The nightmare before us - part 2/2
Title: The nightmare before us - part 2/2
Author name: mistake_arrest aka A
Beta: The always glorious easilyglorious <3
Prompt: #6
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Belldom, Dom/OC
Summary: (beginning from the original prompt) Matt and Dom are dating. Dom's a shy, young man that lacks self-confidence because his last relationships all ended in his partners leaving him for one reason or another. Matt's working really hard to make Dom trust him and finally, finally, Dom asks him to move in together.
A couple of days before them moving in Dom calls Matt to an abandoned building with a strange excuse. And that's when things start going horribly wrong...
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom and none of this really happened, surprisingly.
Warnings: Creepy behaviour, a bit of gore and violence.
Notes: I hope the POV thing is not too confusing to anyone. In any case, I hope you enjoy! It was fun to write and I've never taken part in anything like this horror fest before, thanks for making it possible! Thank you to my amazing beta and also big thanks to the person who posted the original prompt :) <3
Part 1
DOM:
I must be dreaming again. I don’t like this at all.
I suppose this time I haven’t seen the signs. Usually when my relationships are about to come to an end I sense something beforehand but this time everything has gone so smoothly.
Until now.
I know the signs by now. I have a very vivid dream about doing something disgustingly horrifying to my boyfriends and the next day when I’m awake, I receive a letter from them explaining how they have no choice but to leave me.
It’s the kind of sixth sense I would prefer to not have, I suppose.
I told Matt about these dreams the other week and he’d thought it was really interesting. He’s really fascinated by that kind of stuff and he said it made me even more interesting in his eyes. He hadn’t seemed worried at all that our relationship would end in the same way.
I’d wanted to believe that too but now, I’m forced to face my scary dream once world again. Matt is in front of me, perched on the ground and looking white as a sheet. If that was the reality, I would kneel down beside him and comfort him, but this dream me… he doesn’t seem to follow the commands I try to give him.
No, quite the contrary. In the dream my hand goes into my pocket and finds something hard there. It’s a knife.
No, no no. Nono. Not that one, that was just for cutting flowers for Matt on my way home, right? Can’t see any flowers here so I can’t imagine what I would do with it…
…holy fucking shit! Is there a way to make yourself wake up from a bad dream?
MATT:
It fucking hurts and all I can think of is that this can’t be my Dom and that I need to get out of here as quick as I can.
I glance down at my side, at the gaping wound he’s just made in my flesh and I sniffle. The body that I’m still sitting on has given way under me and has kind of… spread out on the floor, leaving me sitting on hard surface. I have to act quickly because I know I don't have much time - the blood is running down onto the floor, making a thick mess alarmingly fast.
Dom is rummaging through some things in the corner now, muttering to himself every once in a while. He looks confused, as if he is going through some sort of internal struggle.
Suddenly he bolts up and attacks me. He’s not that much bigger than me but his teeth are sharp like glass and he bites down hard on my arm, making me yell from pain. It’s incredible how much it actually hurts. To my advantage this sends some adrenalin in my veins and I push myself up, kicking him in the mouth as hard as I can. The sounds tells me I broke a tooth or two but I don’t care, as long as it gives me time to get away.
I turn to run into one of the side corridors lit up with torches, seeing a bit of more light in the end. Maybe this way leads outside.
Something makes a very unnatural groaning noise, followed by a loud thump.
I know that wasn’t a good sound. Suddenly something grabs my ankle and holds it very tight, making me fall face first onto the stone floor.
“The fuck is this place?” I mumble and feel the warm blood cover my upper lip, and then my chin. Damn, I must have broken my nose or something. “Get off me,” I shout and kick with my feet as hard as I can. Finally, following a stomach turning sound of bones breaking whatever is holding onto me lets go and I run without looking back.
I run and run, past the bodies - or what little is left of them - of Nate, David and Frank, I assume. They have been left hanging on the wall off ropes, candles giving them a horrifying glow in the dark corridor. It’s as if they are looking at me with their empty eyes saying I was an idiot for coming here in the first place. Maybe they’re even welcoming me into their rather lifeless group.
