A/N: MAW - Mother/mom/mum.
Nowt - Nothing. Just incase.
Songs:
I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany.
Stand By Your Man - Tammy Wynette
Coward Of The County - Kenny Rogers.
No infringment intended.
I feel I should mention, I wrote this chapter, based on some personal experiences shall we say, which I worked into this, sort of.
"Well, we tried to warn her." Jason shrugged.
Sean shook his head in disbelief. The news of Hannah and Alex's death had just reached them.
"You're okay with this?"
"Of course I'm not okay with it, Sean. This guys gutting people left, right and center. All I'm saying is, if she'd had listened to us, she'd have been more prepared."
"You're seriously not affected by this? Two of our friends have just been killed, Jason. You're acting like we'd told Hannah if she didn't wear a helmet she'd hurt herself while cycling. She's fucking dead!"
"I know she's dead you twat, I'm not thick." Jason snapped.
"Well at least show something! You look like nothings happened. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sean wanted to hit him. He looked emotionless. Blank. It was pissing him off.
Jason got up from his seated position and stood infront of Sean. "There's nothing fucking wrong with me, don't fucking turn on me, because I'm not on the floor sobbing. I don't do that shit. It's not in my nature. Yes, I know Hannah's dead, no I'm not okay with it, yes, I am upset and pissed the fuck off. But I'm not going to lose it, or act any differently. We can't afford that. Right now, it's kill or be killed, so if you don't mind, I'll get my own back on Krueger, when we figure out how to waste the fucker, instead of sitting bawling over something that can't be changed. I don't cry, get me?"
Sean had held his tongue through-out this, but frowned at the last sentence. "You don't cry?" Jason shook his head. "Everyone cries. You must have cried."
"Obviously, when I was a kid, but I haven't cried since I was around five. It's just not me."
Sean raised an eyebrow. He didn't think that was possible. "You haven't cried, since you were a kid? Jeez. I've cried tonnes - EH I mean, I've cried, but eh, you know..Shutting up now."
"What you cry for?" Jason asked, ignoring the last part of the sentence.
Sean shurgged. "When my dad died. When Chey died. Eh. Shit like that." He purposely left out the fact he'd cried over Jason himself at times. He didn't think it'd go down well with him.
"Huh." Jason furrowed his brow. "I didn't cry when my parents died. I guess I'm a heartless bastard. Ah well."
"You're parents died?" Sean asked, he'd known Jason didn't live with his parents, but he'd never found out what had happened. Jason nodded.
"Yeah, my dad died of cancer when just before I turned twelve. My maw died when I was six teen, hence why I had a guardian instead of parents. She drank a little bit too much, if yah get what I mean. They both did." He shurgged.
"And yet, you still drink?" Sean asked, surprised. He'd heard people quit drinking if someone close died a drink -related death.
Jason shrugged yet again. "My dad was into drugs as well, I mean not just taking. Guess I'm more like him than I'd admit."
"So, you didn't learn from their mistakes?"
Jason looked at the floor, before shaking his head once. "Guess not."
"So, you went from having your parents to an abusive guardian?"
"Naah, my maw and dad could be pretty handy when it suited them. Don't bother me, in all honesty, I was a cheeky little bastard."
"You still are." Sean pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. He could feel the lump forming in his throat. He didn't fancy crying there and then infront of Jason.
Jason sighed, before looking up again. "Right. Well. I suggest, that we try and kill Freddy, before he kills anyone else. He seems to be going for people around us, more-so, you. So, anyone you're coming into contact with, is in danger, to put it bluntly."
"Why me?" Sean's head snapped up.
"...Because everyone I'm close to is back in Scotland? Bar yourself, of course."
"Oh. Wait, so that includes you. You're in danger too."
"...Sean, I was in it from the start. Obviously, I wasn't referring to myself, you nut. It does mean he'll put in extra effort to go after Sammy though, I'd guess anyway."
Sean growled, his fist clenching. "He's not getting my little brother."
"Then we need to keep watch on him." Jason sat down once more, his face an expression of concentration.
Sean thought over what Jason had just said. He was probably right. They had to protect Sammy.
