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Being forgotten is a bitch	By : DarkRoze Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 2062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lizzy did just as she told her father and as she crawled into bed she felt for the first time in years like she was where she belonged, had she not known better she would have sworn she felt some one pull her close just before she slipped totally into the dream world. When she opened her eyes she was in a hammock in the back yard, it was summer time and based off the location of the sun it was some time in the early afternoon. She smiled to herself and inhaled the scents of summer time around her, she could smell the grass that Freddy took exquisite care of, and the flowers she had picked out that sat against the house, where she and Katherine had planed them. She watched the sun filter through the trees for a while before she closed her eyes and curled into a ball and started to cry. She didn’t notice the hammock wasn’t the white she remembered but rather a striped green and red one.

"Why are you crying now?" She heard a deep voice say almost impatiently. She looked up but she was alone, looking around she thought she was hearing things that’s when she noticed the hammock. She jumped off it and backed away afraid that if she took her eyes off the hammock it would attack, she backed into something soft, she spun around and saw the man that took the picture of her.

"Lizzy, you've grown up so much." He said and slowly he reached to her cheek, she didn’t move afraid if she did he would vanish afraid if she did he would chase her.

"I know you… don’t I?" She asked him, as she snuggled her cheek into his hand and closed her eyes. He smelled good and it reminded her of something.

"Yes you do." He said simply. She looked into his eyes and suddenly knew that there was something wrong.

"This isn't right." She said stepping back, and shaking her head. "No they killed you…you this isn't you." She turned around and closed her eyes, she wanted to be wrong but she suddenly knew she was right. She wasn’t sure who they were but she knew that he was dead. She thought about what she said 'this isn't you' she almost wondered what she meant but then she knew. She had seen him after they killed him, in her dreams, she felt like she was trying to grasp smoke.

"Yes they did but you know what happened next." He said, his voice was different she felt the air change, she smelled the change, it was no longer a cool and breezy but hot and sticky. She started humming a song that she never remember the lyrics to, it was just a short little thing, her father had told her once after she woke up it had been her favorite nursery rhyme as a child but even he refused to tell her the lyrics. She looked on the internet for them when she was in LA but they didn’t feel like the words she was looking for so she never sang them.

“Mon demon beau rêve” she whispered, and suddenly she knew what she had said. "My lovely dream demon, that’s what you became. They tested their medicine on me after they figured out that you really were coming in our dreams. They kept giving me more and more, because I wouldn’t stop dreaming, I was fighting their medicine." She whispered, she suddenly was remembering so many thing like a flood gate had been thrown open. She remembered the months of screaming and begging for them to stop, the years of needles in her arms. The testing of everything in every way, then her hands fell to her stomach.

Her child, their child, had been brutally ripped from her, there was no way she or he could save the baby. They treated the child more like a lab rat then they did her. Now she remembered everything, it was a day or two after that they told her the baby had died. They had burned the body, but she had crept in to an office and was searching for a photo of her child so that she might know what their little girl or boy would look like. She had found photos alright, photos of a child's mangled and dissected, her little girl, their little angel hadn't died she was murdered. Lizzy had found a box of scalpels then, she was going to kill herself. She had really planed on it, but looking at the images of her daughter's body she couldn’t do it. She wanted the people that had done that to her child to pay for it, after all what had the girl ever done to them? She was innocent, she was pure, regardless of who her father was. Even if the child was half demon that was no reason she had to die.

Rage filled Lizzy then and she tapped the blades to her fingers and went on the hunt. She had killed four of them a nurse and three doctor's before they finally were able to stop her by injecting her with enough tranquilizer to drop a horse. They pumped her full of tranquilizer and hypnocil for three days, but when they finally stopped it was to late she was in the coma.

"I fought their posin because I didn’t want to lose you for good. My father and the doctors wanted to take you away from me! They killed Amanda." She said not sure why she called her child that but it felt right, she turned and looked at him. He didn’t hide is form from her, how demonic he had become, or how much he had changed. She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I forgot. I didn’t mean to honest, I love you. I've always loved you, please forgive me." She said, she wasn’t begging only sorrowful. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled down causing her to look up at him.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked looking into her eyes, into her soul. He was looking for something and she didn’t know exactly what since the vast majority of her memories where still so fuzzy they were little more then colored ink blots, but she would give him whatever there was.

"Yes." She said with authority, he smiled and kissed her again. Then he touched her chin with his gloved finger tips so the tips of the blades where at her temple.

"I'm sorry." He said and for the first time in a long time he actually meant it. He shoved a blade into her temple, she fought the urge to scream for a few seconds before she gave in to the overwhelming desire. He was a little surprised that she didn’t start screaming right away as so many other people did, he didn’t to know what had happened to her though, at least not yet. What they may have trained her subcounsous to do. He found a block that had to be the amnesia and pushed past it, he wasn’t far from the mark on his theory.

They had been trying to turn her against him, trying to use her to find him. They had tried getting her hooked on several different types of drugs, and various other rewards systems, they had turned her into their little lab rat when she wouldn't be their blood hound. She never told them anything more then they already knew and eventually they had planed to just forget her with the others then they found Amanda when he was weak and couldn’t hide her presence. He saw the killing spree Lizzy had went on, the rage of a mother, then when she went into the coma. She had proven them wrong when she woke up a few years latter, but the damage to her mind had been done, they tried trapping her in "therapy" but after only a year of that she faked enough memories to get her out of even that. She was following her instincts at every turn and they always seemed to lead her strait to him. He pulled his blades out and licked the blood off her temple as the wound healed.

"Well?" She asked panting

"The hypnocil had mutated you, there is no way to burn it out, but it has little if any effect on you as they planed it to." He said avoiding the question he knew she was asking.

"WHAT?! WHY?!" The last thing Lizzy wanted was their poison inside her, if it was a matter of needing more victums she would hand him the whole school on silver platter with toothpicks through their hearts if that’s what it took. Freddy caught the mental image of this inside her head and had to put in a lot of effort into not busting out laughing. He'd forgotten how nice it was to be with someone who made him laugh, and he'd also forgotten that when Lizzy thought of something she also painted a picture in her mind of how it would look.

"The shit has changed your blood, I'm not gonna sit here for the next week explaining it in detail so let me give you the foot notes. Because you fought the drug it changed your system and rather then becoming a shield against me like it was originally designed for it became a shield against hypnocil. That’s why it stopped working on you and that’s why they over dosed you, you were only in a coma till the stuff adapted to you could be pushed out." He said, he watched her mind to see her reaction knowing that it would be different from what she said. In her head was a cartoon of a red blood cell at a chemistry table with a hypnocil pill tied to a table. He looked away and bit his lip, if she kept this up she was going to effect his work.

"So I am a freak , but the good kind. They cant use me to hurt you and it doesn’t hurt you to be around me?" She asked.

"No they cant, and no it doesn't, I can be around you babe." He said putting an arm around her. She turned into him and just enjoyed being with him, she was adjusting to the knowledge of what he said and losing her child. Although she felt disappointment at the fact that she never got to know the little girl, but she had killed the doctors responsible for her death so her revenge was appeased. Now she could focus on helping him.
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Okay yet again it’s a short one, but that’s because we're still keeping up with the FvJ story line and this happened was while Tray was dyeing :-P
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