Hell no.
Finally I see some light at the end of the corridor. It must be a streetlight, or one of the lamps in the garden I saw earlier when I came. I run out, feel the fresh air hit me on the face as if I’d never felt anything like it before.
I run and run until I can’t breathe anymore, I dial 999 and pass out on the wet grass.
DOM:
I wake up covered in cold sweat. Is it over? The dream I just had? I’m suspicious because usually in my dream I end up killing my boyfriend and this time he’d managed to escape. I can’t remember the details of the dream but the last thing I do remember is Matt running for his life.
Woah, my jaw really hurts. What’s happened? I get up from inside my warm covers, slide my feet into my slippers and pad into the bathroom.
I must have hit myself pretty hard in my sleep because I’ve chipped at least two of my teeth and my whole bottom jaw feels like I’ve just miserably lost a game of boxing.
My phone rings just when I’m trying to clean up my battered face.
“Dominic Howard,” I reply dabbing the corner of my mouth with some antiseptic.
A young female voice is in the other end. “This is Doris Jameson from St. Gilbert’s hospital, good morning. Can I just get a confirmation that this is Dominic Howard I’m speaking with, living in 241 Daffodil Road?”
“Yes, that is correct. Did you say you’re calling from a hospital? What’s happened?” I can feel my heart beat faster. A lady from a hospital is hardly going to give me any good news. Is it Mom? She’s had problems with her heart before, I’m sure it’s her. From the mirror I can see my face go white as a sheet.
“I’m calling about your partner, Matthew Bellamy. He was brought in last night with some minor bruises and he has been asking about you.”
My heart sinks. This is not happening. “Matt? Bruised? What has happened? Did somebody attack him?”
“Yes, we believe so. He has some signs of a struggle and the police are investigating the case as suspected assault. It is nothing you should be worried about. With some care and love he will be as good as new. He would like to see you now, though, so that is why I’m calling. Could you come here and pick him up?”
“Yes, yes, of course I can. I’ll be there as soon as I can!” I say and hang up, my thoughts going to the dream I had last night. How strange. Could it be that he tried to telepathically ask for my help when I was sleeping? I know Matt believes in that sort of stuff but I’m not too sure about it.
MATT:
Everything hurts and I don’t really want to open my eyes. The light assaulting my eyes through my eyelids is painful enough. I move my arm and wince. The bastard bit it really hard. Not hard enough to leave clear tooth marks but the pain is enough to remind me of the force.
It turned out that my nose isn’t broken - thank fuck because it’s been broken before and as a result it’s crooked enough as it is. It was pretty easy to tell the police that someone had attacked me on my night-time walk with a knife. I told them I managed to run away but in the process I fell down and hit my face on the ground.
I can’t remember much of how I got in the hospital in the end. I remember dialing 999 and after that everything is a blur. But I’m here now, safe and alive, and they’ve told me I’ll be fine, and that they will try to catch whoever did this to me.
The thing is, I know who it was and I don’t want them to catch him, hence my brilliant cover up story.
You see, I’ve always been fascinated by supernatural things, ever since my mother introduced me to an Ouija board when I was nine years old. I’ve done a lot of research on how a mind works and I’ve read tales of how split personalities work. I don’t buy the conventional explanation of how there are always mental problems behind such things - no, I believe that an evil spirit can plant itself into anyone’s body and mind, and work their evil like that.
That must have happened with Dom. Because let’s face it, even though the person I had an encounter with last night looked like Dom and his voice sounded like Dom… he wasn’t Dom. I’m hundred percent sure of that.
I want to see him now. Struggling I open my eyes and reach to my left with my unharmed arm, knowing there should be a glass of juice somewhere on the table next to me.
It feels amazingly refreshing and despite the pain that seems to be all over my body, I have to smile.
“You look good.”
I jump a little when I hear his words, soft as ever. I missed that tone of voice.
