Chapter 2: The Meeting
The drive to Springwood had been uneventful to say the least. But Maggie had reminded herself that just because the drive into her old town was peaceful it didn't mean that the rest of the day would turn out that well too.

Maggie strolled along the bottom of corridor of Westin Hills, despite her confident appearance below the surface she was a bundle of nerves wondering what could happen in the next hour or so. As she approached the consultant room she adjusted her black pin striped jacket and inhaled deeply to try and remain calm. This was it; there was no turning back now. Her hand reached to rap the door but she froze again becoming lost in thought. Maybe she's dead and her guts are spewed out all over the floor and he would be there in all in twisted glory cracking his dim-witted catchphrases? She shivered and shook her head in discord at this unnerving thought.

With one last check of her attire she rapped the door, gulping apprehensively as the door creaked open to reveal a fairly old woman, perhaps in her mid late 40's with black hair the roots tinted with grey and wore a pair of old yet fashionable glasses. She smiled warmly, gesturing Maggie into the room.

Maggie smiled back and took a quick study of the room as she entered. Two grey chairs rested beside each other while another chair faced them. Pinned to the wall at the back was an array of leaflets and pictures of smiling families, all of them seemed to not have a care in the world. Scepticism spread over Maggie's face at the prospect of her and her father being like the families in the pictures. Would they end up like them? Somehow she didn't think so.

"So, what should I call you? Maggie or Katherine?" Ms Higginbottom asked, her voice sweet and cheery.

Maggie turned to face her, replying curtly. "Maggie. I prefer Maggie"

"OK"

"Firstly, I like to advise you Ms Higginbottom that it is not sensible to get on the wrong end of my father's…uh, blades. I'm sure you wouldn't want this nice clean floor to get all messy," suggested Maggie, motioning with a hand towards the impeccably clean white floor.

Inquisitively the therapist stared at Maggie, ready to ask a question but decided against it, only muttering. "Thank you for the warning"

Maggie nodded, glancing at the clock showing that it was nearly quarter past eleven. He was late. What is it with men being late? He more than likely chickened out.

An agitated sigh fluttered from Ms Higginbottom's lips as she glanced at the clock, shaking her head slightly. "Your father should know that the meeting starts at 11am. I wrote it clearly on the letter"

"Maybe" breathed Maggie, "He misread it. He probably thought it said 1pm. You know he is getting on a bit. Old age must be finally taking its toll on him"

Ms Higginbottom slowly nodded and then gestured wildly towards the bottom of the door, eyes wide with amazement at the thick steam swirling into the room. It ascended upwards as red and green lights flashed brightly within the midst of the smoke.

Maggie swallowed the lump in her throat, stepping back and wisely shielded her eyes as a dazzling white light illuminated the room. Unfortunately for her, Ms Higginbottom idiotically gazed at the light shrieking loudly at how intense the light was that nearly eradicated whatever eyesight she had left.

With utter anxiousness Maggie peeked through her fingers to find Freddy standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat, his arms above his head in a pose of triumph. "Don't I know how to make an entrance or what?"

Growling softly, Ms Higginbottom hissed. "Mr Krueger you nearly blinded me!"

Freddy scrunched his charred face up in repulsion as he studied the wrinkled old therapist and snarled, "Shit…you're ugly, bitch!"

A gasp came from Maggie whose mouth popped open in horror at what her father had just said. The therapist twisted her body away from him, whispering. "I never heard that"

Freddy grinned, cupping his bladed glove and burnt hand over his mouth as he shouted, "I said…you're ugly, bitch! Your face is like a pig's ass!"

"Dad! Stop it," snarled Maggie, appalled at his behaviour.

He blinked, slowly spinning around to face his daughter finally acknowledging her presence in the room. With narrowed eyes, he gazed at her up and down examining her appearance, "You haven't changed much"

She shrugged her shoulders and took a quickglance at his own attire. "Well…you still haven't got a new sweater" Slowly her eyes widened ever so slightly as they land on his bloodless blades, "No way, you've clean your blades!"

