dream. [plotty]. (H&M)

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar always slept comfortably since she got here but today was a different story, she tossed and turned, breaking out into a cold sweat as she whimpered a bit. Nightmares were never nice to her, the ones she had when she was a child caused her to stay up for days on end. So, it's safe to say, that Sugar is not enjoying this dream, at all.

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[kill_on_elm]

She suddenly found herself in a playground. There was a light fog despite the brightness of the day. She could hear a sing-song rope-skipping tune from just around these bushes ...

[kill_on_elm]

Freddy tossed the little girl back to her bed and gutted her. Blood spattered everywhere as Freddy laughed.

[whiteabsolution]

"Christ!" Sugar muttered, feeling her stomach churn as she staggered backwards, nose and mouth still covered with her pale hand which wasn't even as pale as her face at the moment.

[kill_on_elm]

He turned back to her and stood up, green and red sweater clean miraculously. He doffed his fedora to her and said, "Allow me to introduce myself ..." He plunked his hat back on top of his burned head. "My name is Freddy Krueger."

[whiteabsolution]

She didn't care who he was, he made her want to vomit and run, or scream at him or something. Shuddering, she stepped back and ran into the wall, her eyes wide at him. "I don't sodding care who you are..." She snapped.

[kill_on_elm]

He was at her throat with his claws. "You should," he used a name she hadn't heard in years.

"Because I'm going to kill you if you don't do a little ... something ... for me."

He used his claw to cut down the center of her nightgown, the dull edge against her skin.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar squirmed, she never really cried but now she was, tears where running down her pale cheeks as he was around her throat with his claws; a claw running down her front. "What do you want?" She uttered in a barely audiable voice. He had used her name, her real name that no one but her Mum knew. That? Scared her more than anything.

[kill_on_elm]

"Tell them. They can't stop me. I'll kill all their children. Tell them my name."

[whiteabsolution]

"I will. Just let me go." Sugar's bottom lip quivered, eyes wide in fear. She would tell them, they might think she was crazy but she didn't care, she'd do her job so that he'd leave her alone.

[kill_on_elm]

He used her name again and caressed her cheek with the tip of one of his claws. "-- you're a good girl, you are ..." He looked down to her body now revealed by the slit nightdress. "A very good girl ..." He licked along his teeth laviciously.

[whiteabsolution]

Her eyes held disgust now, she had never been so disgusting by a man looking at her body before; not even the drunken fat ones that smelled putried. Never. "Let.Me.Go." You sodding bastard... Sugar thought angrily.

[kill_on_elm]

He frowned at her, a snarl curled his burned lips. "Think you're tough? All that attention you crave ... those men don't love you. They forget about you. At the end of the night, you're all alone!"

He pressed his claws into her skin below her waist, just above her pubic bone. "All alone, except for me."

He drew his claws up her skin, slicing easily through the upper layers of her epidermis to let blood flow. "First time's always a little ... messy!"

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar screamed loudly, the pain was ten times worse next to the pain she felt with the knife against her throat at fifteen - this pain was unbearable. Gasping, crying and screaming, she shot up in bed, and at seeing the blood over her skin, her split night gown, continued screaming. This was unlike any fear she had ever experience before.

[kilrenko]

Kilrenko woke when Sugar began to scream. She looked at the wounds - light and mostly superficial - and grabbed her room-mate's arm. "Shh! Calm down! They aren't that deep. Lie down, be still, okay?" She jumped up and ran to the hallway closet to grab a towel to press against Sugar's wounds.

[whiteabsolution]

Sobbing, Sugar fell back down into the bed at hearing Kilrenko's voice, which calmed her a bit, showing her that she was no longer in that nasty dream anymore with that nasty man. When the towel pressed against her skin, Sugar was muttering something about a man with claws, dead children...she probably sounded like a nut.

[kilrenko]

"Sugar, shh ... listen to me. Press the towel to your wounds, okay? I need you to stand up for me, please. I'm going to tape the towel in place, but you have to stand up."

She grabbed one of the pillows and put it on top of the towel as she talked.