“I do?” I grin now as I see him approach. “I feel like shit so you came at the perfect time to tell me that.”
He sits down on the bed and puts his hand over mine and I see his face properly. Wow, he looks like he has been in a fight. I suppose technically he has, even though it was someone else taking over his body. I reach out to touch his jaw and he winces.
“Ugh, don’t do that,” he says smiling apologetically. “And don’t ask, I don’t know how that happened. I had really weird dreams last night and must have hit myself in my sleep or something.”
Suddenly I get it. He doesn’t know.
Stupid me. Of course he doesn’t. He thinks he’s been dreaming.
“Yeah, you can be a bit of a violent sleeper sometimes,” I laugh and he smiles weakly at me.
“I guess so.” He looks at my nose and touches the side of it lightly. “Are you okay? I talked with a policeman and he said they’d found you in a really strange place very far from home. I thought you’d be busy packing your stuff all evening, otherwise I would’ve invited you over.”
Oh, if he only knew.
“I… yeah. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I think I wanted to just walk in peace and quiet and I guess I walked a bit too far in my thoughts. Some homeless guy came to me and wanted my money and when I didn’t want give it to him, he hurt me a bit with his pocket knife. I ran off and you know how clumsy I can be; I fell down and that’s how this happened,” I say pointing at my nose. “But it’s okay, seriously, don’t look at me like that! I’m fine,” I assure him, deciding that now is not the right moment to tell the truth.
“If you say so,” he says and brushes some of my hair off my forehead. I really, really want to kiss him but he isn’t finished yet. “And the guy? Did they catch him?”
“No, and I doubt they will. I don’t care really. The only thing I care about right now is that I’m okay and here.” And he probably has no idea of how much I mean what I say right now. “And that you’re here and we’re fine.”
Now, without another word he kisses me and I just know that he’s my Dom now, not that other one who wanted to hurt me. We lay in my bed for a long time, drifting off to light slumber every once in a while and chatting about random things and our future. We also talk about Dom’s bad dreams that he tends to have before a breakup and I laugh and say he’s silly because I would never break up with him. After a few hours I get the permission to go home.
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A week later I’m standing at the edge of that same forest. The place looks so different in daylight but the smell is still there. My hand fidgets inside my right pocket, fiddling with the bottle of gasoline and the matches I have with me.
We officially moved in earlier this week and it’s been wonderful so far. I know I’m probably repeating myself here but I can’t believe how lucky I am to wake up next to my favourite person every day. He makes even mornings bearable and he makes my every day a happy adventure. I want it to stay that way forever.
I couldn’t stand it if they found out what that evil soul made Dom do. They would take him away and accuse him of terrible things that technically he didn’t even do.
Suddenly I get goose bumps all over my body and I can feel its presence. In a way it makes me glad considering what I am about to do.
I walk closer to the house and look around; making sure no one is around to see me. I open the bottle and pour some of the liquid in the corner of the old house. The rest of the gasoline I throw on the door - that door that I know buries all those secrets behind it that hopefully only I know.
I light the match and throw it at the door without thinking any further. Watching the flames grow huge I back off.
It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off me. Hopefully all of this can be left behind.
When I turn around I can hear a scream; the same one that heard screaming my name when I escaped the cellar a week ago. Its presence feels weaker and weaker by the second and finally, finally I know it’s completely gone.
I killed it. No more jealous side personas or evil spirits.
In the following days I’m surprised to see no mention of any fire in the local media. Curious, I walk back the scene to find…
… absolutely nothing. No sign of a house, no sign of a fire whatsoever. How can it be?
Furrowing my brows I turn around and I’m just about to walk away when I see something white lying on the grass a bit further towards the forest.
I walk to it and grab it. It’s a letter addressed to no one and it’s completely unharmed even though it has been placed on the spot where the supposed fire was raging earlier.
With shaky hands I rip it open and stare at the short message written on it by hand.
Revenge is sweet. We’ll meet again.
My heart skips a beat or two but I decide to rip the letter in small pieces. It’s probably just some kid playing around.
