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Also I'm looking for someone to make a cover for REMADE for me. I would draw it myself but I am lazy...

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, or Michael Myers. I own Ashling Turcotte and her family/friends.


I groaned in pain as I woke up, craning my neck slowly.

Ouch…

What terrible dreams I had last night. It was just…painful. Freddy was slinging me around like a rag doll and tossing me back and froth the boiler room.

Asshole…

"This. Sucks." I said as I stood up, looking in the mirror, looking at all my fresh bruises that covered my body.

Greaaat.

I rolled my neck, cracking it, before changing into Soffee shorts, an old tee shirt from school that said VIKINGS in big silver letters, and running sneakers. Workout was the first thing written in my mental 'To Do' list and I needed to get in shape if I wanted to survive this.

"Morning everyone." I said as I entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring V8 into it. All I got in return were stares. I slowly turned to face everyone.

My mother was sitting at the table wearing an old robe, clutching her coffee cup, dark circles under her eyes. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly open as cereal fell from it. Tom was standing by wearing his Police uniform, his face solemn.

"Why are you all staring at me like I have a disease?"

"Ash dear," My mother said with a sniff, "Aren't you exhausted or traumatized by yesterdays events? They were…" My mom choked on her words and looked like she was ready to cry. I had to act fast.

"Mom, as scary as it was, it was a learning experience. God was looking out for me, and I made it out alive. It taught me that you need to be ready for anything and that I need to get in shape," I said as she placed the now empty glass in the sink, "So. Ending on that note, I'm going for a jog."

"Jog…You jog?" Tasha snorted in amusement and rolled her eyes, before wincing when I smacked the back of her head as I headed for the back door.

"Ashling, I don't want you going out alone." Tom said, stepping forward with his Police-like stance.

Oh bother.

"I'll be fine Tom, I'm in broad daylight for Christ sake!" I said, and before he could stop me I ran out the door, jogging down and into the woods. I scanned for the trail we had made a year ago, and spotted it near a long trail. It looked like a skid mark.

I shuddered, remembering last night.

Crazy shit.

After a good ten minutes of jogging, I was already out of breathe and sweating like a pig. I felt disgusting, and fat. Pausing in the middle of the trial, I looked around and saw the rock where Michael had attacked me. Breathing heavily, I flipped it out and made a face.

"I….seriously…need….work…" I panted heavily and leaned against a tree. Only, this tree was warm, felt like cloth, and was breathing.

Holy shit!

I screamed and jumped away from the 'tree' and turned, making karate motions with my hands. I screamed again when I saw Jason Voorhees staring down at me.

"J-Jason!" I gasped, clutching my chest with a hand, "What are you doing here?" Jason tilted his head in response, and my shoulders sagged as I groaned.

"Right..you can't talk…" I huffed and moved my bangs out of my face, placing my hands on my hips. My eyes drifted to Jason's gloved hands, and I noticed something.

They were empty.

Ya' know that big, huge, deadly machete he carries with him?

He Didn't have it.

"Where, ah…where's your um…" I motions my hands outward and sideways, trying to indicate I meant machete. Jason probably understood that he made me nervous, for he just motion with his hand as if to say 'Just forget it. Be glad I don't have it.'

"Hm. So like I said…what are you doing here?" Jason rolled his eyes, and tapped my forehead.

Hard.

"Ow!" I winced and rubbed my forehead, "What was that for?" Jason seemed to be trying to tell me something, because he just kept poking my forehead. After standing there in silence and growling to myself for a good thirty seconds, I finally shook him away.

"Enough! Why are you doing….Oh…" I realized what he meant. I had psychic powers now…I could probably read his mind.

Can you hear me now?

I heard him say and I nodded, rubbing my forehead.

"That really hurt.."
Anyways, I'm here because we each have a shift to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't betray us. Mother says that it's polite if I accept the first shift. Jason seemed to be happy he was obeying his mother. I nodded, stretching my back.

"Well Jason, tell your mother that I think it's wonderful that she's being such a wonderful role model." I told him as I started to back away, "But if you three really want me to help you then I need to get bag to my workout.'

'Workout. You call this a workout?"

I heard a shrill voice say, before laughing at me.

"Jason how did you do that?"

"As talented as my little Jason is, I have a voice of my own, Dear." This stopped me from backing away, as Jason clutched his hands up tight to his chest, I assume he was smiling under his mask.

MOMMY!

"Hi Honey."

Mrs. Voorhees disembodied voice cooed to him, before it echoed in my head loudly. "Now listen here you little devil. I don't need any snot-nosed, inappropriate teenagers corrupting my little Jason! He's impressionable!"

"Y-Yes Ma'm!" I said, wincing as she continued to scold me.

"If you're going to workout, you need a proper diet to get in shape. NO SLOUCHING!"