He smirked; admiring them as a mother would a newborn child, then pointed a blade in her direction and fired her a wicked grin, "Just for you!"

Maggie rolled her eyes, muttering scornfully, "Gee…thanks"

"A-hem" coughed Ms Higginbottom, glaring at both family members and then at the two free seats, "Let's get started"

Freddy eyed the two empty seats with doubt then glanced at Maggie who did likewise, "I'm not sitting beside him!" she cried.

Puzzlement clouded the therapist's mind as she glimpsed at the family members, who had were eyeing each other with utter disdain. Her eyes locked on Freddy's charred skin, "Is it because he can spontaneously combust into flames? Is that how you died Mr Krueger?"

A vicious snarl curled on his face at this ridiculous remark, while Maggie tried her utmost best to muffle her giggles with her hand pretending to cough as Freddy shot her a spiteful glance, "I was burnt alive by those bastards from my street. Would you care for a demonstration, bitch?" He then began to walk towards her, blades clicking loudly. A figure swiftly moved in between them, "Stop" Maggie hissed.

Freddy sneered at her, backing away into his chair still eyeing the therapist with venom. His daughter sighed and sat in the free seat next to him with caution. "Right…"started Ms Higginbottom, sitting facing them. "We have half an hour left of this session, and then we have our other hour sessions for the rest of the week…"

Both family members gawk in outright dread at what was uttered. Freddy twisted around to Maggie, roaring, "A week? You booked us to see a family therapist for a whole fucking week?"

Her head snapped to her left, lips curled up into a snarl. "One bloody second! I never booked this" she clenched her hand into a tight fist, pointing a finger at him, "you did!"

Laughing in disbelief, he shook his head and icily replied; "You think that I would want to spend a week with you? I think that getting my head chopped off again would be less painful"

An eyebrow was raised as Maggie titled her head to the side, smiling mischievously. "Really? Well, as I was coming down the hallway I saw an axe…so how about I'll run down and get it and I can chop off your head, huh…daddy?"

The soft tapping of Ms Higginbottom's parker pen upon the armrest of her chair interrupted them as they focused their attention back to her, "Um…I know who booked you both into this meeting" She gave a quick glance at Freddy who leaned towards her, a blade pointed at her face, snarling. "Who is it, bitch?"

The woman gulped, clearing her throat. "A friend of yours"

"Friend?" snorted Maggie, "My dad doesn't have any friends!"

He whirled around to face her, his bladed glove now dangerously close to the skin of her face, "Yes I do…Katherine. This is my little friend" He clicked them loudly and flicked them just millimetres from her flesh.

Maggie sighed softly, slightly more at ease as he leaned back towards the therapist who became tense yet again as she gazed into his heartless ice blue eyes, "What…'friend' of mine made this meeting for us?"

She whispered, "J-Jason Voorhees"

A loud chuckle of astonishment echoed around the room as Maggie growled contemptuously, "Great dad! I'm stuck with you in family counselling for a whole week because you decided to screw over a hockey-masked serial killer zombie. This is just…fantastic!"

Freddy ignored Maggie's last remark, still shocked at the revelation as to who made the appointments. "How the hell did he make this appointment?"

The therapist reached into her front trouser pocket and pulled out a letter smudged with mud and dead grass. "He wrote a letter"

"J-Jason Voorhees wrote a letter?" Freddy murmured, "Hell, I didn't know he had enough brain cells to do something like that!"

"Uh…I think we'll leave this meeting for today. I'm sure you both what to…um, calm down. We'll meet again tomorrow morning at the same time and place. Hopefully there will be less aggressive outbursts from you both"

Maggie heaved a sigh, "I'm not promising anything. But I'll certainly try my best to remain calm. But it is hard for me being around him"

Ms Higginbottom nodded and directed her attention towards Freddy who was still engulfed in a murderous rage over the fact that Jason had conjured up this meeting. He glanced at her, mumbling. "Yeah…whatever bitch" With one last malicious glance at both ladies, Freddy disappeared into a puff of red and green smoke, back to the dream world. Ready to release his anger through the hideous death of some poor defenceless child.