See? Didn't I say two weeks tops? So here you have it ladies and gentlemen and variations there between, the ninth chapter!
It's a bit longer than the last one so I hope you enjoy it!
This isn't working; I need his help after all. I open the door and poke my head outside it. "Oi, Fred! Where are you?" After 21 years I feel like I can kind of find my way around here so I dare to venture outside my room. I find him after maybe ten minutes of hollering. He's standing at the bottom of a pit-like space under some bridges. He seems to be in deep concentration, bent over a phone of some kind, poking and prodding at it with wicked looking tools.
I walk up behind him, looking down on the odd object over his shoulder. "Freddy, what's up?" He's so surprised that he actually drops the thing. It breaks a little as it hits the floor. Freddy gives me a dark look before stooping down to pick it up.
"Sorry." I say sheepishly "What 'you got there anyway?"
"Knock knock." He says dryly. Oh, a joke! "Who's there?" I ask happily.
"Nonya." He says as he examines two pieces of the phone thing.
"Nonya business." He finishes and gives me a dead pan look. I put up my hands in front of me to show that I surrender. "Alright, I get it. Just don't stab me in the neck, I wanted to talk to you."
He raises his brow as he puts the phone thingy away. "Stab you in the neck? Have you been spacing out again? 'Cause I haven't done that for months." Freddy was right, it had been a while. "True, true. Have you gotten nicer or have I become less annoying?" I ask and jump up on the tools table. Freddy stares at me sceptically before pulling my footing out from under me, making me lose my balance. "Neither seems very likely." He growls, peeking over the edge of the tipped table down on me.
"You're so funny I forget to laugh." He doesn't need me to laugh 'cause he's doing a pretty good job of that himself. "I was gonna talk to you 'bout something. I need your help."
He glances at me with a light frown on his face. "S'that right?"
"Yeah, I can't think of what to do with Niles. Can you help me?"
Freddy closed his eyes and rolls his head on his shoulders, craning his neck 'til it made little cracking noises, before looking back at me. "I dunno. Who's Niles?" He said moodily. Wow, I thought, I must have interrupted some really important work since he's this annoyed with me.
"He's kind of the reason why I'm here. Remember? The one that didn't believe me and pissed me off so much that I didn't pay attention and got hit by a car. That Niles. Ring any bells, no?" I try to remind him carefully.
"That one? I remember him, just didn't care for his name, is all." He says and crosses his arms thoughtfully. "Sure I can help you." He grinned and I could tell he was plotting something.
"You can't kill him, remember that!" I say and give him a look that says I'll be keeping an eye on him. "Yeah yeah." He waves his knives like it's a minimal detail.
"Let's see... I like the idea that we kill you but the impact it'll have on him depends."
"Depends on what?" I say and sit down the floor Indian-style, I love listening to Freddy when he plans things. It's genius at work.
"Depends on how much he trusts and cares for you. For example; if we pull him in here and then scare him up a bit with the usual. Some smoke, hot pipes, screeching metal, etc etc. Then he comes across you." He points one of his claws at me and I grin as I can see it in front of me. "You're terrified, bleeding, running, and y'try to tell him that yours truly," he takes a pause to puff out his chest and look dignified," is coming and that he's got to run and save himself." Freddy sits down on the floor, mirroring me. "There are three different possibilities.
One, he doesn't believe you and thinks that it's a normal dream.
Two, he listens to you and runs for his life, leaving poor Hannah behind.
And three, he is a 'true' friend and tries to save you from me.
Now, I don't know 'him like you do, so which is the most likely?"
I have to think about this for a while. What would he do? I'm positive that he would never leave me, he's too nice for that. He's a typical nice guy. But would he trust me when I say that it's for real? I'm not so sure about that.
"Number one." I say bitterly. "He's a guy of science and he's very logic. He's not a dreamer, like us." Freddy nods and clicks his claws together skilfully as he adds this to his calculations. "I see. Then I know what we can do."
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I already knew this but Freddy is good. I mean like insanely good. The plan he came up with is great. Of course it's not finished yet but we now have a great outline.
I'm really excited about all of this. This is the third time I have a plan that is all mine that don't involve saving his ass. I've come up with shit behind his back on occasion but it was all for his sake in the end. But sometimes it was just stuff that I had to do.
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"Who's there?" His voice was so familiar but I had to remind myself that this was not him. Freddy was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "That is so weird." He said into my ear and I nodded.
In front of us stood a man in his fifties with a boyish face. He was wearing a green pair of PJ's and slippers. He couldn't see us yet but we saw him. "He's much older than I ever was." Freddy said and I could hear on his voice that he was frowning.
"Don't be so picky, he's great at being you."
We stood in silence for a few more moments, observing him like he was an animal at the zoo. I smiled a little when he walked in a small circle. He had the same walk as Freddy.
"So.. Should I talk to him first or do you wanna..?" I said and tugged at Freddy's new coat, wanting him to step in front of me. "Nuhu, you do it. You dragged me here so you're going to talk to him. I'm still too freaked." He gave me a push and I stumbled into the light that the man was standing in. He spun around and squinted to get a better look at me.
"Hello?" He said and put his hands in his pyjamas pockets. I subconsciously mirrored the gesture.
"Hi there Mr. Englund." I said and I saw him immediately react to the language that I was speaking.
"Hi. Who are you?" he said, speaking in the same toungh as me.
"I'm not important really. I brought you here, with a little help. I wanted to arrange a meeting. You could say that I'm a friend of Freddy's." I saw him take a step back and realized what he must be thinking.
