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The Dream Trap	By : Flynnparadox Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 2545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twelve: Dr. Saunders' Reign of Terror
1
They parked in front of the strange, U-shaped building where Dr. Saunders' office was located. It was already almost nine but Jill was sure that her therapist would be there; she just knew it. This made things both easier and harder. Easier, because they didn't have to break in; Jill could just act like it was an emergency, which, under the circumstances, it actually was. Harder, because they would have to go through Dr. Saunders and either subdue her or come up with a really great - sublime, even - lie. Jill didn't want to hurt Dr. Saunders, she had been mostly helpful to the young woman.
Getting out of their cars, they met up in front of the building. It was isolated from the rest of the buildings around it, set out and separate.
"What's the plan?" Eric said.
"Well," Jill said, "I'll make up some kind of lie to the security guard at the front desk, get us inside the building."
"I don't think that's gonna fly," Eric said.
He indicated the baseball bat Gale held in one hand. She slapped it against her open palm again and again.
"Hey," she said, "there has to be a plan B."
"So you're saying I can't make up a good lie?" Jill said.
"What are you going to say?" Gale said.
"I have no idea. Let's just see what comes out of my mouth."
She pushed open the front doors, stepped inside. Now was not the time for hesitating. The rest of them followed her. The lobby of the building was not too dissimilar to any modern office building: large and spacious, with a little furniture and a security desk set back a ways, near the back of the building by the elevators and the stairwell. Jill stopped abruptly, causing Gale to bump into her.
"What is it?" Gale said.
"Look," Jill said.
The others saw what she meant: the security desk was empty. They looked around, didn't see anyone.
"He on a piss break?" Eric said.
"Maybe," Jill said, though she was unsure, suspicious.
They all cautiously approached the security desk, took a quick look behind it. Nothing. Jill shook her head.
"This feels wrong," she said.
"I say we don't let it bother us," Eric said. "Let's just go up."
"Yeah," Tiffany said.
"Jill," Gale said, "he might be taking a dump or something. Let's go."
Jill nodded.
"Okay," she said.
"Elevators?" Eric said.
"No," Jill said, "we take the stairs."
They headed to the stairwell, all of them filing inside, leaving the lobby empty once again. Though they had a quick look behind the security desk before they left, they did not see the security guard, stuffed under the desk, blocked by his chair, which had been pushed up against his flabby body. He was dead, a metal pen stuck in the back of his neck. His mouth and eyes were wide open in a horrific, silent scream.
2
Jill made them take the stairs because she wanted to get one more look at the crazy, zig zag stairwell. She memorized it, took in all the little details she could. She could use this in the dream, something to confuse and disorient Freddy.
"Okay," she said as they continued walking, "I'll go in. I think you guys should stay out in the waiting room."
"No way," Gale said.
"Nuh-uh," Eric said.
"Nothing's going to happen," Jill said. "Dr. Saunders is just my therapist. I'm going to try to convince her to give me the Hypnocil. She's a reasonable person, I'm sure we can work something out. If we have to bribe her or something, we've got the money we took from Maria."
"I don't know," Gale said.
"I only want you guys on hand in case we have to intimidate her," Jill explained. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does..."
"That's when we come in," Tiffany said.
"Right," Jill said.
Gale sidled up next to Jill, pushed the two of them ahead of the others by a few feet. She whispered to her.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I don't know," Jill said. "It's not just my dad, Bobby and the others, it's..."
"What?"
"I had a brother, Gale."
"What do you mean?"
"I had a brother. He was older than me and, I guess, Freddy..."
"Oh, shit."
"Krueger took him, killed him. I was too young to remember him."
"I haven't seen any pictures of him."
"I spent some time looking at old pictures before I left today. He isn't in any of them, but..."
"Go on."
"Well, there's hardly any pictures at all from that period."
"You mean, of you?"
"No, nothing at all. Not of me, my dad, my mom. My brother. Nothing. It's like they erased him, erased everything connected to Freddy."
"Jesus," Gale said.
"And," Jill continued, "I kind of think this whole town has done the same thing. They're all afraid of Freddy. It's like they knew he was going to come back. Like they were afraid if they said his name three times, he would appear in the mirror behind them. Is that crazy?"
"No. I don't think so."
"I wonder whether I would have got along with him well enough."
"What was his name?"
"Marty," Jill said. "His name was Marty."
She wiped away a tear. Then she steeled herself for the work ahead, turned her heart to ice and moved forward. They were nearly to the top of the building now.
3
The waiting area was a nicely furnished, comfortable room with several chairs and couches and a desk for the receptionist, who, naturally, wasn't in attendance. The four of them walked in, looked around. Only a single lamp on the receptionist's desk was lit, shrouding the room in long, creeping shadows.