Or is it?
Author name: mistake_arrest aka A
Beta: The always glorious easilyglorious <3
Prompt: #6
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Belldom, Dom/OC
Summary: (beginning from the original prompt) Matt and Dom are dating. Dom's a shy, young man that lacks self-confidence because his last relationships all ended in his partners leaving him for one reason or another. Matt's working really hard to make Dom trust him and finally, finally, Dom asks him to move in together.
A couple of days before them moving in Dom calls Matt to an abandoned building with a strange excuse. And that's when things start going horribly wrong...
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom and none of this really happened, surprisingly.
Warnings: Creepy behaviour, a bit of gore and violence.
Notes: I hope the POV thing is not too confusing to anyone. In any case, I hope you enjoy! It was fun to write and I've never taken part in anything like this horror fest before, thanks for making it possible! Thank you to my amazing beta and also big thanks to the person who posted the original prompt :) <3
Part 1
DOM:
I must be dreaming again. I don’t like this at all.
I suppose this time I haven’t seen the signs. Usually when my relationships are about to come to an end I sense something beforehand but this time everything has gone so smoothly.
Until now.
I know the signs by now. I have a very vivid dream about doing something disgustingly horrifying to my boyfriends and the next day when I’m awake, I receive a letter from them explaining how they have no choice but to leave me.
It’s the kind of sixth sense I would prefer to not have, I suppose.
I told Matt about these dreams the other week and he’d thought it was really interesting. He’s really fascinated by that kind of stuff and he said it made me even more interesting in his eyes. He hadn’t seemed worried at all that our relationship would end in the same way.
I’d wanted to believe that too but now, I’m forced to face my scary dream once world again. Matt is in front of me, perched on the ground and looking white as a sheet. If that was the reality, I would kneel down beside him and comfort him, but this dream me… he doesn’t seem to follow the commands I try to give him.
No, quite the contrary. In the dream my hand goes into my pocket and finds something hard there. It’s a knife.
No, no no. Nono. Not that one, that was just for cutting flowers for Matt on my way home, right? Can’t see any flowers here so I can’t imagine what I would do with it…
…holy fucking shit! Is there a way to make yourself wake up from a bad dream?
MATT:
It fucking hurts and all I can think of is that this can’t be my Dom and that I need to get out of here as quick as I can.
I glance down at my side, at the gaping wound he’s just made in my flesh and I sniffle. The body that I’m still sitting on has given way under me and has kind of… spread out on the floor, leaving me sitting on hard surface. I have to act quickly because I know I don't have much time - the blood is running down onto the floor, making a thick mess alarmingly fast.
Dom is rummaging through some things in the corner now, muttering to himself every once in a while. He looks confused, as if he is going through some sort of internal struggle.
Suddenly he bolts up and attacks me. He’s not that much bigger than me but his teeth are sharp like glass and he bites down hard on my arm, making me yell from pain. It’s incredible how much it actually hurts. To my advantage this sends some adrenalin in my veins and I push myself up, kicking him in the mouth as hard as I can. The sounds tells me I broke a tooth or two but I don’t care, as long as it gives me time to get away.
I turn to run into one of the side corridors lit up with torches, seeing a bit of more light in the end. Maybe this way leads outside.
Something makes a very unnatural groaning noise, followed by a loud thump.
I know that wasn’t a good sound. Suddenly something grabs my ankle and holds it very tight, making me fall face first onto the stone floor.
“The fuck is this place?” I mumble and feel the warm blood cover my upper lip, and then my chin. Damn, I must have broken my nose or something. “Get off me,” I shout and kick with my feet as hard as I can. Finally, following a stomach turning sound of bones breaking whatever is holding onto me lets go and I run without looking back.
I run and run, past the bodies - or what little is left of them - of Nate, David and Frank, I assume. They have been left hanging on the wall off ropes, candles giving them a horrifying glow in the dark corridor. It’s as if they are looking at me with their empty eyes saying I was an idiot for coming here in the first place. Maybe they’re even welcoming me into their rather lifeless group.
