Ja... this is the first hollyoaks fanfic I've ever wrote, about someone...that I admittedly don't know that much about... and isn't even on hollyoaks anymore -I've really only ever seen clips off youtube, so if I screw something in this storyline up just let me know cuz- (Timelessdemon blabs on for the next 10 minutes). Anyways... enjoy!

Several years after Newt moves to Scotland with his mum and baby brother:

"You know people like you should be locked up in jail for something like that!".

A twenty year old Newt groaned and rolled over in his bed, he hated it when people got drunk and argued near his house, it made it near impossible for him to get back to sleep again.

"Jeez, I mean I knew you were fucked up before, but man... you're just seriously twisted in the head or somethin!".

Newt sat up and yawned, shrugging to himself as he did so. It seemed unlikely that he would get to sleep any time soon, he might as well just watch the brewing fight instead.

Running his hand through his near shoulder length dark brown/black hair (he'd kinda regretted shaving it in hollyoaks and now couldn't bring himself to get it cut), Newt got up and ambled towards the window, discreetly pulling back the curtain so he could see them without them seeing him.

...But there was no fight, there was nobody there at all out there. He pulled back the curtains fully, that was strange... maybe they gave up and left already? Newt shrugged to himself again, he leaned his elbows on the window sill and rested his head on his hands. He was awake now so he he figured he might as well watch the street for a little bit longer in hopes of something else occuring- but nothing did.

Finally he went back to bed and closed his eyes, hoping to get back to sleep- "I just seriously can't believe that they'd let a murder like you live in such a nice clean place like this...".

Newt rolled his eyes 'Great, they just had to start up when he'd finally got to bed'. Newt got up again and looked through his window- nothing- what the?-

"You hearin me loud n clear Newtos?", the same voice from before sounded from 'inside' his room.

Newt spun around, a dark figure stood unmoving in the back shadows of his room, Newt knew he recognised that voice but... it couldn't be...

His breath caught in his throat and he fought to over come it, "...E...Eli?".

"In the flesh... or so to speak...", Eli's sly voice answered, as he slowly stepped out from the shadows and into Newt's line of view- Newt's eyes widened and he stared at Eli in horror.

An emotionless Eli stood still before Newt, not even appearing to breathe, his skin was beyond pale white, his skin, hair and clothes were all covered in a mixture of slimy greenish water and algae... but his eyes were the worst- crazed (and slightly yellowed) eyes staring out from an almost dead body.

Eli took a calm methodical step towards Newt, who- with nowhere else to move- backed up as close to the wall as he could get and slowly slid down it, staring in horror at the almost lifeless face of the one who had once been his best friend.

"No- no", Newt muttered more to himself than to Eli, refusing to look up at the corpse-like man, "This isn't-".

"All those times 'I' looked out for you", Eli interrupted, "All those times 'I' cared, all those times 'I' helped you and believed in 'you' when noone else would... and JUST LOOK HOW YOU REPAID ME!", Eli shouted gesturing to his corpse like body, as he loomed over Newt.

Newt remained sitting on the floor backed up against the wall, he shook his head vigously from side to side as he watched the demented Eli pace around his room, "No.. no, I... I didn't, I just"

Eli stopped pacing turning to give a long and loathing glare at Newt, before suddenly throwing his head back and laughing in almost insane way, "You- you didn't... You didn't? Ha ha ha ha ha-".

Eli stopped in mid laugh and went back to the same cold, loathing stare he'd had before, "I saw you- I remember everything- How you pushed me off that structure, How 'you' let me drown in that cold water, just so 'you' could get with that Rae-bitch. Heh- now is that how you treat 'all' yer friends Newtos?".

Still shaking his head from side to side, Newt got up and stood to face Eli (despite Newt now being his full height at 20, Eli was still taller that he was), Newt's hands balled into fists, as he attempted to disgise most of his fear as anger. "You're not real! No one cares about you ya know? Or even cared about your death! No one, not even me has ever even cared about you- because 'you don't exist'!".

Eli wiped a mock tear away and pretended to sniff, "Th... thats so cold Newt, so, so cold".

Eli's face grew dark, "But not nearly as cold as that water you shoved me into- and left me to rot... But dont't you worry Newtos... am alright now, and believe you me- am gonna make you pay. Eli walked to the bedroom door and paused, his head turned towards Newt in an almost inhuman way, "G'night newty boy- plesant DrEaMs!".

Newt looked away as he heard the door open and shut, signifying Eli's leaving.

After 10 to 15 minutes of waiting for Eli to return, Newt sighed to himself, slowly went back to his bed and slipped under the covers.

Finally calming down he thought logically about what had just happened. The more he thought, the more it did seem like had just been a bad day/night dream caused by not enough sleep. Happy with this realisation, he smiled to himself and lay down, eager for some well needed sleep.

"I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever known..." Newt shot up in fear, before sighing and realising it was just his phone ringing- he really needed to get a new ringtone.

He rolled over and snatched the phone off his bedside table, pressed the green buttom to answer and put it to his ear, "Hello?".

"li nna et a", Newt made a werid face at the phone before answering, "I'm sorry, what?".

"li nna et a", the voice repeated slowly getting louder and louder. A confused Newt continued to hold the phone trying to figure out what was being said.- "Li nna et e, li's nna et e, li's onna et ye, eli's et yer, eli's gonna get yer, eli's gonna get yer!, eli's gonna get yer!, Eli's Gonna Get Yer!, E-"

NO!, Newt shouted at the phone switching it off and hurling it to the floor, the voice stopped and Newt sighed, only to gasp in fright a few seconds later- when the phone began ringing again.

Bewildered, Newt merely stood and stared as it continued to ring three more times, before making a sound like someone else had pressed the answer button. A quiet crackling was heard from the phone before Newt could hear a voice- Eli's voice- eminating from the phone, "Hey Newt? NeeeWWWwwt- Eli's gonna get ya Newt! Eli's gonna get ya! Eli's Gonna Get Ya!".

Newt yelled and stomped the phone, pieces of battery and keyboard flew all over the floor as the phone was smashed and destroyed. Despite this- the 'Eli's gonna get ya' mantra still continued, seeming to almost get even louder in responce to the phone being destroyed.

Wide-eyed and not knowing what else to do, Newt hid under the covers of his bed and shoved his hands over his ears- He knew it never really blocked anything out it was the only thing his panicked mind could think to do.

Through-out the night the voices continued, getting louder then quieter... but never quite going away: eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA... eli's gonna get yer... ELI'S GONNA GET YA!