"Nobody here," Eric said, though he still whispered.
Jill shook her head. She pointed at the door leading to Dr. Saunders' office. A light was visible in the crack beneath it. Jill shuffled them out of the waiting area and back into the hallway outside it. They conferred, whispering the whole time.
"Okay," Jill said, "I'm going in. Stay out here."
"Out here?!" Gale said.
"I don't like this," Tiffany said.
"Yeah," Eric said, "there's this whole unsettling vibe going on here. Not good."
"You're all overreacting," Jill said. "Nothing's going to happen."
"Why are you so sure?" Gale said.
"Why are you so sure something is going to happen? We're all just on edge and paranoid. This woman is my doctor. Well, my shrink, at least. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"In the lobby," Eric said, "you said that none of this felt right. You said that."
"I know, I know," Jill said. "But I'm out of my mind. Clearly. And so are all of you. Dr. Saunders wouldn't hurt me."
Gale shook her head.
"If you're sure," she said.
"I am," Jill said.
"You go in," Eric said. "But we're going in there if we hear anything, if we smell anything! Any funny business at all. You understand?"
"I do."
"We got your back," Tiffany said.
"Okay," Jill said. "Here I go."
She went back into the waiting area, leaving the others out in the hallway. Here, alone in the dark, shadows playing across her face, she suddenly wasn't so sure of herself.
4
Dr. Saunders stood at a sideboard in her office, sipping a glass of what looked like brandy when Jill entered the office. The doc turned to regard Jill as she walked in, closing the door behind her.
"Jill," Dr. Saunders said, "this is a surprise."
Somehow, Jill sensed that it wasn't a surprise at all. Something in the doc's face gave it away.
"You look awful," Dr. Saunders said. "Would you like a glass?"
"No, thank you," Jill said.
"Please, have a seat."
"I'll stand."
"Very well. My secretary didn't buzz me. Have you seen her?"
"No."
"She was supposed to be working late with me," Dr. Saunders said, a crooked look on her face. "Must have skipped out early, I guess. Oh, well."
"Dr. Saunders, I came because I need--"
"I know why you came."
She left the sideboard and approached Jill, taking the glass with her. She took another sip, looked Jill straight in the eyes.
"You came for that drug," she said. "Hypnocil."
"Yes," Jill said.
"And you want my whole supply. All of it."
"Yes."
Dr. Saunders walked to the big window which looked out from her office. She gestured Jill to join her. Cautiously, Jill did so, standing next to the woman, looking down at the bottom of the U-shape that made up the building.
"I've been doing some research on the drug," Dr. Saunders said. "Reading the various papers I could find on it. Very experimental. But it looks like it would work. I still don't know if it's right for you, though."
"I need it," Jill said. "I can't sleep or I'll die."
"It's that simple?"
"That simple."
"Well, I suppose I should give it to you, then."
She made no effort to move, however, and Jill was frustrated, visibly so. Dr. Saunders got closer to Jill, put a hand on her cheek.
"You're so young," she said. "So beautiful. And I don't just mean that in the way that adults usually mean that. No. Believe me, I'd fuck the living shit out of you if I swung that way, if you know what I mean."
"You're drunk," Jill said, swatting the woman's hand away and backing away from her.
"And? It was you that came to me, not the other way around. I was minding my own business here in the privacy of my office before you came in. Why can't I be drunk? Huh? Tell me?"
"I...I don't know."
"It's been a trying day for me."
"A trying day for you?! My father was burned alive today! Along with all my friends' parents!"
"I know. I know, babe. God, you're a babe. And in such a different way than most girls. That deep, throaty voice. Jesus, you must make the boys crazy if you're making me feel this way!"
"Are you going to give it to me or not?"
"Oh, I'll give it to you. Follow me."
She walked to a locked cabinet on a wall in the office, fiddling with a key around her neck. She took off the key, unlocked the cabinet, opened one side of it. There was the Hypnocil. Seven bottles of it. Jill looked at Dr. Saunders, asking silent permission.
"Go ahead," Dr. Saunders said.
Jill reached out and grabbed a bottle, examined the label, twisted off the cap. It all looked genuine.
"It's real," Dr. Saunders said. "And it's not cheap, believe me."
"I can you pay for them," Jill said.
"Don't worry about it."
She made a "forget about it" gesture with her hands, polished off the rest of her glass, set it down on an uneven surface, where it promptly fell to the ground. It didn't shatter and Jill watched it fall, shaking her head.
"What's going on, doc?" she said.
"Let me tell you something," Dr. Saunders said. "Don't let anyone get in the way of your dreams. Of what you want out of life. Hear me? Don't. People spend entirely too much time just doing things because others tell them to do them. They tell... What was I talking about? Oh, yes, Freddy Krueger."