"Oh! Don't worry, I'm not a crazy fan or anything, it's not like I've kidnapped you. You're still lying in your bed, fast asleep. You're dreaming is all." I explained. "But that doesn't mean that you're safe. I told him that he can't kill you but lord knows he never listens to me."
"Who is this 'him' you're talking about?" Robert's voice told me that he knew but didn't believe me.
"Freddy, of course. I know what you're thinking, 'that's not possible, and this is just a dream.' I was thinking the same thing when I first met him. Don't worry though, you'll realize soon enough." I looked over my shoulder as I heard Freddy's boots walking closer.
"I can't understand a fucking word that's coming out of your mouth." He said as he walked up next to me. Roberts's eyes went wide. "What language is that?"
"It's Swedish." I reply happily. The actor in front of us seems unable to take his eyes away from the demon, and the other way around. "How come you guys know it?" Freddy asked of me, never taking his eyes off of Robert.
"We both have a bit of Swedish decent in us. Right?" I turned to look at him. "Um? Yeah, that's right." he said absently and gave me a quick glance before looking at Freddy again.
They seemed too involved with each other to even notice that I was there. It appeared like they were playing a game.
Freddy took one step right, Robert took one step right.
Robert lifted his left hand over his head and then put it behind his back. Freddy lifted his left hand over his head and then put it behind his back.
Freddy took off his hat and put it on Roberts head. I felt a bit jealous at that. Robert took the hat off his head and put it back on its place.
Robert then raised his right hand and put it out as if he was reaching for Freddy. Freddy did the same thing, only his long claws tangled with Roberts fingers.
The blond drew his hand back, leaving Freddy's alone, hovering in the air. He looked at his twin and then his eyes went dark and he stilled. I knew what he was doing; he was racking Robert's brain for stuff to take advantage of.
"Stand still for a moment and just talk to me, ok?" I said and stepped closer to Robert, he nodded and glanced at his bleeding fingertips. "This is too real to be a dream." He said.
"Well, yes, it's not an ordinary dream see." I said with a laugh and looked at Freddy. Things did look real in this dream world, because they are. In normal dreams everything just moves so fast and things happen in a quick daze.
"Heh," Freddy snorted and turned his eyes back to blue for a moment, "he thinks we are some kind of creepy stalkers. He still thinks he's been kidnapped and that I'm dressed up." He said and switched back to search mode.
"Do you? Do you really? Let me prove it to you then." I said and grabbed Freddy's gloved hand. He didn't notice 'cause he didn't pay attention to anything else when he was doing his brain thing. "Observe." I said and waved his hand around. Robert turned his eyes to me. "You think we are kidnappers. Kidnappers are average mortals. Average mortals can't do this." I shoved the knives into Freddy's chest. He didn't even blink. The actor, on the other hand, let out a loud yelp and took a few steps back.
"What the fuck did you-? How did-? Is he alri-"
"-Alright?" I finished his question. I let go of the hand and was amused to see that it didn't fall to Freddy's side but was fast stuck into his chest. "Why of course. You've done his role so many times, surely you know he isn't hurt when he's in here? In our little dream world." He was still slowly making his way backwards. Freddy broke the contact and took a step towards him when he suddenly stopped and looked down at his glove, pushed deeply into his body.
"Whatehell bitch?!" he grabbed his right hand with his left one and drew it out with a disgusting noise. "Don't scare him off, I was barely able to get what I came for." He threw his hand out and the claws scratched my face so that three small lines appeared. I dragged my thumb across it and put it in my mouth. The metallic blood taste was awful against the fruity taste from the bubble gum I had earlier. "Was just showing him that we weren't kidnappers. It's not like you can feel it! Don't get angry over things you can't feel, you hypocrite."
Freddy just waved his hand at me as if I was an irritating fly. "Whatever, go away and play for a while 'cause uncle Freddy's got work to do." He took a few steps closer to Robert but I stepped out in front of him.
"Not yet you don't! Remember? I have stuff to tell him, and then you can have your go. Just, chill for a second, okay?" I pushed him in the chest in a small attempt to make him back off, he didn't move an inch. He turned me around to face Robert who was standing pressed against a far wall and pushed me forward.
"Just be quick about it or I'll do my things anyway." He ushered.
I decided to do as he said 'cause I was curious as to what he had planned. "Fine then." I walked over to Robert and tugged at his sleeve. "Hey. Want to get this over with?" Robert took a calming breath and nodded. "Yes please." I smiled at him. It was very awesome standing so close to him, the guy who plays Freddy. The guy who brought him to life.
"What's your name then? Fredelina?" He said in a sarcastic tone and I had to do a double take and then laughed loudly. "No. But that was a good one. I'm just Hannah. Hannah Merckel."
"I'm Robert but I suppose you know that. Why are you with him? I thought he killed teens like you." He said in a calmer manner. I guess he was coming to peace with it all.
"Oh but I'm not a teen. Don't let my looks fool you. I'm in my late twenties. I think." Rob looked me over from head to foot with a sceptical eye. "I've been stuck like my sixteen year old self for quite the while now.
"Nothing changes. If I get hurt it just heals up. If I'd cut my hair, not that I think I want it much shorter, it grows out in a few minutes until it's like this again. Same with my nails. Which is very annoying 'cause if you look right here you can see that this nail is uneven but there's nothing I can do about it." Robert looked from the nail that I held out onto the demon and onto me. He had an amused look in his eyes.
