex. The entire place glowed red, and there was a tension to the air he couldn’t place.
“Sam?” He walked around, his breath clouding from the cold in the boiler room.
He heard whimpering from a nearby locker and opened it to find Sam, tucked into a fetal position and shivering from the cold. Her eyes were wild and she seemed to be looking through him.
“Danny… behind you…” she managed to get out before wrenching herself away from him, pressing herself further into the darkest corner of the locker.
Danny turned to find a man, just like the one Sam had described at lunch, standing behind him. His skin was horribly burned, and Danny could see knives tipping his fingers on a gloved hand.
“…Hi. I’m guessing you’re Freddy?” Danny stepped back, away from the man. Truth be told, he was terrifying—not imposing by stature but by presence.
“The one and only,” he replied with distaste, rap-tap-tapping his blades against the balustrade on his right with a sneer. He looked over the side to the ground several stories below. “You’re Mr. ‘I wear the tights, I own this town’?” he asked, his gaze returning to meet Danny’s stare.
“You betcha.”
Danny found himself unnerved by this man’s eyes: He could see nothing but contempt and hatred in them. Their glassy black surfaces reflected his own glowing green irises like an inky mirror.
“You know who I am?” Freddy took a step closer, leaning in as if he were going to hang onto every word of Danny’s response.
“Freddy—“
“Yes, but do you know what I do?” Freddy took another step closer, hunching forward in a predatory crouch. “I filet little dipshit kids like you and your girlfriend. They called me the Amity Park Predator. Maybe it was a little before your time, but I hear I’m a sleeper hit these days.” Freddy flashed a smile and Danny could see his teeth were sharpened to points.
Freddy dragged his fingers along the metal bannister as he walked slowly closer, his claws eliciting a horrendous screech and emitting sparks wherever his fingers trailed.
Danny grit his teeth against the sound. He could feel it shaking his bones, a thunderous, shrill noise that rocked him to the core.
Two can play at this game.
Danny opened his mouth and out moaned a sorrowful wail, an overarching tone of powerful misery that dropped the platform they were standing on and destroyed the interior of the factory beyond. Freddy lost his balance and toppled into a vat of boiling chemicals below the walkway.
Danny didn’t want to see what came next. He immediately turned and scooped Sam into his arms. She was frail now—the bags under her eyes were darker than her usual shade of eyeshadow. He shook her with muttered please’s.
Her eyes fluttered open and suddenly they were in her room again.
***
The next day at lunch, all eyes were again on Sam.
Today Dash Baxter had the courage to come up and ask if everything was alright. Sam shook her head and waved him off with an “I’m fine.” When he left she laid her head on her crossed forearms and looked tiredly at Danny and Tucker.
“Well… since we know who he is now, we might be able to stop him faster,” Tucker suggested. “He said he was the Amity Park Predator, right? That was only like, fifteen years ago. He was vile—he killed dozens of kids our age and younger over the course of a couple years. One of the most prolific serial killers in the U.S.”
He scrolled down his PDA’s screen using his stylus. “Says here he was burned to death at the old chemical plant.” Tucker paused, confused. “Amity Park doesn’t have a chemical plant where this says it does. Its address is where the Nasty Burger is.”
Danny and Sam yawned in unison.
“I was scouring the Ghost Zone all night after I drove him off—no one there knows anything. The only one with anything to say was Nocturne, and he wasn’t especially helpful. He just said something about a ‘Dream Realm,’ looked around like someone was going to attack him, and vanished.”
Tucker glanced at Sam.
“She’s asleep, Danny. You think she’s safe?”
Danny’s mouth formed a tight line. “No.” He shook her awake. She murmured groggily in reply, trying to get back to sleep.
“You can’t right now, Sam. Who knows when this guy will come back?” Danny tried to reason with her, but Sam was adamant that she needed to sleep. Without a word, she leaned her head back onto her arms and was taken by sleep.
Danny glanced at Tucker. “I guess I’m taking watch again tonight. English homework will have to wait. If you’re feeling up to it, you should check out the Nasty Burger, see if you can find anything about the old chemical plant. I’ve gotta stay with Sam to make sure Freddy doesn’t get her.”
Tucker nodded, picking up his bags and heading to class as the lunch bell rang.
The lunchroom emptied, and Danny and Sam were left alone. It was cool in the lunchroom by Danny’s standards, but Sam had started to sweat in her sleep, and she shivered after a few moments.
Danny looked around a moment to be sure they were alone before quickly going ghost and overshadowing Sam while she slept.
Unto the darkness of sleep was born a red-lighted factory, with Sam in the very same locker. Danny stopped short of her as she again looked through him at something else.
He turned to find Freddy’s claws slashing downward for his head. He went intangible almost immediately and tried to dodge, but before he could do the former, the blades bit into his shoulder. Green ectoplasm flowed from the wound and Danny screamed. The pain was most definitely real.
Danny lashed out with a hook, catching Freddy on his chin and sending him through one of the gargantuan machines that littered the place. The searing pain in his shoulder sent him to the ground, grimacing.
The shadows around Danny reformed, however, and Freddy stood again in front of him, no worse for wear but now in the coal black of his eyes were a fire.
“I’m going to flay you, kid.”
*****
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/120/freddy-krueger
This is an amalgamation of Freddy from the original series of movies and from New Nightmare (where he’s an actual demon, not just empowered by some).
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/1406/danny-phantom
This is Danny two years after the end of the series, discounting Phantom Planet where everyone learned his secret identity.
Tell me who wins!
Sorry if the pictures at the beginning are too big, by the way. I just wanted to show you guys what I imagined the characters looked like while I was writing.