"Children behave, that's what they say when we're together. And watch how you play, they don't understand, and so we're -"
The music greeted the two young men at the front door of Sean's home, accompanied by his mothers singing.
"-Running just as fast as we can, holding onto one another's hands. Tryin' to get away into the night, and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around, I think we're alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound."
"Ah, shit, she's been drinking." Sean sighed, rubbing a hand across his eyes. "This should be fun."
He made his way through to the livingroom, where his mother sat with two bottles infront of her. One empty and around a quarter of the second one, gone. He sighed, annoyed. His mother was doing well with staying away from the drink until now. He wouldn't class her as an alcoholic, she was a binge drinker though, even Sean couldn't deny that. He watched her dance around the livingroom for a couple of seconds. "Awright, mam?"
She spun on her heel clumisly, almost falling over. She regained her balance with a little difficulty, before flinging her arms around Sean. "Alright, son?" She planted a kiss on his cheek. "This was mine and your fathers song, you know? You know what else, Sean? You're his spitting image. Almost his double." Her voice was slightly slurred. She let go of Sean and turned,swaying a little. She began to sing along to the chorus once more. "- Running just as fast as we can, holding onto one anothers hand, tryin' to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then we say, I think we're alone now..HEY." She spun once more to face her son. "Sean, this could be your song. Yours and Jason's." She let out a small laugh at her son's shocked face. "I always wanted a gay son, good to their mam's they are. But, aye, that's your song, just as long as there's not too much tumbling around!"
Sean turned to look at Jason, who looked almost as affronted as Sean felt. It was a 'let the ground swallow me' moment.
"Jaysus, mam, just sit down, yeah? Before you fall." Sean guided her to the sofa, and sat her down. She grabbed her glass and topped it up, before taking a large gulp. Sighing once more, Sean grabbed the empty bottle and took it through the kitchen, before clearing up the mess that had been left from dinner.
"I've got a good lad, I have. ." Mrs. DiSanco looked round to face the other boy, patting the seat next to her. "Jason, come here a minute. Come talk to me."
Jason, who looked as though he'd rather chew glass, moved from his position in the threshold and sat next to Sean's mother, rather uncomfortable.
"Jason, don't hurt my Sean, okay?"
"...Sorry?"
"Don't hurt my boy. I know you like him. I know he likes you. What you two are doing, with this messing around, and 'we're just friends' lark, I don't have a clue, but don't hurt him. He's a good boy, really."
Jason was stuck for words. He could feel his face getting hot, the colour rising. Whatever he hoped she was going to say, it wasn't that. "Ehh...Sure? Okay?"
"You're a good boy, Jase. You just don't like people knowing it. You prefer your facade. I get it." She smiled at him. "Just, when you're a daddy, don't put a facade on for your child. Don't walk out or anything. Just be a good dad."
Jason looked around uncomfortably, unsure on how to answer her. He was almost begining to hope that he was asleep, and this was Krueger fucking around with his head, although he knew it wouldn't be this sentimental if he was asleep. He almost sighed in relief when Sean entered the room once more, saving him from having to answer her.
"Where's Sammy?" He asked, looking around as though his brother would pop out of nowhere.
"He's at Paul's for the night." His mother replied, choosing another song to put on.
Sean nodded, hoping the two boys could stay awake. He sat down beside Jason, as his mother finally chose a song, declaring she was dedicating it to the two of them.
"Sometimes its hard to be a woman,
Giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times.
Doing things that you don't understand,
But if you love him you'll forgive him,
Even though he's hard to understand.
And if you love him,
Oh, be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man.
Stand by your man,
Give him two arms to cling to.
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely.
Stand by your man
And tell the world you love him.
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man.
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him.
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man."
The two boys looked at each other, eyes wide, before moving apart more.
"Oh, behave you pair of twats! You're acting like twelve year olds! You should stand by each other. I stood by my man, by God, I stood by him." She choked slightly as tears began streaming down her face. "Right until the end." She continued, hiccuping. "Jesus, I miss him. He wasn't perfect, but he was my man." She turned to Sean. "Do you remember, Sean, when he'd sing to you? When you were little? What was it he'd sing?"
"Coward of the County." Sean replied, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat. He hated seeing his mother get herself upset, and he hated it even more when she got him involved. It was always the same. She'd get upset over his dad, which in turn made himself upset.
