Chapter 6
Jordyn excitedly cried out his name during the last wave of pleasure between them. The content feeling returned as she snuggled against him. There was still so much more to discuss, but neither of them wanted to ruin the moment. "Better than I remember…" She commented absently.
"And you're just as enthralling as ever." She could easily hear the smile in his voice.
Jordyn languidly ran her hand across the burnt flesh of his chest, "If someone were to have approached me eight years ago and said I'd fall head over heels for a sociopath with burnt flesh, I would have just laughed—well, if I was able to."
Freddy chuckled, "Well, I would've never thought I would fall for someone else. I used to live in your world—had a wife and kid too."
"You were married? Oh I'm so jealous of her."
"You don't have to be—I wasn't exactly really there for them. Not like how I need to be with you, Jo." He assured her.
"Are they still alive?" Jordyn asked.
Freddy sighed, "I managed to track down my daughter. It was difficult since she changed her name. I wanted her to join me—I was desperate for any type of companionship."
"Well, I guess it's safe to assume she turned you down."
"She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me."
"Then she is foolish." Jordyn leaned into him and deeply kissed him. She then pulled back for air and set to run her hand over his bald head again. But the moment she placed her hand on his head, she froze. "NO!" Instantly she pulled completely away from Freddy and turned her back on him as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Freddy sat up, "Jo, what is it?" He touched her shoulder and she jerked away.
"Don't touch me!" He could tell she was crying. Freddy jumped out of bed and forced her to face him. "No, Freddy, let go!" But then he saw her hand fade as well as her arm.
"Jo?" He blinked in shock at her and didn't stop her from backing up a step.
"I'm sorry, Freddy. Tonight, I'll send Thomas to explain things to you." And then she vanished. Freddy bellowed in anger.
Jordyn opened her eyes and anger shown through them. "Thank God you're alright!" She heard from Thomas and was vaguely aware that he clutched her hand like a treasure. Roughly, she yanked her hand free. "Jo?"
"…why?" Her voice whispered harshly.
Thomas ignored her and turned to Dr. Starwick, "I'll tell Mr. Hagen that she's awake now." Jordyn grunted as he left the room.
"Sorry, Ms. Poletti, but I had no choice but to pull you out again." Dr. Starwick explained after seeing her seething stare. "And I'm afraid I can't send you back anymore. Unfortunately, your body won't be able to handle it."
A tear slid down her cheek as Thomas and Carl entered the room. "Dinner is ready." Carl announced. "Hey, Jordyn, how you feeling?"
She slowly sat up and stared at fedora, "I'll never see him again. Dr. Starwick says he can't use his machine on me anymore."
"But you saved Claire!" Carl excitedly proclaimed.
"Elaine is holding a celebration in Claire's honor. You should come, Jo." Thomas reached for her hand.
Again she jerked out of his range, slipped the fedora on her head and stormed from the room.
During dinner, conversations were scarce. Her dessert was a small container of Jell-O Chocolate Pudding as she sat on the couch. Thomas sat next to her and finally she looked at him, "If you find yourself in his world tonight, just mention your name and that you know me." She proceeded to walk away, but Thomas caught her by the arm.
"What?"
She ignored Thomas and stood up, "Detective…you're welcome to stay…but the rest of you have to leave."
Days had passed and Jordyn's life suddenly felt uneventful. She had spent most of whenever possible with Carl—but made it clear that she wouldn't visit Claire. Jordyn had felt only safe enough with him. Thomas was out of the question—with his well known feelings towards her. And there was no need to see Dr. Starwick anymore.
After arriving home after one late night outing with Carl, she found that mysteriously her electricity refused to work. A noise from her bedroom froze her where she stood. Jordyn took a gulp and her mind wildly wondered who the intruder could be. Voices then fluttered around her upon a non-existent breeze.
Jordyn gasped, but could see no one around her. "Who…who's there?" The answer came in the form of her store bought fedora floating strangely into the hallway towards her.
"This hat is fake. Is your love fake as well?"
She blinked after hearing the voices give complete thoughts to her. "What do you want?"
She heard a soft cackle, "Come to your room to see."
Jordyn stood in refusal until the fedora hovered before making its way back to the bedroom. She then felt no choice but to do as the voice suggested in order to get to the bottom of this nonsense. "I so don't need this." She mumbled and sulked cautiously down the hallway. When she turned the corner and entered her room, she was immediately stricken still by the sight before her.
"You are more glamorous than we thought." A taller, stockier apparition had spoken. Two other apparitions flanked the tall one.
"What the hell?" Jordyn blurted out
The tall one mock bowed, "Pardon us for not properly introducing ourselves." The smallest of the three stepped forward, apparently the leader of the group.
"We are the entities responsible for Krueger's powers."
Instantly, her hand covered her mouth but she quickly recovered from the surprise, "What do you want with me?"
"It's time to bring you to where you truly belong, Jordyn." The medium sized one responded.
"And where's that?"
"By the side of the Dream Master…" The tall one began.
"…as his Dream Mistress." The small one finished.
"I don't think I follow."
The small one sighed and was instantly directly behind her, "It's a pity that you suffered so long."
