FIC: Just a Little Silence
Fandom: The Frighteners
Part: 1 of ?
Pairing: Ghost!Milton/Lucy
Rated: T
Summary: Lucy returns to the hospital looking for some source of closure, but instead finds an old enemy who is just as lost as she is.
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It had been a little over a year since the madness of Patricia and Johnny's killing spree, and Lucy had still not entirely recovered from the incident. Frank had gone on to become one of the leading paranormal experts, leaving her alone most of the day while he was at work with little to do. It wasn't that she was lonely, she was used to being the 'housewife', she'd just developed this uncomfortable feeling with being by herself.
Who could blame her after the mess she'd been through? Her husband had been killed, Frank had been locked up and she'd almost died herself! Not to mention that awful Dammers man and his creepy cult theories.
She sighed as she slid on her pink coat and picked up her purse. She couldn't stay in the house right now, it was too secluded, to small. After a few misfiring sputters her car roared to life and she began a long drive to an undecided destination.
It hadn't all been bad, she'd met Frank. She'd fallen in love, but now...she wasn't as sure. Her last husband wasn't really the greatest guy either, and she increasingly worried that her track record would come back to haunt her.
Twenty minutes had passed before she found herself winding down the long decrepit road to the abandoned hospital. She hands stiffly gripped the wheel as familiar landmarks came into view. What was she doing? Why was she here? This place was the embodiement of all her fears, all her nightmares, so why was she so drawn to it?
She needed to conquer this...thing? Maybe...maybe she just needed to.
The engine fell quiet as she hopped out of the car with only the empty noise of her sneakers scuffing the soil to greet her. Her steps up to the doors were heavy ones, and she couldn't help but let out shaky breaths as she slid inside. It was almost like walking into the mouth of a monster.
Lucy wandered aimlessly among the halls, brushing away cobwebs and debris as her mind slowly but surely eased. There was nothing here. No more ghosts. Nothing that could harm her.
This fear was subsided even more when she humorously reminded herself that she could see such things now, that they were no longer the invisible phantoms they once were.
After a few minutes the corridors had begun to return to her, and she found herself going back through the places that still plagued her restless dreams. She reached a hallway, following it down until something made her freeze.
There, on the floor was the green-blue glow of a spirit who was laying on the floor, propped up against the wall. The closer she got to him, the colder the air became and she was surprised when she realized that he hadn't detected her presence.
She could see only his back, which was clothed in a heavy black coat. From what she could tell he was staring at the wall. The only thing adorning it was a large red-brown spot, that was splattered against the wall with an almost ghoulish brutality.
This...this was blood.
But who? She hadn't seen any of the hospital staff around, they'd all passed on. Then with a striking realization she stepped back instantly.
It was him. It was where he'd been killed, wasn't it? It'd make sense for him to be here but...why didn't he pass on?
The figure seemed to be at a standstill, completely fixated on the dried blood. After her terror subsided she suddenly felt the need to step forward. This man had put her through hell just as much as Bartlett had! He deserved to hear a piece of her mind!
She swallowed hard, and walked forward until she was right behind him. For a moment she wondered if he was even really there, as he still seemed fixated on the spot.
"D-Dammers...D-Dammers is that you?" she asked hesitantly, leaning forward until she could see him in profile.
His features were cold, and frozen, as his small beady black eyes were half lidded. They seemed frozen there, and for a moment she thought they were. His chest rose and fell lightly, as sign that he still hadn't managed to accept that he was fully dead.
He looked...hopeless. It was obvious by the temperature that he hadn't moved from that spot in some time. She noticed that her own breath had become visible in the cold.
"Dammers...Are you okay?" she asked.
Still no answer.
"Special Agent Dammers answer me!" she tried again, getting slightly aggrivated. She bit her lip as her mind mulled over the numerous ideas on how to wake him from his hyper-focused stupor. One idea came to mind, though she knew it probably wasn't the most considerate of ideas.
"God dammit Dammers I'm talking to you!" she shouted from behind him.
He 'came-to' with an audible yelp as he stumbled awkwardly forward against the wall.
"Dammers! Hello!! Pay attention to me you freak!" she screamed.
She almost immediately regretted it as he let out a strained shout. He seemed to bury himself in the corner, his hands clasping his ears desperately and his eyes wide as saucers. He seemed to be hyperventilating as he rocked slightly back and forth, as his eyes darted fearfully around the room.
Lucy backed up as she finally saw him in full view.
Dark circles lined his eyes as they whirled around the room frantically searching for any escape. Clearly his hysteria had made him forget that he was dead. His hair was messy, as the sweat made it stick to his head in a slimy way. There were visible tear stains on his cheeks, as well as small speckles of blood and dirt.
But the most striking thing about him was his shaking. The poor man was shaking like a leaf in winter.
She nervously bit her lip before working up the nerve to speak again.
"Dammers...Dammers it's me, Lucy." she tried stepping towards him.