"Yeah that was it. 'Promise me son, not to do the things I done. Walk away from trouble if you can. Now, it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek, I hope you're old enough to understand. Son, you don't have to fight to be a man.' You stick to that song, Seany." She pulled him into a squashed hug, stroking his hair. "You stick to it."
"I will mam." Sean replied, hoping that would be enough for her to release him from her bone-crushing hug.
She let go of Sean, settling back against the couch, flicking through the songs once more. Sean looked over at Jason, who was very interested in his phone at the moment.
"You know, it's obvious how much you two fancy each other." Sean's mother once again interrupted the silence. "Bloody hell, I don't know how you can deny it, if even I can feel it!"
Jason refused to look up from the screen of his phone, even though he wasn't even looking at anything in particular, anything was better than getting caught even more into the conversation.
"Mam, shush." Sean said, staring straight ahead.
"I will not shush, Sean DiSanco, you know I'm telling the truth. As do you, Jason Mullen!"
Jason gave a side-ward glance. " I didn't say nowt!"
"And that's exactly the problem." Mrs. DiSanco slapped a hand down on her knee, jolting her drink a bit. "Neither of you are saying, or doing anything."
"Nothing to say, or do." Sean replied.
She took another gulp of her beverage. "I don't know if you're trying to kid me, or youself."
"I'm not trying to kid anyone." Sean wasn't exactly truthful in that statment, but he wasn't going to let his mother know that. He wasn't even sure on things himself.
She huffed, before turning to Jason. "What about you? You got anything to say?"
Jason nodded. "I do, actually."
Both Mrs. DiSanco and Sean looked surprised.
"What I have to say, is that you've spilled your drink."
Sean and his mother frowned in confusion, before spotting the stain on the carpet.
"Ah, fuck sake." Mrs. DiSanco muttered. "Sean, get a cloth, would you?"
Sean got up to fufil his mothers request.
She then turned to Jason as Sean came back and started to wipe up the spillage. "Would you do me a favour and go get the coke from the fridge, please?"
It was Jason's turned to get up, and go through to the kitchen. He retreived the coke from the fridge and turned, to find Sean wringing out the cloth over the sink.
"Sorry about that." Sean muttered. "She's had a little too much to drink."
Jason shurgged. "Ah well. It happens."
"You were being mister 'too funny for this world' again, through there." Sean remarked, turning from the sink.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Ae?"
"Remember, the night you first came here, when you said you were bored of the xbox?"
"Yeah, and?"
"With your 'I have something to say.'?"
Jason thought for a second. "Aha! Yeah, That's me, man. Too funny for this world."
Sean nodded, debating on whether to say something or not as Jason was about to leave the kitchen to give his mother the juice.
"S-She's not all wrong, you know."
Jason stopped dead in his tracks, Sean could have bit his tongue right off.
"You what?"
"I..um..I said, she's not all wrong."
Jason walked straight out the kitchen in silence.
Sean gave a dejected sigh. He always got timing wrong. Or maybe it was his wording. Maybe both. He looked up again, as Jason entered the kitchen and closed the door.
"What you mean she's not all wrong?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Well- " Sean was cut off.
"She's either wrong, or she ain't. No two way about it." He hoisted himself up and sat ontop of the worktop.
"..Um...Pass?" Sean replied. He wasn't sure which to answer. On one hand, having everything in the open would be so much easier. On the other, he remembered that Jason had a mean right hook and didn't much fancy being on the receiving end of one of those again.
"Pass isn't an option."
"Then...She's wrong?"
Jason shurgged, looking down at the counter top he was sitting on. "Ah, right."
Sean looked at his feet, before moving foward. He put his hands on the countertop, either side of Jason, he leaned forward hesitantly, planting a small kiss on Jason's lips. He pulled back, and looked him square in the eye, before leaning in locking lips again. Sean's arms wrapped around Jason's waist as their kiss deepened, Jason's arms found their way to around Sean's neck.
"She was right." Sean mumbled inbetween kisses.
"No shit." Jason replied, as Sean's lips met his once more.