"You're fucked up, aren't you?" He asked as a sheepish smile crossed my face.
"Ah, well, yes. I suppose am."
"Doesn't it hurt you when he stabs you and all?"
"Not really. It's kind of hard to explain. It's like…" I put a hand on his arm and pinched it. "If I pinch you just a little, not enough to hurt you, you feel it, right?" He nodded. "Well, it's like that, only when I pinch harder and you start to feel the pain it just feels like that first pinch. Like when he stabs me in the guts I can feel the organs get moved around but it's not like. 'Oh my god, my organs are getting slashed'. It's just a, 'I see, there's a knife in my belly, cutting my insides into shre-'." Robert put his hands up to silence me.
"Alright alright, you don't have to go into details about your insides."
"Anyway, I'd better get to it or Freddy might go at you before I'm done." I said in a bit more serious voice. "Wes Craven will call you soon. We had a talk to him earlier, he will write again since the nightmares are back." I grinned at the memory. Yesterday I added something to my trophy shelf. It was a piece of Wes' imagination. I kept it in a jar where it glowed beautifully.
"You will play Freddy in his this new film." I said in a determined voice, switching back to English again. There wasn't a hint of a smile on my face to show him that it was an order. "And when you play the role of you I want you to remember what Freddy and I did this night. Remember the fear."
He stood up a bit straighter and looked over my head. I knew he was eyeing Freddy, still unsure about this whole thing. "But," he said and licked his lips nervously, "you haven't done anything to me..."
I laughed at the "yet" he had bitten off.
"Ah! Well, that's no good! We have to do something about that, don't we?" I turned to walk out of the way as Robert got a fearful expression. I guessed he wasn't too happy about how this was turning out. Freddy and I switched places.
"Well then Rob," he said and put his claws against Englund's chest. "I've got a game for you. Let's play."
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I had been quite amused when I saw what Freddy had in store for his replica. The dream demon messed with his head a little. A lot actually.
Robert thought he woke up to a normal day after a seriously weird nightmare. He almost came late for an appearance in a Saturday night live show as Freddy Krueger. It went by smoothly except that Rob had an odd feeling trough out the whole thing. It felt like the familiar glove fitted his hand too perfectly and shone too brightly in the light and sounded too clear against the metal bars. Like a strange voice telling him to 'do it'. Only he didn't know what it was he was supposed to do.
Afterwards there were some kids wanting aughtographs and pictures of him in his Freddy get-up. But as he put his gloved hand around the smallest kid's throat for the pose he closed a little too tightly. A small cut appeared on the side of his neck. It was so small that it was barely there. But at the sight of the blood he completely snapped. He killed all those little kids that loved him and looked up to him.
It was amazing to watch. To see the look on his face when he had realized what he had done. He fully broke down, he cradled one of the little boys for hours, asking him to come back to life.
It was like when you see your dad cry for the first time. Show's that he was human. We paid Heather a visit too, but it was short and we didn't put much into it. I felt that she wasn't as important.
The second time I did something that was just for me was in Freddy vs. Jason.
"Welcome to my world bitch!" I heard Lori shout from the platform on the water. As she swung the machete down, decapitating Freddy, I dug my fingers into the bark of the tree I was standing behind. It had taken all of my willpower not to interfere in this fight. It just wasn't fair though. Freddy would have won this fight if it wasn't for that Lori bitch.
I could have stopped it. There had been thousands of opportunities. I could have told him not to kill Loris mum. Not to kill Marks brother. Not to play around so much and just kill Lori right away. I could have even taken Jason's place and spread some fear. But I knew the rules I had to play by. The films were not to be messed with. Si-fi rule number one. Start messing with the past; you end up with monkeys ruling the future.
But now... You never got to see what happened to Lori and Will in the end of the film. You only saw them limping away. But I was going to find out what happened after. I was going to be what happened after.
I held Freddy's Hat to my chest for a moment and closed my eyes. He had dropped it over at the construction site and it was one of my tasks to take care of his Hat if he ever dropped it.
I'll get her for you, don't worry, I thought.
I stepped out from behind the tree and watched the surroundings from underneath the rim of the Hat that now sat on my head. Since I came to this world or what the hell it is, I have done loads of things and I had felt loads of feelings. Such as, happy, nervous, annoyance, malice, sadness, pride, fright, irritation, glee and many many others. But I had never ever been angry. Not really.
Now I was angry.
The reasons I do most things are because it will be fun. I wasn't even smiling on the inside now. This was not for the fun. It was vengeance.
I saw them limp rather than walk down the path through the wood. I guess they didn't see any reason for rushing now that Jason was at the bottom of the lake and Freddy was "gone". I bet they didn't think there was anybody else left to fear.
I strode after them, flexing my hands into fists. I could feel the blood pumping in my veins and I heard the pulse in my ears. There was a broken plank, as pointy as a stake, lying on the ground. I picked it up and tried it in my hand. This would do to get Will out of the way.
I guess he heard my forceful steps behind them 'cause he turned around just as I swung the weapon down over his head. Lori who had been supporting him let out a loud shriek and dropped him he slumped to the ground. I kicked him in the guts so that he would roll onto his back. A foot pressed to his throat, the gurgling sounds only made me madder for some reason and I raised the plank high over my head and brought it down with both of my hands. It pierced through his face and into his brain. He was dead before he knew it.