Hell no.
Finally I see some light at the end of the corridor. It must be a streetlight, or one of the lamps in the garden I saw earlier when I came. I run out, feel the fresh air hit me on the face as if I’d never felt anything like it before.
I run and run until I can’t breathe anymore, I dial 999 and pass out on the wet grass.
DOM:
I wake up covered in cold sweat. Is it over? The dream I just had? I’m suspicious because usually in my dream I end up killing my boyfriend and this time he’d managed to escape. I can’t remember the details of the dream but the last thing I do remember is Matt running for his life.
Woah, my jaw really hurts. What’s happened? I get up from inside my warm covers, slide my feet into my slippers and pad into the bathroom.
I must have hit myself pretty hard in my sleep because I’ve chipped at least two of my teeth and my whole bottom jaw feels like I’ve just miserably lost a game of boxing.
My phone rings just when I’m trying to clean up my battered face.
“Dominic Howard,” I reply dabbing the corner of my mouth with some antiseptic.
A young female voice is in the other end. “This is Doris Jameson from St. Gilbert’s hospital, good morning. Can I just get a confirmation that this is Dominic Howard I’m speaking with, living in 241 Daffodil Road?”
“Yes, that is correct. Did you say you’re calling from a hospital? What’s happened?” I can feel my heart beat faster. A lady from a hospital is hardly going to give me any good news. Is it Mom? She’s had problems with her heart before, I’m sure it’s her. From the mirror I can see my face go white as a sheet.
“I’m calling about your partner, Matthew Bellamy. He was brought in last night with some minor bruises and he has been asking about you.”
My heart sinks. This is not happening. “Matt? Bruised? What has happened? Did somebody attack him?”
“Yes, we believe so. He has some signs of a struggle and the police are investigating the case as suspected assault. It is nothing you should be worried about. With some care and love he will be as good as new. He would like to see you now, though, so that is why I’m calling. Could you come here and pick him up?”
“Yes, yes, of course I can. I’ll be there as soon as I can!” I say and hang up, my thoughts going to the dream I had last night. How strange. Could it be that he tried to telepathically ask for my help when I was sleeping? I know Matt believes in that sort of stuff but I’m not too sure about it.
MATT:
Everything hurts and I don’t really want to open my eyes. The light assaulting my eyes through my eyelids is painful enough. I move my arm and wince. The bastard bit it really hard. Not hard enough to leave clear tooth marks but the pain is enough to remind me of the force.
It turned out that my nose isn’t broken - thank fuck because it’s been broken before and as a result it’s crooked enough as it is. It was pretty easy to tell the police that someone had attacked me on my night-time walk with a knife. I told them I managed to run away but in the process I fell down and hit my face on the ground.
I can’t remember much of how I got in the hospital in the end. I remember dialing 999 and after that everything is a blur. But I’m here now, safe and alive, and they’ve told me I’ll be fine, and that they will try to catch whoever did this to me.
The thing is, I know who it was and I don’t want them to catch him, hence my brilliant cover up story.
You see, I’ve always been fascinated by supernatural things, ever since my mother introduced me to an Ouija board when I was nine years old. I’ve done a lot of research on how a mind works and I’ve read tales of how split personalities work. I don’t buy the conventional explanation of how there are always mental problems behind such things - no, I believe that an evil spirit can plant itself into anyone’s body and mind, and work their evil like that.
That must have happened with Dom. Because let’s face it, even though the person I had an encounter with last night looked like Dom and his voice sounded like Dom… he wasn’t Dom. I’m hundred percent sure of that.
I want to see him now. Struggling I open my eyes and reach to my left with my unharmed arm, knowing there should be a glass of juice somewhere on the table next to me.
It feels amazingly refreshing and despite the pain that seems to be all over my body, I have to smile.
“You look good.”
I jump a little when I hear his words, soft as ever. I missed that tone of voice.
“I do?” I grin now as I see him approach. “I feel like shit so you came at the perfect time to tell me that.”