His eyes seemed unable to focus on her, instead still shifting around on the floor as his mind desperately tried to figure out what was going on. Were they finally coming to get him? Was he going to be dragged to hell? He'd tried to hide so well, he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay here. He wanted to be safe! He-!
"Dammers...err, Milton. Milton, it's okay." she said suddenly taking his face in her hands, surprised by the fact that she could actually touch it. His face froze instantly, eyes looking at her with nothing but absolute terror as his body continued to be wracked by shaking.
"Milton....shhh...it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, shhh..." she soothed quietly, brushing a tear away from his face with her thumb.
He gawked at her for a long moment before his eyes shifted to the side again, suddenly unable to make eye contact.
"Milton, do you remember me? My name is Lucy. You put me through a lot of trouble before you died." she explained softly, not wanting to startle him again.
Still not able to look at her, he nodded silently, pulling his face from her hands. Another long pause fell upon them, and this time it was Milton who spoke.
"You're here to yell at me aren't you?" he said quietly. His voice was very hushed and cracked, he obviously hadn't said anything in a very long time.
"I'm not..." She paused, knowing that her original intention upon seeing him had been just that. To give him a piece of her mind, but now...
"I'm not here to yell at you." she said, sitting down in front of him. "But why are you here?" she asked. "Why haven't you...gone on?"
Milton looked at the floor for a few seconds, and she noticed that his tenseness while still very obvious had subsided immensely with her last comment. His black eyes finally struggled their way up to hers for only a moment, before fleeting again to the floor.
"I...I can't."
"Why?"
He bit his lip nervously as his eyes darted around the floor. The former FBI agent looked so small to her, so frightened. It was almost childish.
"I'm scared." he stated. "After my funeral, they started to chase me."
Lucy remembered Milton's funeral. It was a small affair, where only Sheriff Perry, Frank, and herself had been present. The sheriff had told them that he had no remaining family that cared enough about him to attend the ceremony, so that had left only those who knew him in the town attended. She remembered when Frank tried to further inquire about Dammers' family, Perry had simply shook his head and said, "They don't much care for him at all."
"What are you scared of?" she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his eye.
He fell quiet again. It was a long moment before he spoke again.
"They tried to drag me away, but I got loose. I didn't know where to go, so I came here..." he explained. "I can't go to the other side, I can't..."
Lucy stroked his hair again, noticing his anxiety beginning to grow. "But why can't you?" she soothed.
The silence fell again, as Milton tried to muster the courage to speak. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally did. But it was not the sentence that Lucy had been expecting.
"Because I'm going to hell."
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Part 2 will be posted when it's finished! :D I hope you all enjoyed this. :3
Part: 1 of ?
Pairing: Ghost!Milton/Lucy
Rated: T
Summary: Lucy returns to the hospital looking for some source of closure, but instead finds an old enemy who is just as lost as she is.
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It had been a little over a year since the madness of Patricia and Johnny's killing spree, and Lucy had still not entirely recovered from the incident. Frank had gone on to become one of the leading paranormal experts, leaving her alone most of the day while he was at work with little to do. It wasn't that she was lonely, she was used to being the 'housewife', she'd just developed this uncomfortable feeling with being by herself.
Who could blame her after the mess she'd been through? Her husband had been killed, Frank had been locked up and she'd almost died herself! Not to mention that awful Dammers man and his creepy cult theories.
She sighed as she slid on her pink coat and picked up her purse. She couldn't stay in the house right now, it was too secluded, to small. After a few misfiring sputters her car roared to life and she began a long drive to an undecided destination.
It hadn't all been bad, she'd met Frank. She'd fallen in love, but now...she wasn't as sure. Her last husband wasn't really the greatest guy either, and she increasingly worried that her track record would come back to haunt her.
Twenty minutes had passed before she found herself winding down the long decrepit road to the abandoned hospital. She hands stiffly gripped the wheel as familiar landmarks came into view. What was she doing? Why was she here? This place was the embodiement of all her fears, all her nightmares, so why was she so drawn to it?
She needed to conquer this...thing? Maybe...maybe she just needed to.
The engine fell quiet as she hopped out of the car with only the empty noise of her sneakers scuffing the soil to greet her. Her steps up to the doors were heavy ones, and she couldn't help but let out shaky breaths as she slid inside. It was almost like walking into the mouth of a monster.
Lucy wandered aimlessly among the halls, brushing away cobwebs and debris as her mind slowly but surely eased. There was nothing here. No more ghosts. Nothing that could harm her.
This fear was subsided even more when she humorously reminded herself that she could see such things now, that they were no longer the invisible phantoms they once were.
After a few minutes the corridors had begun to return to her, and she found herself going back through the places that still plagued her restless dreams. She reached a hallway, following it down until something made her freeze.
There, on the floor was the green-blue glow of a spirit who was laying on the floor, propped up against the wall. The closer she got to him, the colder the air became and she was surprised when she realized that he hadn't detected her presence.
She could see only his back, which was clothed in a heavy black coat. From what she could tell he was staring at the wall. The only thing adorning it was a large red-brown spot, that was splattered against the wall with an almost ghoulish brutality.