"Will!" I snapped my head around at the sound of Lori's shrill scream. I was getting aggregated just by looking at her. "How could you?" She screamed at me and I peeked at her from under the too big Hat. "Who are you? How could you?!" I clenched my hands once more.
"It was easy, I'm Hannah, he was weak." I deadpanned, looking down at the body under my foot. Lori just stared at me.
"I know what you're thinking." I said and took a few steps closer to where she stood. "Is this another psycho to warn others about? Don't worry about that. The only people who know I exist are either dead, in a different dimension or about to die. The last one is you, in case you were wondering."
"Why are you after us?" She said and took a step back, almost tripping over twigs. "We've done nothing to you. I don't even know who you are!" Ahh, it was the monolog-strategy. When facing a villain, try to get them monologing. Unfortunately I was a sucker for the monolog-strategy.
"My reasons, are great and magnificent. My reasons, are mischievous and malicious. My reasons, are revenge and satisfaction. My reasons, are way beyond your grasp. I am going to kill you because you dared to interfere in one of the greatest battles of the history of horror. I don't think that there is one person, not a single one, who cheered for you. If you'd just died the battle would have ended in Freddy's favour. Everyone would just have been so much happier." I said between gritted teeth. Loris back hit a tree and she jumped around before quickly turning to face me again.
"S-so basically, you-you're saying that I beat him?" She stammered mockingly. She didn't even have time to blink before my fist made contact with her jaw. The red droplets landed quietly over the forest floor.
"Don't you dare say that! Not even as a joke! You're embarrassing yourself." I pulled her back to her feet as she had fallen to her knees when I hit her. When I lifted her by the neck I noticed that my hand was bleeding. I must have hit her teeth.
"What is it to you? Why are you doing this? He was a murderer and now he's dead. I killed him! I cut his fucking head off! What do you say to that, bitc-!?" She gasped out but was cut off as I squeezed her windpipe.
"What it is to me is an insult. The fact that you would think for a second that you were important enough, that you were worthy. You think too highly of yourself. He is my responsibility. When he is hurt or damaged or as in this case, headless, it is my job to bring him back. It's what I do. It's what I've done for years. But this time, I have made it my job to end the pathetic life that thought it could make a difference." I hit her head against the tree trunk behind her before pulling her back towards me. She was scratching at my hand helplessly. She tried to claw at my face too but she only managed to grab the brim of the hat. I grabbed her wrist and made her let go. "So what that you cut his head off? I'll tell you what I say to that, bitch. He's not dead! Not even a little."
As my hands loosened up Lori fell to the ground, coughing and pushing herself backwards away from me. I wouldn't kill her like that. It was too easy.
"You're... Mad..!" She gasped.
"Yes, quite." I replied with a shrug.
"I can't take this shit! I have done nothing to deserve it!" She seemed close to angry tears. Apparently she hated me as much as I hated her.
"'Scuse me sweets, but I think we've already established that you have." I sat down over her with one knee on either side of her body. She tried to hit me but I grabbed her flailing arms and crossed them over her chest.
"It doesn't help either that you're such a shitty actress."
She wailed pathetically when I squeezed her wrists. "Stop! Stop it! They're gonna break!"
The wet cracking noises, like a couple of guns firing in mud, were wonderful. It felt like my entire body shook with the excitement. The only thing I could hear over her ear-splitting scream was laughter but it took me a while to realize that the sound came from me.
"Oh. Oh my... That was different." I said and let go of her. It looked like she was going to pass out just from the sight of it. "Usually I don't get to do much like this, you know... 'Cause I'm not allowed to be seen. I've done some freaky shit in between the takes but I've never broken something with my bare hands before." A small giggle escaped me before I could stop it. "I didn't know I could do that..." While I mused for myself Lori crawled out from under me.
"Oi. Oi! Where you going? I was just getting started, you can't leave now." I called while striding after her. She was dragging herself through a bush in a feeble attempt to shake me off. I was disappointed in her to say the least and I decided to tell her so.
"I mean, I was expecting some resistance. Otherwise it's no fun." I placed a foot on her back the moment she appeared on the other side of the bush. "Do you know how boring it is to chase someone who's crawling so slowly that a snail could run her over? You're not even trying to get up!"
"You're not giving me a chance so how could I?" She panted and glared at me while still crying from the pain in her arms. I sneered, she was trying to blame me for her weakness.
"Fine then." I said amused and took my foot off of her. "Get up."
She just stared at me with her mouth hanging open. I guess she didn't think I'd do it. Then she began to squirm, trying to raise herself up but falling down since she couldn't support her weight with her broken wrists.
"Aargh! Damn it!" She yelled when she fell down once more. I hunched down beside her.
"What's this? You can't do it, can you?" I asked her mockingly. She just put her head down on the forest floor in defeat. "I thought so." I pulled her up to her feet only for her to fall down to her knees. It appeared that she had truly given up this time.
"What? You were just standing. Aren't you even going to try?" I snarled and shook her by the arm. Her head just lolled on her shoulders and when I let go the ground hit her in the back. A sharp slap to the face made her open her eyes. "Are you going to pass out too? That's no fun."
"I just figured that there's no point. I'm not gonna survive. You're just playing with your food. Didn't your mom teach you that it's rude?" She mumbled with difficulty.
"You're just making me angrier you know. Freddy can easily beat you. You just got lucky. I was expecting you to give me more of a fight. Do you want to die?" I said and grabbed her chin roughly, making her look at me.