"What?"
"Freddy Krueger. He was that man that you thought was trying to get you in your dreams."
She made little claws out of her hands, hissed, then laughed. Jill frowned.
"I knew him," Dr. Saunders said.
"You did?" Jill said.
"Yes, indeed, I did. He wasn't like the papers said he was. No, your father might of muck-raked him, but he was a sweet man. Well, sweet isn't the word. He had power. Real power. Do you know what real power is?"
"No, I guess I don't."
"He had it. Whatever it is. Real power. He could snuff out a life. I knew that was power, even then. Even before I knew what it felt like."
"You're out of your mind."
"We're all out of our mind. All of us, Jill. Sexy, sexy Jill. Fuck. How could you have come from the sperm of that piece-of-shit hack that had such a grudge against Freddy? So he killed your brother, so what? What's one life in the grand scheme of things? You know what I think?"
"Do I want to know?"
"I think you're father had a hard-on for Krueger. Yeah. He wanted Freddy to take him up the ass, just like that hypocrite, Buford Violet. Now, he really, really wanted Freddy to fuck the shit out of him. Literally."
"I'm gonna go, doc," Jill said.
"No, no," Dr. Saunders said, "don't go. I have to show you something."
She opened the other side of the cabinet and Jill's jaw dropped. Sitting on a shelf all to itself was the glove. His glove.
"Jesus Christ," Jill said.
"I know," Dr. Saunders said. "Impressive, isn't it? You don't want to know what it cost me."
"Where... How...?"
"It's not important. What is important..."
Quick as a snake, she grabbed something off a smaller shelf just below the shelf holding the glove. Jill didn't have time to register what it was - a syringe - before the needle was in her arm, the plunger pushed down instantly. Jill staggered back, mouth agape, looking at Dr. Saunders. The doc giggled, a hand over her mouth.
"Oops," Dr. Saunders said.
"What..." Jill said, "what did you just inject me with?"
"A sedative. It's pretty fast-acting. You should be asleep within a few minutes."
"You bitch. You fucking bitch. You've killed me."
"I know, I know."
She ran to Jill's side, put her arms around her. Jill felt the woman's hands exploring her body, reaching between her legs and squeezing.
"Oh," she moaned, "Freddy's gonna love you."
She kissed the girl on the side of the mouth. Jill elbowed her away. Dr. Saunders was hit in the stomach and fell back, laughing.
"There's nothing you can do," she said, still laughing a bit. "Don't worry, though, you won't be alone. There's one for me, too."
"I'm not ready. Not ready to fight him yet. It's too soon."
Jill reached out as she stumbled, her hand grasping the doorknob of what looked like a closet. The door flung open and a body came falling out. Jill yelped and got out of the way. She wavered, her movement erratic. The body was that of a young woman. A long, sharp paperweight was lodged in her right eye.
"Oh, that was my secretary," Dr. Saunders said. "Guess she's still here."
"What did you do?" Jill said.
"I've killed everyone in the building. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Doesn't matter, anyway. You and I are going into the dreamscape together and neither of us is coming back."
"Fuck you!"
The door to the office burst open, Gale, Eric and Tiffany storming into the room. Dr. Saunders reacted immediately, getting up and running to the cabinet. Still quick as a snake, she slipped the glove onto her right hand, whirled around, brandishing the weapon in front of her. She ran towards the three of them, screaming as she came.
Jill was on the ground, between the woman and her friends. Several things happened in quick succession.
Jill put out her foot to trip Dr. Saunders. It worked and the doc started to fall. At the same time, Gale swung her baseball bat as hard as she could, right at the doc's face.
The bat connected, crushing Dr. Saunders' nose with a loud crack. The woman flew backwards, crashing through the big picture window. She fell, screaming as she plummeted towards earth. Her body broke apart instantly as she hit the concrete below, blood flying everywhere.
Eric and Tiffany cradled Jill as Gale went to the broken window and looked down, winced. She shook her head.
"Jill," Tiffany said. "Jill, stay awake."
"I'm not ready," Jill said, tears in her eyes. "I can't fight him yet."
"You have to," Eric said. "We all do."
"Did..." Gale said, "did you all see that? I just...I just killed that woman."
"She was a bitch," Tiffany said.
"I guess so," Gale said.
She joined the others at Jill's side. The three of them helped Jill to her feet.
"I've only got another minute or so," Jill said. "Then I'll be asleep."
"This has to happen now," Eric said.
"Right," Gale said.
Eric and Gale helped Jill out of the office while Tiffany collected the bottles of Hypnocil. They headed toward the elevators. It was all about to go down.
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