Lay Me Down 1/7
Title: Lay Me Down
Author: Jude
Email: Miss_Incognito4@live.co.uk
Rating: Heavy for gore.
Summary: "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take."
Content: Chloe/Oliver
Category: Cross-over. Smallville/Nightmare On Elm Street.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing!
Distribution: This fic is for this LJ site and my LJ alone, and nowhere else. If I find out different, then by the hairs on Rassilon's beard, there will be pain! My contribution to the Chlolliween Fest!
Notes: A big THANK YOU to Morry who gave me the icon and to Solo who's helped me beyond words with this fic. You two are incredible and I love you muches xxxx
Notes 2: The next post will be in roughly 8 hours when I get up and after that, there will be a new chapter every five hours!
Prologue...
Moira Sullivan would do anything to protect her daughter.
A daughter long wanted and tried for, and now much loved.
This... Man was not going to get a chance to hurt one hair on her head.
When Fred Krueger caught and soon released, she held her daughter tight and vowed to do anything it took to protect her baby.
Anything at all.
There was a knock on the door and Moira took a deep breath as she placed her sleeping baby into her crib.
Just because someone forgot to sign the search warrant in the right place didn't mean Krueger was innocent and he wasn't.
Bones were found in his boiler room.
Bones belonging to that of children. Arms of a four year old, fingers of a six year old, toes of a five year old, and skulls...
So many skulls and bones had been found.
Moira closed her eyes and pretended she hadn't seen knife marks on those baby bones. What else he'd done to those poor children didn't bear thinking about.
He was guilty and everyone knew it. His wife had gone into hiding and their daughter taken away.
Moira picked up the gasoline and her husband picked up the matches. Frederick Kruger was going to die tonight.
The knock on the door made both Gabe and Moira jump. "Moira," the voice of Marge Thompson came through. "Moira, Nancy said she'll babysit."
Neither Moira nor Gabe spared each other a glance as they answered the door. They were going to kill the child murderer before he got to their daughter, or anyone else's.
Moira smiled down at young Nancy Thompson and knelt down and stroked the young girl's thick brown curls. "You've gotten so big."
Nancy batted Moira's hand away. "I'm a big girl now, Mrs. Sullivan. I can take good care of Chloe."
"I know you can, sweetheart," Moira said with a smile. "And I bet you can tell a better story better than me."
"We need to go now," Gabe whispered in her ear and she nodded.
"Okay, Nancy," Moira gave the young girl a hug. "You be safe and call 911 if something goes wrong okay, sweetheart?"
Nancy nodded before she turned and went up the stairs to the baby's room.
They weren't the only parents to track him down, oh no. The Parkers, the Lane's, the Grey's, the Caulfield's... They were all there for the sake of their children.
To protect their children from an evil, evil man.
While Gabe and Donald poured gasoline around the place, Moira and Marge lit the matches.
Then all parents stood back and watched the whole place burn.
Burning flesh was what hit them first, and then the man himself was seen.
Flames covered his body and he was screaming. Screaming and the smell...
Oh God, the smell of burning flesh was awful. It overpowered the gasoline, overpowered the night air, and was akin to rotten eggs or burnt toast.
Moira watched it all through emotionless eyes. Once that man was dead, her baby would be safe.
After what happened, what they did, Moira and Gabe moved to a city called Metropolis.
Though Metropolis was big city with good schools, Moira decided it was too big and wanted to be back in a more suburban life.
So, Gabe and Moira moved to a small little town called Smallville and shortly after moving, a meteor shower struck.
Moira found herself able to control other people by simply touching an item of theirs and when her daughter started talking about a burnt man coming after her, she used her power to make Chloe not dream.
It worked for a while and then, it stopped.
Moira couldn't control her daughter's dreams while she was asleep and when her eight year old started talking about things she shouldn't know, well. There was only one thing for it.
Both she and her husband looked at memory drugs, but the only one which stood out was Hypnosil, An experimental drug that was a dream suppressant.
It was the best option they had and so they took it.