"Of course not. I'm scared right now but I don't think showing it will help me stay alive." She said and glared at me. I threw her head away from me. I felt like a kid that had just been robbed of her new toy. "Probably true but it would make it more of a game then you just lying there. I am truly disappointed."
"So you keep saying. But I'm not sure it's me you're disappointed in." she said weakly. I looked down on her with curiosity.
"No. I think it's him." My back stiffened. "You're disappointed at him for being unable to kill me and Jason. Jason, you can understand a bit though, he's not normal. But me, I'm just a girl. He plays with his food too. And because of that I got the upper hand. I'm nothing special, I'm not very tough, and even you could make me give up. But still he failed. How could he let you down like that, huh?" she said, actually looking at me this time.
"Shut up Lori. You don't know what you're talking about." I said through gritted teeth and looked towards the lake from underneath the brim of the hat.
"Oh, but I think I do." she continued and her voice was getting stronger but the second. "He could have done something. Anything. But he just sat there and took it. I cut his head off and he just looked at me. Didn't even say something. He gave up!"
"Fuck you!" I roared and punched her in the face again. "You don't know! You don't know! You don't know!" I struck her again. And again. And again. Again. Again. Again. Again. And so on, until I couldn't feel my hands. I looked down on her when I finally stopped.
Her blond hair was mostly red and her face was just pulp. Several teeth were gone, some which I could see in the back of her mouth. Her eyes weren't visible and her nose had been broken so much that it basically was level with the rest of her face.
She was very dead.
Pulling the hat from my head I rested it on my chest when I rolled to the ground for a minute, trying to catch my breath. What was left to do? I had to jump into the lake and find Freddy's body. Without coming across Jason. Then I had to somehow get the body out of the lake. And finally find the place where Jason would bring Freddy's head in the morning. This was not going to be pleasant. I was tired and my hands were hurting.
Hold on a second. I sat up straight.
My hands were hurting? I brought them up in front of my face. There were cuts from teeth and something was sticking out of one of my knuckles. I looked closer only to discover that it was, in fact, a tooth. I tried to pull it out with my other hand but they were both shaking too much. Not all the blood on them was Lori's. But the thing that was freaking me out was that I could feel the pain. This wasn't right. I knew why I couldn't die. And I had kept that thing in control! I really had. Yet here I was, with hands that hurt so much I couldn't move them. This was bad.
But I had to hurry or the body would drift too far away. I got to my feet and nodded a goodbye to Lori, that undeserving bitch, before walking over to the platform on the water.
I looked into the murky water, calculating how disgusting and cold it would be as I put his hat down carefully on the planks.
I really must be mad, I thought and plucked the tooth out of my hand with my mouth. For there is no reason why a sane person would do this.
The water was cold as it closed around me.
Fog rolled in from the waters of the lake. The smell of sea grass was intense but not strong enough to cover the stench of whatever had been hidden away underneath Camp Chrystal.
Suddenly the calm surface was breached by a head wearing a hockey mask.
Finally, I thought and sat up from where I had been lying in the wet sand. Freddy's body and hat was lying next to me. I had pulled out the arm from his chest with much difficulty. I was lucky that this place was practically in the same place as were I'd been before. Jason made his way through the water and when it came to his legs I could see that he was holding Freddy's head in his left hand.
In my old world I had loved this moment in the film. Whenever someone I knew was going to see it I told them to remember that the last thing Freddy does in the film is to me. People never got what I was talking about. They thought 'Okay, so he guts someone and you like to pretend it's in your honour?' And after they'd seen it they understood. The first time I saw it I actually thought for a moment that Freddy was finished after his head got cut off. I sat with my mouth hanging open and I felt like screaming "What the fuck just happened?!".
And then Jason came up on the shore. Walked past the camera. And Freddy winked to it. Winked to me.
"I had you going there didn't I?" he said happily.
"No, I always knew you were winking at me." I said and got to me feet, walking after the two killers. Jason was ignoring me completely.
"Let go of me you overgrown hockey puck! This is my stop!" He yelled, which one logic part of me couldn't help but find strange since he didn't have any lungs. Jason lifted him up to face him without stopping. "See that little girl-thing down there? Just hand me over and I won't tell her what an ugly shit you are." The bluish zombie just tilted his head and looked down on me with what could have been surprise. I don't think he had noticed me.
He was fucking huge. Really. At least two and a half meters or something like that. I bet my mouth was hanging open.
"What's with the dumb face?" confirmed Freddy's annoyed voice.
"Wha- what?" I shook out of my bubble and looked at him instead.
"Oh that's right you always have a dumb face. What's with the unusually dumb face?" he rolled his eyes.
"I'm walking next to Jason Voorhees! I'm tiny! Look how big he is! He's like a giant mute stupid bear!" I said and waved my arms around to empathise my point. He was taking so big steps that I was half running to keep up.
"You're such a freak! You saw him when we woke him up! You're just into crazy killers, aren't you?" he said and I think he was trying to wiggle out of the blue ones grip.
"No I'm not! You think I have a killer fetish? I don't like him that much, I'm just saying that it's a bit cool, you know. I like you the most of all the people in the whole universe! I wanted you to win this fight." I said crossing my arms defensively. He could be such a baby at times. It's actually kind of funny.
"Wait!" he said, suddenly suspicious. "What do you mean you wanted me to win this fight? I totally won-!"
"-Says the guy that's just a head." I mumbled with a smirk.
"I heard that! I heard that!"
"Well, I said it out loud!"