I stood up tall, my back erect. "Learn from my Jason, he's a dear isn't he? He's a smart boy, he knows what he's doing. He's been doing it for so long. Use proper manners, no fighting without a reason, don't disrespect your elders, talk properly, no…LOLing or…FML whatever that is."

"Of course Mrs. Voorhees!" I replied, saluting the empty air in between Jason and me as if she were a drill sergeant in front of me, "I will do all of that!"

"Good. And you will quit that disgusting drinking habit of yours, do you hear me?"

At this, I had to stifle back sobs and a laugh or two. I'm Scottish…I love to drink.

"Um…Ma'm if you don't mind me saying I don't know how easily I can quit…" As soon as those words came out of my mouth, Jason's eyes began to glow with rage with rage and he stormed towards me. "I CAN QUIT! I CAN QUIT!" I screamed as I bolted down the wood-trail, running for my life.

"Now that's more like it! Run like you have a purpose!"

"I'm running away from your son who is trying to KILL ME!" I shouted as I continued running, until I was out on the street and on the sidewalk. I stopped, kneeling over and practically falling face first onto the ground.

Oh…Oh man…

I am out of shape…

"No…more…running…please." I said, huffing as I struggled to stand up. A hand grabbed my upper arm and lifted me upwards, off my feet, before placing me back down on them.

"Thanks." I said, only to look into the masked face of Jason. I almost screamed, but Mrs. Voorhees cut me off.

"See Jason, she can be polite after all."

So…she's a good teenager?

"No."

"What? I am too a good person!" I said, glaring at open air.

"You won't be until you quit drinking."

Mrs. Voorhees scolded, and I could picture her dragging me by my ear to my house as she did.

"Right Ma'm. I'm just…gonna jog on home now….Bye Jason…bye Mrs. Voorhees…"

"Oh I'll be around enough, "

I heard Mrs. Voorhees say as her voice echoed away in my head, going away.

Huh.

"Alright…so….bye Jason…" I said before jogging away as fast as I could without Jason grabbing me by my hair or arm or anything. Looking over my shoulder, I made my way back home, my mother was gardening as I stumbled through the opening, shaking only a little.

"Hey Hon," My mom called out, wiping her forehead, "How was your jog?"

"It was…interesting…" I said slowly as I began to walk into the house quietly, tossing my sneakers into the kitchen before grabbing an apple, taking a huge bite. "Very…interesting…"


"Hey! I just met you! And this is craaazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!"

I love that song….

"Ashling will you puh-leaase stop singing that song!" Tasha yelled, staring outside the window as the rain began to lightly sprinkle the yard.

"Never!" I shouted back to her as I logged into my computer, going on Facebook. I had nothing better to do at the moment, so whatever.

Bloop!

A random message popped up from someone I didn't know.

B. Killingu.

Who the heck is B. Killingu….

Oh…

Oh No…

'Hey Ash,

Just wanted to remind you that I (Freddy) can see you 24/7. Jason lives in your woods most of the time, in an old tree house that had fallen down, and Michael will do whatever I tell him to (Until we fight of course) so don't try anything too rash Bitch.

-Freddy'

I slammed my computer shut and stormed upstairs, raging silently to myself and trying to not scream at the top of my lungs. They were stalking me!

STALKING ME!

Did they not trust me?

Who was I going to go to?
No one would believe me!

They'd lock me up!

Put me away!

"This sucks…" I moaned and laid down on my bed, hugging an old stuffed dog close to my chest. I rolled over and sniffed, waving to Michael as he crossed his arms, staring at me.

"Hey Michael…" I said and rolled over again, before stopping. "Wait..Mike…." I stifled a scream angrily and rolled back over slowly, opening my mouth.

Michael held up a finger, and wagged it to say 'No!' I nodded, and made a tiny, high-pitched squeak instead. He nodded in approvment and crossed his arms again.

"Why are you…in my room?" Tossing the notepad at me, Michael made a grunting noise in aggravation. I picked it up.

Just making sure you got the message.

I crumpled the piece of paper.

And drew an angry face.

"Yes. I got it." I said, throwing it back at him. "Now may you puh-lease leave me alone? So I may wallow in pity." Michael shrugged, and waved his hand at me angrily before storming out. I looked out my window and saw him walk away unnoticed.

"How does he do that?" I questioned before rolling my eyes, walking to my studio. I might as well got some work done…

Painting.

It calmed me down.

It relaxed me,

It helped me forget about the killers disrupting my life and turning it into total hell. Dipping my brush in the paint, I began to pick up where I left off the night before. That was, before I fell asleep and had my encounter with Freddy.

Speaking of Freddy….

"If he wants to toy with me, well I'll be a bitch to him." I said to myself, as I pulled out a blank canvas, and grabbing a new paint palette. I began to paint/sketch a little painting a little painting of Freddy.

"Oh he is gonna kill me…"


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