He sits down on the bed and puts his hand over mine and I see his face properly. Wow, he looks like he has been in a fight. I suppose technically he has, even though it was someone else taking over his body. I reach out to touch his jaw and he winces.
“Ugh, don’t do that,” he says smiling apologetically. “And don’t ask, I don’t know how that happened. I had really weird dreams last night and must have hit myself in my sleep or something.”
Suddenly I get it. He doesn’t know.
Stupid me. Of course he doesn’t. He thinks he’s been dreaming.
“Yeah, you can be a bit of a violent sleeper sometimes,” I laugh and he smiles weakly at me.
“I guess so.” He looks at my nose and touches the side of it lightly. “Are you okay? I talked with a policeman and he said they’d found you in a really strange place very far from home. I thought you’d be busy packing your stuff all evening, otherwise I would’ve invited you over.”
Oh, if he only knew.
“I… yeah. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I think I wanted to just walk in peace and quiet and I guess I walked a bit too far in my thoughts. Some homeless guy came to me and wanted my money and when I didn’t want give it to him, he hurt me a bit with his pocket knife. I ran off and you know how clumsy I can be; I fell down and that’s how this happened,” I say pointing at my nose. “But it’s okay, seriously, don’t look at me like that! I’m fine,” I assure him, deciding that now is not the right moment to tell the truth.
“If you say so,” he says and brushes some of my hair off my forehead. I really, really want to kiss him but he isn’t finished yet. “And the guy? Did they catch him?”
“No, and I doubt they will. I don’t care really. The only thing I care about right now is that I’m okay and here.” And he probably has no idea of how much I mean what I say right now. “And that you’re here and we’re fine.”
Now, without another word he kisses me and I just know that he’s my Dom now, not that other one who wanted to hurt me. We lay in my bed for a long time, drifting off to light slumber every once in a while and chatting about random things and our future. We also talk about Dom’s bad dreams that he tends to have before a breakup and I laugh and say he’s silly because I would never break up with him. After a few hours I get the permission to go home.
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A week later I’m standing at the edge of that same forest. The place looks so different in daylight but the smell is still there. My hand fidgets inside my right pocket, fiddling with the bottle of gasoline and the matches I have with me.
We officially moved in earlier this week and it’s been wonderful so far. I know I’m probably repeating myself here but I can’t believe how lucky I am to wake up next to my favourite person every day. He makes even mornings bearable and he makes my every day a happy adventure. I want it to stay that way forever.
I couldn’t stand it if they found out what that evil soul made Dom do. They would take him away and accuse him of terrible things that technically he didn’t even do.
Suddenly I get goose bumps all over my body and I can feel its presence. In a way it makes me glad considering what I am about to do.
I walk closer to the house and look around; making sure no one is around to see me. I open the bottle and pour some of the liquid in the corner of the old house. The rest of the gasoline I throw on the door - that door that I know buries all those secrets behind it that hopefully only I know.
I light the match and throw it at the door without thinking any further. Watching the flames grow huge I back off.
It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off me. Hopefully all of this can be left behind.
When I turn around I can hear a scream; the same one that heard screaming my name when I escaped the cellar a week ago. Its presence feels weaker and weaker by the second and finally, finally I know it’s completely gone.
I killed it. No more jealous side personas or evil spirits.
In the following days I’m surprised to see no mention of any fire in the local media. Curious, I walk back the scene to find…
… absolutely nothing. No sign of a house, no sign of a fire whatsoever. How can it be?
Furrowing my brows I turn around and I’m just about to walk away when I see something white lying on the grass a bit further towards the forest.
I walk to it and grab it. It’s a letter addressed to no one and it’s completely unharmed even though it has been placed on the spot where the supposed fire was raging earlier.
With shaky hands I rip it open and stare at the short message written on it by hand.
Revenge is sweet. We’ll meet again.
My heart skips a beat or two but I decide to rip the letter in small pieces. It’s probably just some kid playing around.
Or is it?