"Whatever! Just take me to my body so I can connect to it." Freddy said and I think that if he had had hands he would wave them around like he does when he is irritated.
I looked up at Jason. He was looking back at me curiously. I suddenly felt very unsure about standing so close.
"Um... Freddy? I don't think that's such a good idea. I also don't think he'll just let me walk away with you." I said, never breaking eye contact with Jason and hoping I wouldn't walk into a tree.
"What's he gonna do? Kill you?" He said with a snort, waiting for me to laugh back at the ridiculous idea that I could die. When I didn't, he immediately shut up. "Can he?"
"I- I don't know! I thought I knew why I can't die until a few hours ago when I suddenly broke my hands and felt it! I haven't felt pain for years!" I rambled quickly.
Freddy glanced at my hands. The skin was raw and torn in some places over the knuckles. Some fingers pointed in odd directions and my hands were trembling which had been harder to notice when I'd been waving them around.
"Snatch me." he said in a hushed tone. I looked at him sceptically. "Don't give me that look. I know that look. Just run with me back to the beach and I'll attach and take care of it."
"This is not going to work." I said in a sing song voice.
I stood still for a moment to create a distance from them that I could use to gain speed. I ran up behind them, leapt through the air and then... Slice.
I screamed. A long scream, I actually gasped for breath and then kept going.
"What? What!?" Freddy yelled from underneath my right arm, where I had him safely tucked in.
"Bitch cut my arm off!" I shrieked.
Jason bent down and picked up my arm from the ground. He looked at it before turning to me and shaking it so that it looked like it was waving. "Oh no, he did not just do that!" I said heatedly. He was pissing me off.
"Never mind that just run to the beach while you still have your legs!" the dream demon said and bit into my remaining arm. I got his point since Jason was walking closer with his machete raised. I ran through the trees. I must have looked ridiculous running with just one arm. "You know that you're going the wrong way, right?" said the dream demon.
"I know, but he's blocking the way!" I replied with an annoyed tone. I ran in sick-sack for a bit and then threw myself down behind a gathering of huge trees.
"Are you hiding by any chance?" Freddy said with amusement. He was now lying in my curled up lap. I shot him an evil eye. "I can't beat him on my own and I can't run away from him. I'll just sit tight 'til he walks past and then side step him or something."
"Fine, do what you want." he said and then looked at the hand that rested on his forehead. It was still shaking a bit. "What did you do to fuck up your hands anyway?"
"Nothing! I just got a bit carried away is all." I excused and pulled the hand away, trying to flex it only to flinch at the sharp stab that ran through my arm. Freddy snorted, "I bet you did. I bet you tripped like the big klutz you are or something like that."
"Yeah." I agreed, "Something like that." I sighed, on one level I wanted him to know what I'd done. But I knew he wouldn't be exactly happy that he didn't get to finish her off. "It didn't hurt this bad at first though. I think it got worse after I dragged your body from the place it had floated to. It was half a mile down the beach or something."
"Wait, what? You dragged my body?!" Freddy yelled at me.
"What did you expect?! I'm a tiny, little, girl!" I yelled back. It was a wonder Jason hadn't found us yet with all the screaming.
"Whatever. How's your arm?"
I did a double take. "Say what now?"
"I said, 'how's your arm?' What's the matter with you?" he repeated with a frown.
I shook my head. "Nothing, I just thought it was weird of you to care. Arm's fine. Gone, but fine. It doesn't hurt."
"I wasn't caring, I was just curious whether you are killable now. But I guess that's a no." he explained simply, typical of him.
"Well, I can't let him kill me. How shit would you feel then? That you couldn't do it and that he just offed me without even trying." I replied with a laugh.
Freddy grinned to himself at the thought of my death. "Exactly. That is a privilege reserved only for me." he said more to himself then to me. "You look ridiculous without an arm you know." he added with a smirk.
I looked at my arm stump. It did look silly. It was a very clean cut that went straight through muscles and bone a bit above my elbow. It was bleeding like mad and if I had been normal I would have been dead. "I dunno," I said with a smile, "it kind of suits me. I could have looked like this, you know."
"...You what?" Freddy asked after he realised what I had said.
"I could have been missing an arm. This arm, in fact." I said thoughtfully, staring into space.
"What did you do? Got it crushed under a car?" the dream demon asked and snorted.
"No." I said amused, "But that's a story for another day."
Freddy shot me a confused look but I chose to ignore it. "I didn't use my arm for anything for about a day, and I know it doesn't sound too bad but when you don't do move your arm for a day it gets filled up with blood. I couldn't bend my fingers even if I'd tried. In the end the blood couldn't leave my arm because it had gotten clogged or something. When we came to the hospital some scalpel-happy freak doctor wanted to cut it off. Luckily someone clever stepped in and said that they just had to put my wrist in a strap connected to the sealing and give me some blood thinners." I shook my head. That had been some stupid ass doctor, wanting to amputate my arm.
"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" he said, "I can't right now but if I could I'd be shaking my head at you." I just snorted, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. I suddenly stiffened and pulled him closer to muffle his voice as I heard Jason's heavy footsteps. They came from behind the tree trunk I had my back against. That couldn't be good.
"Whatehell are y'doing?" Freddy shouted into my belly.
"Shut up!" I whispered back. "He's close."
The steps stopped and I held my breath to hear better. Even the demon seemed to be listening intently. And then before I could react the machete shot out from the tree right by my shocked face. Something hit my lap and I looked down only to see my right ear lying on the ground after bouncing off of my knee.