This...this was blood.
But who? She hadn't seen any of the hospital staff around, they'd all passed on. Then with a striking realization she stepped back instantly.
It was him. It was where he'd been killed, wasn't it? It'd make sense for him to be here but...why didn't he pass on?
The figure seemed to be at a standstill, completely fixated on the dried blood. After her terror subsided she suddenly felt the need to step forward. This man had put her through hell just as much as Bartlett had! He deserved to hear a piece of her mind!
She swallowed hard, and walked forward until she was right behind him. For a moment she wondered if he was even really there, as he still seemed fixated on the spot.
"D-Dammers...D-Dammers is that you?" she asked hesitantly, leaning forward until she could see him in profile.
His features were cold, and frozen, as his small beady black eyes were half lidded. They seemed frozen there, and for a moment she thought they were. His chest rose and fell lightly, as sign that he still hadn't managed to accept that he was fully dead.
He looked...hopeless. It was obvious by the temperature that he hadn't moved from that spot in some time. She noticed that her own breath had become visible in the cold.
"Dammers...Are you okay?" she asked.
Still no answer.
"Special Agent Dammers answer me!" she tried again, getting slightly aggrivated. She bit her lip as her mind mulled over the numerous ideas on how to wake him from his hyper-focused stupor. One idea came to mind, though she knew it probably wasn't the most considerate of ideas.
"God dammit Dammers I'm talking to you!" she shouted from behind him.
He 'came-to' with an audible yelp as he stumbled awkwardly forward against the wall.
"Dammers! Hello!! Pay attention to me you freak!" she screamed.
She almost immediately regretted it as he let out a strained shout. He seemed to bury himself in the corner, his hands clasping his ears desperately and his eyes wide as saucers. He seemed to be hyperventilating as he rocked slightly back and forth, as his eyes darted fearfully around the room.
Lucy backed up as she finally saw him in full view.
Dark circles lined his eyes as they whirled around the room frantically searching for any escape. Clearly his hysteria had made him forget that he was dead. His hair was messy, as the sweat made it stick to his head in a slimy way. There were visible tear stains on his cheeks, as well as small speckles of blood and dirt.
But the most striking thing about him was his shaking. The poor man was shaking like a leaf in winter.
She nervously bit her lip before working up the nerve to speak again.
"Dammers...Dammers it's me, Lucy." she tried stepping towards him.
His eyes seemed unable to focus on her, instead still shifting around on the floor as his mind desperately tried to figure out what was going on. Were they finally coming to get him? Was he going to be dragged to hell? He'd tried to hide so well, he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay here. He wanted to be safe! He-!
"Dammers...err, Milton. Milton, it's okay." she said suddenly taking his face in her hands, surprised by the fact that she could actually touch it. His face froze instantly, eyes looking at her with nothing but absolute terror as his body continued to be wracked by shaking.
"Milton....shhh...it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, shhh..." she soothed quietly, brushing a tear away from his face with her thumb.
He gawked at her for a long moment before his eyes shifted to the side again, suddenly unable to make eye contact.
"Milton, do you remember me? My name is Lucy. You put me through a lot of trouble before you died." she explained softly, not wanting to startle him again.
Still not able to look at her, he nodded silently, pulling his face from her hands. Another long pause fell upon them, and this time it was Milton who spoke.
"You're here to yell at me aren't you?" he said quietly. His voice was very hushed and cracked, he obviously hadn't said anything in a very long time.
"I'm not..." She paused, knowing that her original intention upon seeing him had been just that. To give him a piece of her mind, but now...
"I'm not here to yell at you." she said, sitting down in front of him. "But why are you here?" she asked. "Why haven't you...gone on?"
Milton looked at the floor for a few seconds, and she noticed that his tenseness while still very obvious had subsided immensely with her last comment. His black eyes finally struggled their way up to hers for only a moment, before fleeting again to the floor.
"I...I can't."
"Why?"
He bit his lip nervously as his eyes darted around the floor. The former FBI agent looked so small to her, so frightened. It was almost childish.
"I'm scared." he stated. "After my funeral, they started to chase me."
Lucy remembered Milton's funeral. It was a small affair, where only Sheriff Perry, Frank, and herself had been present. The sheriff had told them that he had no remaining family that cared enough about him to attend the ceremony, so that had left only those who knew him in the town attended. She remembered when Frank tried to further inquire about Dammers' family, Perry had simply shook his head and said, "They don't much care for him at all."
"What are you scared of?" she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his eye.
He fell quiet again. It was a long moment before he spoke again.
"They tried to drag me away, but I got loose. I didn't know where to go, so I came here..." he explained. "I can't go to the other side, I can't..."
Lucy stroked his hair again, noticing his anxiety beginning to grow. "But why can't you?" she soothed.
The silence fell again, as Milton tried to muster the courage to speak. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally did. But it was not the sentence that Lucy had been expecting.
"Because I'm going to hell."
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Part 2 will be posted when it's finished! :D I hope you all enjoyed this. :3