The rest of the car ride was mostly uneventful; at least nothing happened worth noting. Unless you call Michael stabbing Jason note worthy. It had been over a pack of cough drops found under the front seat; we don't ask what goes on in their heads.
Blair was currently up in the room she was to be staying in, sorting through the suitcases she had brought. Mostly clothes, but some small trinkets lay in amongst the fabric. She pulled them out of the case and set them on the dusty shelf in the room. They were a reminder of days gone by; most of them held pleasant memories, some of them a memento of horrifying events.
She slipped her dagger out of the front pocket of the suitcase and fastened it in the leather holder on her thigh. She pulled her skirt down over it and looked in the dirty mirror across the room to fix her hair.
This had been the room Judith Myers had died in; Freddy gave Blair the choice between this room and the parents' room when they first arrived at the house. She had chosen Judith's room, not because her morbid curiosity had gotten a hold of her, but because Freddy and Jason could share the bigger room with so much more ease.
She turned when she heard the door scrape open, expecting one of the moody killers to be standing there. To her surprise, nobody was, the door had creaked open on its own accord and she was jumping to conclusions. She heard loud noises coming from down the hall; they must have been fighting again.
She was happy to have the month off from training, everyone's emotions seemed to be running high, and it was a battle to just be around any of them. Blair wasn't sure what was causing it, they had spent over a month is peaceful harmony, well as much as you can get with killers. Now, though, it was as if every little breath set them off, and it was getting on her nerves.
She headed out the door, hoping to be able to pull them away from each other before the neighbors decided to come investigate. She laughed at hilarity of it all, what would she say to them? "Sorry Miss, but the killers are fighting now and you can try to stop them if you want to."
By the time she had found her way to where they had been brawling, they had settled down to a tension-filled silence. Blair rolled her eyes and headed down the stairs to find the kitchen, she felt like making something but she didn't know what.
Deciding the best way to go about making dinner would be to open one of the many cans they had packed and forget about the stupid oven that looked like it might have come out of the Middle Ages, she browsed through her selection. She finally picked out a can spaghettios and some canned peaches before sitting down to her meal.
Blair was about halfway done when Freddy joined her at the table; he didn't say much, just sat and watched her as she tried to eat.
"What the fuck do you want Freddy?" Blair asked slamming her spoon back down into her bowl of saucy Os splashing both herself and the serial killer with red mush.
"Weapon sharpening is tonight at eight o'clock," Freddy explained, his intense gaze never leaving the girl in front of him, "followed by horror movie extravaganza at eight-thirty."
Blair blinked at him and nodded, it gave her about a half an hour to get ready, but first off to finish eating. It seemed odd to her that they were to participate in group activities, with all the tension that surrounded the house it was enough to drive her crazy when she was down the hall, let alone in the same room as them.
She finished off her food and stuck the dirty bowl in the sink to be cleaned later. Then she went upstairs to gather her dagger's sharpening kit.
It was time for the "party" by the time she had stuffed everything back in her bags and headed for the living room. The first part was uneventful, her and Freddy holding up the semblance of a conversation while sharpening their perspective weapons.
The second half of the party was where it got fun, they had all decided to watch "Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon". It was a very entertaining movie, and the seating arrangement wasn't too bad either. There was one couch where Michael, Blair, and Freddy sat; and a smaller chair for Jason to sit on. Blair had her head resting on her mentor's shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her pulling her in closer.
AN: Sorry for the late update. I started my second year of college and I've been really busy. I hope this chapter is good enough, I wrote it over the course of a week so I don't know if it flows very well.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the EWU HPC, without them I would be bored and listless. It is also dedicated to anyone with the name Moneth.
