Pairing: S/X, W/O, B/R
Rating: NC17 (Graphic Violence, Character Deaths)
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: A killer is hunting the teens of Sunnydale High, killing them one by one in their dreams.
Warnings/Spoilers: A rip off from all the Freddy Movies, does not belong to me. Please don’t sue! Italics indicate dreaming. Also if you haven’t watched any of the movies be warned the ending is always lame, so be warned now.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Riley decided to hang out in his backyard and relax in the hammock. He scoffed as he thought about how easily everyone had been to actually believe some guy killed Cordelia Chase in her dreams. The only sensible one was Buffy; she might not be as book smart as Willow but when it came to common sense she was the winner. Sighing he closed his eyes and slowly rocked the hammock back and forth lulling himself to sleep.
Riley was standing in the middle of the fight. Guns were blazing, grenades exploding all around him. Men were screaming as they were hit, they were on losing ground and everyone was looking at Riley for instructions.
“Fall back!” Riley yell over the noise, “Fall back!” He repeated as he helped a soldier back to a bunker. The man was holding his side trying to keep his intestines from falling out. “You’ll be fine, soldier, we’ll get you patched up in no time and you’ll be back in the fight in no time.”
“You really…” The soldier groaned as his grip tightened. “Really think I’m going to make it, sergeant?”
Riley continued to drag the injured man the trench in sight, “Of course I do, soldier.”
“Do you really think you’re cut out for this?” The soldier asked, his voice sounding harsher than and not as weak as it just had been. “Think you’re going to make it out alive?”
Riley turned his gaze on the man, his blood running cold as he saw the very man Spike and Xander claimed was responsible for the death of Cordelia. “You’re him… that Kruger guy.” He let him go taking several steps back, “The guy that killed all those kids.”
“Aww, I’m famous!” Angelus said mockingly and placed a hand over his chest. “It’s just such an honour to have all my hard work acknowledged!”
“You’re a sick piece of shit,” Riley retorted pulling out his M14. He then unloaded it into Angelus’ chest. Angelus went down falling still, his eyes closed. Riley lowered his weapon and stood immobile before he made his way to the fallen man. Still no movement from Angelus so he gave a hard kick to Kruger’s leg, however he wasn’t expecting a hand to snake out and grab his ankle.
Angelus growled as he pulled Riley’s foot from under him making him lose his balance and drop on to his butt. Angelus was back on his feet before Riley could register what was going on. “You think that a gun is going to kill me you fucker? I am eternal!” He reached into his pocket pulling out a small gun that resembled a BB gun. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not the size of the gun that matters?”
“I don’t believe what those assholes say; you can’t kill me in my dreams.” Riley spat out.
“You think? Are you about ready to find out?” Angelus as he loaded a single small bullet into his gun. “Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?” He said in a very convincing Clint Eastwood voice.
“Go to hell, you fucking bastard!” Riley bellowed he wasn’t afraid of some guy in his dreams. The only reason he was even dreaming of this guy was because of all talk about him.
Raising the gun, a dirty smirk on his face, “I’ll tell your girlfriend you say hello.” Angelus pulled the trigger.
The bullet moved in slow motion; Riley was sure it was because it was a dream. He tried to move his body to get out of the way but he found himself paralysed. The bullet struck him in the forehead; the impact of the bullet caused an explosion literally blowing Riley’s head apart.
Angelus brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew on the barrel. “Told you size didn’t matter.”
Riley’s hand that was resting on his chest fell to his side, hanging off the edge of the hammock. Blood dripped onto the grass from where his head had been.
Buffy stormed over to her friends the next day; her hair was a mess, no makeup on and she was wearing sweats. Something was definitely wrong.
“Buffy, what’s wrong?” Willow asked grabbing a hold of her friend’s hand.
“Riley is dead! That’s what’s wrong!” Buffy yelled drawing attention to herself. “You guys just kept pushing the subject of that dead serial killer. You couldn’t let it drop and Riley couldn’t take it and killed himself!” She fell to her knees crying.
Everyone stood frozen, Riley was dead? Had it been Angelus who had gotten him or did he really kill himself? “What happened?” Xander asked kneeling beside Buffy.
“He took a gun and… and…” Buffy sobbed. “It was horrible! I found him in the backyard. I thought he was sleeping and I climbed onto the hammock with him. His head… oh god it was gone!”
Spike put his hand over his mouth trying to stop himself from vomiting. That was worse than what Cordelia had suffered. “Buffy… please don’t get mad but I have to ask. Was there a gun?”
“What?” Buffy demanded. “My boyfriend is dead and you want to know about the gun?”
“Buffy, please,” Spike knelt in front of her. “Was there a gun?”
“No, there wasn’t,” Buffy answered sending Spike dirty looks. “And don’t even start going on about that fucking Kruger guy again! I don’t want to hear anymore of it. Riley killed himself.” Her throat closed. “I don’t know why… he had his future all planned out. He wanted to join the military after graduation. He wanted to help serve his country. God when he told me, he was so scared I’d be pissed at him and tell him no. Of course I was mad but it was his decision and I told him I’d support him.”
Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy rocking her back and forth, “I am so sorry. We are all so sorry.”
“He was a good guy,” Oz spoke kindly and then went quiet to give a moment of silence to his friend.
“I-I can’t be here,” Buffy stood wiping her eyes. “I don’t even know why I came.”
“Shock,” Spike answered. “I don’t think it’s all sunk in yet. Like it’s not real.”
Buffy nodded sniffling, “But it is, isn’t it? Riley’s gone and I’m never going to be able to hug him again… or kiss him. I never got the chance to tell him I loved him.”
“He knew,” Xander assured her. ”And he loved you too.”
Willow and Xander helped her up onto her feet, “I’m going to take her home,” Willow said, taking Buffy’s backpack. “Will you take notes in geometry for me, Oz?”
“Course I will,” Oz leaned in giving her quick kiss, not wanting to upset Buffy further. “I’ll stop by later.”
“Thanks,” Willow took Buffy’s hand and directed her out of the school.
Xander turned to his remaining friends, “We have to do something!”
“What do you suggest?” Oz asked. He agreed something needed to be done before someone else died. His heart clenched as he thought that Willow could be next.
“Me and Willow will talk to our parents.” Xander stated, “They lived in Sunndydale back than so they have to know something about that.” He was sick of this fucker; he wanted to get rid of him before another one of his friends died. He looked at Spike; he could see the fear in his piercing blue eyes. Spike obviously thought he was the next one. Xander wouldn’t let that happen.