"Fucker, you have got to stop cutting my body parts off!" I yelled around the tree trunk to the undead killer.
"What did he take this time?" Freddy asked with a laugh as I slowly stood up, which is a difficult thing to do without a second arm plus a head that you have to carry.
"My ear." I said with a sigh and picked it up whilst almost dropping Freddy to the ground, I shoved it into my pocket as Freddy glared at me. "Sorry." I smirked a bit as I ran back to the beach.
I put Freddy in the sand a few feet from his body and leaned my hand on my knee and breathed heavily. Looking over my shoulder I could just see Jason slowly stalking out of the edge of the woods. The son of a bitch had dropped my arm, I cursed under my breath at the thought that I'd have to go and find it later.
"Hah, you're in such a bad shape if you're tired from that little run." Freddy laughed loudly from his place on the ground. I fought back the urge to kick him as hard as I could and watch him soar through the sky like a football.
"Shut up." I said and settled for stepping on his face instead.
"Whatever. Just put me together so that I can kick his blue ass into next year." he said after biting my foot. Hunching over, I was just about to pick him up when a though hit me and I straightened up again.
"What was that? Are you an idiot?" he asked sarcastically and raised his brow.
"I said no. I need to know something." I said simply and looked down on him with a blank face.
"You need to 'no' something? You say no all the time."
"I need to know something. K-n-o-w!"
"What's going on? You can ask me about whatever it is later just shut up and do this right now!" I could tell he was so very annoyed right now but I just couldn't find it in me to care.
"She was right.." I said slowly.
Freddy quickly glanced towards Jason, he was still quite far away, before looking at me again. "Who was?" he said, deciding to play my game.
"..Lori." I replied solemnly.
Freddy's eyes widened and then narrowed as he bared his teeth. "You talked to Lori?" he said in a deadly tone.
"No, not really, but if someone says something to me I have to answer." I said quickly but he was still eyeing me suspiciously. "Then what was she so right about then?"
"Well, I said I was disappointed in her. She was just so pathetic, even more then I thought she would be! If you'd seen it you would have done the same!" I said hysterically and raked my hand through my hair, leaving it standing up since it was still a bit damp from my swim earlier.
"Okey okey, but what did she say that she was right about?" he said slowly like he was talking to a five-year old.
"Are you being condescending?! 'Cause you sound a bit-!"
"I'm not fucking condescending it's just that we're a bit pressed for time so if you really want to know whatever it is you want to know you should just talk before I get chopped into a million pieces!" He shouted loudly before I got to finish my catch phrase.
"I'm disappointed in you!" I shouted back.
Freddy froze, which is kind of hard to tell when he's only a head. Then his mouth was chipping like he was a gold fish. "Me?! What the hell?!"
"Yeah, you! She said I was disappointed in you, not her, and she was fucking right! You let me down!" I said, flexing my broken fingers again, it was so weird to feel the pain in my hand but not the pain from having my arm cut off.
"How in the flaming hell did I let you down?!" he yelled loudly so that it echoed over the waters.
"You didn't do anything! Sure, you were hurt and exhausted but you've been worse of before! Remember George Samuels?" I gestured wildly with my remaining arm. "We both got our asses kicked and handed to us in the beginning but then we won! But now... You just looked at her, didn't even say something about getting her later on, you just... Didn't do anything."
The demon looked quite stunned at my words. I suppose I did as well but he looked positively stupid.
"Then what the hell was I supposed to do huh? Tell me one thing I could have done!"
I was just about to open my mouth when I realised I had nothing to say. He could have fallen backwards since he was standing on his knees but then Lori would have stabbed him anyway on her second try. He could have tipped into the water and floated down the river but that would have been running away and I wouldn't have liked that either. Fuck. I didn't even know what I would have done. Maybe I would have spat her in the face like the child I am.
"I dunno.." I said quietly. "Anything."
"I didn't see any point in doing anything since I knew I didn't have to." he said, his voice strained with annoyance.
I blinked and hunched down next to him. "Huh? What the fuck does that mean then?"
"It means," he said through his teeth, glaring at me, "that I knew you were around somewhere and that you would come for me. Like you usually do."
"So... basically you're saying that you trusted me to be there for you?" I asked uncertainly. Freddy rolled his eyes at me.
"Well, if you put like that it sounds really girly." he said, making me laugh.
"I suppose you're right." placing my hand under his sliced neck I lifted him up. But just as I was about to put the head on the shoulders the tip of a machete poked out of my rib cage.
"Damn it." I wheezed and pushed Freddy in place just as I was lifted up and then flew through the air. I landed on my back close by the trees.
Moving wasn't an option I noticed as I tried to lift my legs. My spine must have been cut through since I was paralyzed. This was so not my day.
I just laid there, listening to the clanging if blades and the occasional laughter and swearing of Freddy. I'd done good, hadn't I? And sure, Freddy might be mad since I took care of Lori for him but, I guess I just couldn't help myself. That bitch, I should kill her again for putting stuff in my head. I knew better then that crap she was spewing. Of course he didn't give up. He never will.
After maybe half an hour I still couldn't move my legs and I couldn't sit up since I couldn't support myself on my one damaged arm. This was rather boring. I'd been lying still since I landed here and it was impossible to see what was going on.
When I heard steps coming closer I knew who it was before he came in my range of vision.
"So you're done now? Did you win?" I said, glancing up at the dream demon.
"Yes, and no." he said with a sigh and sat down next to me Indian style.
My head shot up off the ground. "You lost?"