Mrs. DiSanco made her way into the kitchen, stumbling upon her eldest son and his 'friend' interlocked in a rather passionate kiss, not even aware of her presence. She gave a small smirk and left the kitchen.
Sammy turned his head as the blood splattered over his face. He gave a wail of dispair as he watched Freddy rip into what was once his friend. He stared on helplessly as Paul's body was mutilated even futher as Freddy pulled out his innards. He seemed to want to make as much mess as possible, showering himself and Sammy with hot, sticky blood. Sammy closed his eyes, unable to stomach the sight of the remains of Paul. He wanted to run and hide. He wanted to wake up. He wanted his brother and his mother there with him. He'd never been so scared in his life. The wire that was holding his wrists to the wall was cutting into his skin painfully.
"Hey, Sammy." Krueger sneered, turning to the boy. "Watch this."
Although every part of his body screamed at him not to, Sammy opened his eye, to see Krueger pulling out Paul's intestines and wrapping them around his neck, before suspending him from the ceiling of the boiler room, pieces of torn flesh, organs and gristle dripped from gaping whole in the middle of the boy. Krueger cackled as the contents of Sammy's stomach emptied onto the floor.
Freddy lunged forward, grabbing Sammy by the throat. "Now, it's your turn, little piggy."
Sammy kicked out, to no avail. A white hot pain ripped through his body as Freddy's blades drove into his chest cavity. He couldn't breathe, agnoising pain passed through him with each laboured attempt at a breath. Sammy spluttered as he felt the blood traveling up his throat, passing through his mouth. Hot tears streamed from his eyes. Krueger grinned triumphantly as he twisted his blades, digging them further. Sammy made a choking noise , his sight fading, blackness was over-taking him. Freddy pulled his blades from the boys chest and attacked his face and other exposed skin viciously with his blades, slicing and nicking everywhere he could reach. He dropped him to the floor, adding a couple of bone-shattering kicks in the ribs for good measure, watching as the blood poured from the wounds he'd inflicted onto the boy, making patterns across the boiler room floor, his grin beoming wider. Sammy wasn't dead, yet, but he wouldn't pull through either. He knew this would lead Sean right to him. And he'd be waiting.
Hilary walked into her son's room the next morning to tell Paul and Sammy that breakfast was ready. Her breath caught in her throat at the grisly sight that met her. Blood covered almost every surface of the room, her son's body torn beyond recognition, four deep stab wounds on Sammy's chest. She felt to her knee's, a scream tore from her throat. Her husband came running at the noise, stopping short of the door, disbelieving of the sight that was infront of him. Snapping to attention, he called emergency services for help, although he doubted there was anything that could be done for either of the teens.
Mrs. DiSanco let out a choked sob as she enter the hospital room of her youngest son. Sammy was hooked up to numerous drips and wires in ICU, clinging onto his existance by a thin thread. The doctors had patched him up as best they could, however their hopes of him ever recovering were extremely low. The stab wounds were deep, they'd told a distraught Mrs. DiSanco, and to most people, they would have been instantly fatal. The boys lungs had been punctured, one collapsing, amongst other internal damage. They'd warned her that it wasn't a pretty sight. She hadn't cared.
Sean looked at his brother's face, covered in lacerations, purple bruising and black stitches, a pain burning in his chest. He'd let this happen. He was supposed to protect him. He was the elder brother. His throat constricted, a lump forming. Tears splashed down onto his cheeks as he struggled to swallow the lump. He couldn't stand the sight of Sammy like this. He knew each descending peak on the heart monitor was taking his younger sibling further away from him. The tears blurred his vision, but what he'd seen was already imprinted on his brain. The room began to spin, his stomach lurched. He bolted to the toilet, skidding onto his knees as the bile from his stomach poured from his mouth, leaving him with a bitter taste. He shakily got to his feet, wiping his eyes and walking out the room. He couldn't be in there. He couldn't face seeing Sammy like that. He walked numbly into the waiting room and sat down, beside Jason. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, only a croak. A fresh wave of tears took hold, and he broke down into sobs. He felt a pair of strong arms around him. Sean buried his face into Jason's chest, sobs wracking his body.
Jason let out a sigh as Sean soaked his shirt. Krueger was going to pay for this one, he'd make sure of it.