Waking Nightmares|NewScapeSquad Fanfic

Problems

"What is it?" Tommy questioned, his voice anxious and strained. UNi moved so the other two could look at the wound. Ashlie's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with a sleeved hand. "How did it get so bad so quickly?" He breathed in astonishment. UNi shook his head. "I have no idea, but he was clearly trying to pass it off so we couldn't find out." He answered.

Tommy stood and started pacing. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't turned Nick over to the Siren, Cory wouldn't be in this predicament." He mumbled. Ashlie swung her gaze to the blond. "If you say that one more time, I'm going to slap you again." She threatened, her voice low to hide her grief. "It isn't your fault and that is that." Tommy opened his mouth to speak again and was quickly stopped by a glare from the short female. He went back to pacing. "We need to find another med-pack. Maybe it will help with the infection." She suggested.

UNi shook his head. "He needs a comfortable place where he can be cared for until his body fixes the infection." He argued. "In case you haven't noticed, UNi, that isn't anywhere around here currently." Tommy intervened without looking at the hair-dyed Brit. UNi rubbed his glasses tiredly. He looked like he wanted to cry. "I know that Tommy." He snapped, although his voice held no scorn-only exhaustion. "Do you have a cloth and water?" He asked the ginger female and she shook her head. "I forgot the med pack back where we were." She mumbled.

"We need a med-pack or Cory will die for sure." Tommy spoke up. "I'll go find one." He added. UNi shook his head and looked at Cory's strained face, his fast breaths. "I'll go. You two stay here in case something happens." He quickly stood and glanced around the area before disappearing into the dark trees. Ashlie looked over at the pacing blond. "What do you think will happen?" She asked. Tommy shook his head.

"God will smite us for our ever-growing list of sins." He mumbled under his breath, his gaze raking through the treeline. "I feel like the Siren or Nick could jump out at us at any time." He added louder. Ashlie's bow swished as she turned her head to look at the surrounding trees. "Do you ever...you know...feel the Siren's presence when she is nearby?" She questioned curiously. Tommy's face went slack as he moved. "All the time. I may not be her precious pet anymore, but she torments me endlessly. She doesn't actually say anything, but I can just hear her voice whispering in my head like she's actually there." He explained, his brown eyed gaze becoming distant.

"I'm free, but am I really? What I've done will always be with me and I will never be able to forget that seductive voice commanding me to kill you guys like you were flys." He continued. Ashlie's blue eyes watched him sympathetically. She knew she should comfort him, but how do you comfort a broken will? Tommy turned his gaze to her while she was lost in thought and he stopped pacing. "Do you think she's doing this? Or is it the influence?" He asked desperately. He wanted more than anything to be able to blame the monster in his head, but there wasn't anything to blame if it was all his own mind.

Ashlie shook her head fiercely. "I-I don't know, Tom." She slowly stood and reached up to lay a hand on his light cheek, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. She thought she saw a speck of blue in them, but when she blinked, it was gone. "I can't answer that Tommy, but just know, none of this is your fault. The Siren is the reason for this mess, and if she is messing with your mind it is purely out of spite, not because she desires your company again." She spoke truthfully as her eyes locked on his. Tommy placed his larger hand over hers. "Thank you Ashlie." He whispered.

Ashlie broke the gaze and wrenched her hand gently away. She would do anything to comfort the male, to ease his troubled mind, but her thoughts quickly wandered to Nick. She wanted to be able to comfort or help him more than anything in the world. She wanted to cup his hand between her own and reassure him that they didn't love him any less for the hell that has occurred. She wanted to sit with him and talk with him for hours, make him understand how innocent he actually was. More than anything, she wanted to kiss his cheeks to make him feel better. Nick had always had the most fragile ego and mind of the group, and this was sure to cause a breakdown when he returned to them.

She focused her gaze when she heard a groan come from the camera-eyed blond. She fell to her knees beside him, placing a hand on his forehead to feel for a fever. Sweat still trickled down his face and the heat on the back of Ashlie's hand caused her to frown. "Do you have a handkerchief or cloth that I can use, Tom?" She asked without looking at him. "Uh, I think so." He answered awkwardly, feeling around in his pockets until he found it, crouching next to her and wiping the sweat off the other blond's face. Ashlie picked up his shirt and examined the stitches.

"They're swollen and red..." She mumbled. "His body is reacting to the material from the knife, most likely." Tommy answered without pause. "If he doesn't get tetanus, this wound is going to continue to be extremely painful for a while." He added. Ashlie looked at him in surprise. "How do you know all this?" She questioned. "I have some medical knowledge." He replied simply. She slowly nodded and looked down at the blond. His eyes were fluttering, but didn't open.

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UNi looked around the wooded area around him wearily. His glasses started to fall off his face and he quickly adjusted them. His mind was racing knowing that he could be attacked by Nick, or even the Siren. He just wanted to get the med-pack and return to his friends as quickly as possible. He noticed the lamppost from a generator and walked towards it. He glanced around the surrounding area for a chest and eventually found one, rummaging through it until he was practically touching the bottom of the chest.

He pulled the small pack out of the chest triumphantly and smiled slightly. He closed the lid as quietly as he could and turned to look at the generator. He wanted to work on the generator while it was in his vicinity, but he knew he should get the materials to Cory as soon as he got them. He shook his head and crept over to the hunk of metal and crouched down beside it, pausing when he heard the murmur of voices.

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"What a welcome sight." A voice spoke behind the three, a smirk in the sound of his voice. Ashlie and Tommy quickly spun around to face the voice. Nick stood twirling a knife, his glassless face twisted into a cruel sneer. "I never thought I'd meet the thorn in my side in person." Another voice responded darkly. Tommy's blood went cold as he recognized the voice. "Siren." He breathed shortly. The red eyes of the female were the first to appear, shortly followed by the form of her. Ashlie's blue eyes shone with a fury so intense, she thought there were flames in her eyes.

"Why are you here." The female spoke in detached syllables. The Siren chuckled with her airy voice, although it was not even close to a sound of pleasure. "I couldn't come visit my former pet whom I love so dearly?" She responded instead, ignoring the question. Time seemed to freeze to Tommy. The voice in his head that had been taunting him slowly seemed to materialize in front of him as the form of the Siren, his head throbbing as if it had a built in tracker. "You were actually speaking to me." He spoke, his voice cracking halfway through.

If beams of light could shine with amusement, they had in that moment. A twisted smile appeared on the beaten monster's face as she processed what the blond had said. "But of course, my dear pet. What I wouldn't wish for you to return to me." She replied. Nick watched Ashlie with a hungry expression, his light blue eyes glowing.

"It's a shame it won't happen. Ladies and gentleman, the clock is broken."