"No, you idiot!" he pushed my head back down to the ground. "It's a goddamn draw."
"Again? What is up with you two?" I said with a laugh.
"We're too evenly matched! It's a rain check. In a few years we'll meet again and then I'll win." he said, grinning excitedly and looking out over the now calm waters in which Jason must now be resting.
"Oh, good." I sighed.
"For a moment there I thought you were dead." He said with a sneer. "Why are you just lying there? You usually like to observe when I do stuff." one of his long knives poked me in the ribs.
"Hey, don't poke me when I can't defend myself! He broke my spine so now I can't move. I'm very bothered." I grumbled and stared into the sky with was getting brighter by the minute, soon it would be midday.
"I can see that." he poked me again, laughed heartedly, and then got to his feet. "I guess we have to find your arm now, right?"
"Jason didn't just happen to grow a brain and tell you where he put it?" I said without much hope.
"Heh, no. I don't think that guy can talk. All I've ever heard is grunts and a sort of kewkewkew-sound." he reached into his pocket and pulled out my ear.
"Kewkewkew?" I asked uncertainly. "Really?"
"Yeah. Or something like that.." He pressed the ear to the side of my head and I could hear all the sounds of the sea, whooshing against it, as it reattached.
Freddy grabbed me by my collar and heaved me up. I couldn't help but think that he is rather strong actually. Here, in the real world, he might be able to do some small altering but he can't make himself stronger, it's just his body and what it can do. When I was hanging safely on his shoulder he took a few trying steps before finding his balance and walked normally. "Shit, your fucking ribs are sticking into my shoulder.."
"Well, I'm sorry that I broke my ribs and that it's inconvenient for you that some are poking through my skin! I can be so selfish, can't I?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes even though I doubt he could see it.
"Yeah, we should really do something about that." he replied and I could hear that he was wearing a smirk.
"You know," I said through my grin "it somehow feels like this is all we do. You do your thing in the spotlights and I do my thing in the shadows. We meet up, usually fight for a minute over something silly. I break and you have to carry me on your shoulder. Don't you find that strange?"
"I suppose." He said with a difficult shrug. "You know what? I'm tired, and you're heavy. What do you say to leaving your arm here, hm?"
"Fuck no!" I said firmly. "We are finding that arm and we are finding it now!"
"Actually, you've got nothing to say about it. Since you can't move you can't stop me. We could just leave this place and never return." he said with a wide smile.
Bending my head down at the best of my abilities I tried to bite him only to get a mouth full of shirt. I spat it out after another futile attempt.
"I hate you." I said aggressively.
"No you don't, you love me." he stated with amusement, continuing to walk around, spying on the forest floor.
"Yeah, I do." I sighed in defeat. Damn him.
"This place can't be too big, right? Where do you think it is?" he muttered with annoyance. When he suddenly stopped I tried to look up.
"That sonofapshyco." he said in one breath.
"What? What is it? I can't see." I craned my neck to look at Freddy. He didn't look mad, maybe a bit impressed actually.
"He hung it in a god damn tree." he snorted and lifted me up a bit, my eyes followed the stem of a large oak, up along the many branches, until finally, at the top, my arm was hanging in the wind maybe 65 feet up in the air.
"Sonofanutjob." I agreed. "How the hell did he put it there?"
"How should I know?"
If someone would have walked by it would have looked ridiculous. Both of us had our mouths hanging open in awe and we stared at the arm like it was a mythical creature you had been looking for all of your life only to find it by a crazy random happenstance. It felt great.
"Jason's a funny guy!" I said when Freddy put me on the ground with my back to the huge tree. He put his right foot on a bump in the barch and grabbed two low hanging branches. He bounced on his left foot two-three times before looking down on me when I cleared my throat.
"What?" he said when he saw the odd look I was giving him.
"You're going to climb it?" I asked doubtingly.
He looked from me to the top and back to me again. "Sure. Why wouldn't I?"
"I dunno, maybe because it's impossible?" I said sarcastically.
"It's not impossible if "Puck" did it!" he pointed out, making ready to jump up again.
"Idiot, there's no way in hell that Jason climbed up and put it there." I said, haltering his climbing once more.
"And just how the fuck," he stepped away from the tree, leaving one hand resting on it while giving me an annoyed look, "do you think it ended up there?"
"Maybe he threw it?" I said desperately, slightly losing my calm 'cause the image of Jason climbing trees was greatly disturbing.
"Bullshit! If he'd thrown it he would have had to get it about twice that high so that it got pierced by the branch!" he said, pointing wildly at the top, I squinted up to see that it was, in fact, pierced through the hand by one of the top twigs. "Now that is impossible." he stated in a final tone.
"But- but he- there is no way..!" Only I didn't know how to finish that thought.
"I'm just going to go ahead and do this while you ponder the mysteries of life." He called excitedly and began to climb the tree.
The Kewkewkew-comment is stolen from the wonderful Zarla, go check out her art at Deviant Art .com/
So, I have heard plenty of theories concerning what will happen now as the end draw near, and that is always fun, thanks for your opinions!
The most common ones are; whether Hannah is just dreaming or not.
if Hannah is going to stay in the Dream Realm and live happily ever after.
or if Freddy is going to figure out how to kill Hannah and do it.
By the way, has anyone figured out what makes her mortal yet?
Obviously I'm not going to reveal the end to you now, though I will tell you this; I hate happy endings.
Thanks for reading and please review.
Until next time /Jokerina