"From the illness." The medium one clarified.
Without missing a beat, the small one continued, "But we knew it was necessary to start early in order to have you ready at the appropriate time."
"I don't get what my illness has to…" She then stopped in mid-sentence.
"She understands!" The tall one exclaimed to his companions.
"…why did you call me Dream Mistress?"
"It's your fated path, dear Jordyn." The small one answered.
"He longs for companionship." Added the tall one.
"He tried for his daughter and failed miserably." The medium one piped in.
"But she wasn't meant for him anyway." The small one was now in front of her again."You proved that to us during those three years."
Jordyn frowned. "Wait…are you saying that it was Freddy that did that to me?"
"Don't give that poor fool the credit WE deserve." The tall one spat.
"Your illness was of our creation, Jordyn. It was the only way to get you to our world the way we needed you." The small one revealed.
Jordyn was appalled then. "The way they needed me?" She then shook her head at them. "Well, whatever you wanted me for…I've failed. I can't get to his world anymore!"
"Oh but you can…" The tall one excitedly chattered.
"Do you remember how you got there before?"
She had interrupted the small one. "How I got there…was a fluke the first time and the next two times were induced." The small one chuckled. "What is so funny?"
"You assume the only way you can get there is through a coma. THAT is what's so funny." She huffed at the small one.
"Ok, smart ass…how else can I get there?"
The medium one fidgeted, "We are here to teach you how to travel between worlds."
"I don't get it. If you knew of another way to get me to your world…then why did you make me so sick? Why did you insist on putting me into a coma?"
"It was necessary. We couldn't just throw your physical body into it. It was best to take the long route to get you used to it." The small one explained.
"Ya know what…suddenly I'm not so interested." She turned her back on them. "Just leave!"
"Are you sure?" The medium one asked.
"Don't you want to get back to him? Isn't that what your heart wants?" She refused to answer the touching questions from the tall one.
"Very well then." The small one spoke. "We shall take our leave." Jordyn turned to see them fade away. The duplicate fedora then plopped down at her feet as one final comment came from the small one, "If you change your mind, then just shout out 'Dream Demons' when you are alone."
Jordyn stared at the hat while silence filled in around her. She slowly sunk to her knees to pick up the fedora. As she turned to walk out of the room, planning to sleep on the couch after her room was invaded, she mumbled, "Whatever."
"Oh no, not again!" Everywhere Thomas looked his sight was filled with the dreaded warehouse. He spotted a door and ran to it. "Please be the exit!" When he burst through it, he found himself in a bedroom. Thomas gulped, but was curious. He had been sucked into Dreamworld before, but had never known this room was here. A few picture frames on the wall caught his attention. Thomas stepped closer until he could make out the figures in the picture. "Jordyn?" His eyes darted to the bed again, "Shit!"
Thomas realized that this was the room Jordyn had shared with Freddy. He wasn't sure to be nauseated at the thought of Freddy 'getting busy' or scared shitless of being caught in the killer's private bedroom. "That's one of my favorite pictures of her."
Thomas whipped around and saw Freddy blocking the only exit. The young boy gulped and wished he could just wake up now. Freddy proceeded to close the distance between them. Just then Thomas remembered the advice Jordyn had given him, "M-my…my name's…T-T-Thomas. I-I know…I know J-Jordyn Pol-Pol-Poletti…"
That made Freddy pause and frown. "She said she would send you to me." He made a motion with his hand and suddenly Thomas was knocked into a chair that wasn't there before. Before Thomas could react, he was strapped to the chair.
"Please don't kill me." Thomas struggled to get free.
"Oh, I won't kill you..." Thomas began to feel relieved until Freddy added, "…yet." Instantly, the dream killer knelt behind Thomas. The chair then sprouted wheels and Freddy swiftly launched the chair towards the nearest wall. Thomas closed his eyes, but never felt the oncoming collision with the wall. When he opened his eyes, Thomas realized that he went through the wall. Freddy was there to bring the rolling chair to a halt and then leaned in to whisper in the boy's ear, "She mentioned that you would have a message for me. But I'm not so sure I'm interested in the message." Freddy stood up. "What I am interested in…is sending her a message."
"Wh-what do you want me to tell her?" Thomas only had time enough to realize that he was no longer in Freddy's private room.
"Oh, you aren't going be SAYING anything. Did you know that actions speak louder than words?" Freddy raised his clawed hand. "The foolish girl keeps trying to make me believe that she does love me. But she is just like you and the others—so scared of dying. I do admire her though for such a unique tactic to try and distract me from killing her." And with that said, Freddy lowered his hand repeatedly as he gutted the young boy even after the figure in the chair slumped over. Finally, Freddy stopped his assault. "Well, now THAT felt good."
The Dream Demons appeared. "As we have told you it would."
"It appears that you are right, Luthios." Freddy turned to the small one. "You said you'd find me an equal who would aid in my sociopathic nature."
"We have never steered you wrong, Freddy." Luthios turned away and the other two apparitions followed him until all three faded again.
A/N: Those blasted Dream Demons! hehehe And what's with Freddy sending her death messages. sheesh. What's a gal to do? Find out soon!
