WHOO! CHAPTER 10

finaly got around to writing this... sorry for the delay...

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CHAPTER 10

Two days of Freddy's crazy driving finaly got them to Nevada, Emily had never seen so many bright lights before.

"Wow... the electric bill for these places must be, like, a million dollars a day..." she said in thrall of the dozens of

brightly lit clubs and buildings. "Maybe," Freddy said just as enthralled as Emily,"where should we park for the night?

I don't thnk we should go to a hotel, it would make tracking us too easy for your father." Emily couldn't argue with

Freddy's logic. Her father and uncle were pretty clever at times.

Ultimatly, they decided to simply stay in the van. Feddy drove them over to a deserted little section of town and parked

in an out-of-the-way parking lot between an old theatre, and a nudie bar. "None of the good clubs open until midnight,"

Freddy said glancing at his watch.

(yes, freddy has a watch. It's a timex. SO SAYETH THE AUTHOR!)

"So it looks like we have some time to kill. What do you wanna do until then?" Emily asked. Freddy wiggled his eyebrows

and cocked his hat, a-la Indiana Jones. "Oh you dirty minded fiend!" she giggled. Freddy lunged at her playfully, missing by inches.

Emily helped him up and wrapped her arms around his neck,"Missed me, missed me, now you have to kiss me," she said

in a sing-song manner. Happy to oblige, freddy did so.

A few bed rumplings later, they decided to grab some food. Or rather Emily did. she felt very hungry for some reason. They

orderd some burgers, which Emily went inside and got, and parked in the back. "I havn't had a burger in forever," Emily

said taking a huge bite out of her whopper. "What about when you worked at that burger joint back in springwood?" Freddy asked.

"THAT shit hole? please. the burgers tasted like crap, and the fries were too greasy. give me a good old fashioned McDonalds any day."

Freddy looked at his watch, his face lighting up. "It's party time! Lets go find ourselves a black-jack table and gamble like Tom Cruise

did with his career!"

(hahahahahahahah!)

"With what money? I spent our last 7 dollars on the food. When I asked for my change, the cashier laughed at me," Emily said with a

slight frown. With a sly smirk on his burt face his pointed behind her. Standing by the dumpster was a woman with way too much

makeup on counting out a huge wad of 20's. Emily elbowed his side gently, "Trust you to find a hooker in a McDonalds parking lot."

Freddy laughed and clicked his blades together, "Do you wanna do it or should I?" he asked. Emily smiled, putting on her own glove.

"Let's do it together, " she said with a cute little smirk. "I like the way you think, kid" Freddy said as they got out of the van and

silently stalked towards the unsuspecting lady of the night.

(this is what my grandpa calls prostitutes.)

--

"480..500...520...boy she must have been good to earn all this,"Emily said leafing through the bills. "Too bad, she kind of cute too,"

Freddy said as he tossed the mangled corpse into the dumpster. Emily turned to Freddy with a nasty look on her face. Freddy relized

his mistake and tried to make ammends, "But, of course, she's nowhere near as pretty as you." Emily rolled her eyes and

looked at the many gambling casinoes that lined either side of the street. Her attention was grabbed by one labled : The Bloody

Dagger. She shoved the bills into her pocket, "Put on your people face Freddy, cause here we go."

They walked into the brightly lit club. A muscly man in a suit stoped Emily, "Proof of age?" he asked holding out his hand. Emily

reached into her pocket and pulled out her drivers license. Emily rememberd how hard it was to get it. Her father had kept

killing her driving instructers. "Emily Voorhees. Voorhees...that name sounds familiar..." "Oh, it's very common where we

come from," she said nervously. "Hmmm. Well, your license checks out. Enjoy youselves," he said giving it back. Emily sighed

with relief. "I didn't see him asking for YOUR ID,"she said to freddy bitterly. "Thats cuz I look 35, and you still look like a kid," he said

smugly. His magicaly unburned face captivating Emily even in her irritation.

They changed 200 of their dollars into chips and drifted over to the roulette table. Freddy put his half on a square. "Gimmie 20

on Red," he said in a commanding tone. Emily put hers down as well, "I'll take 29 on Black, please." The spinner smiled at her

politeness as he turned the wheel. As it spun, a black haired woman in a red dress asked them if they were together, seeing

Freddy put his arm around Emily's waist. "As a matter of fact, yes, we are," Emily said proudly. The woman looked at Freddy

with distaste, "What are you, eighteen?" she asked Emily in a disgusted tone. "No, I'm 26,"Emily lied,"We met in a chat-room

2 months ago. But thank you for insulting my boyfriend,"She added with a edge to her voice.

The woman huffed and walked away. Freddy raised an eyebrow, "boyfriend?" he asked. "Well, it's a loose interpretation

of the word "boy" I'll admit. You certainly aren't just a mere boy, are you?" The roulette ball stoped. "And it's 29, Black,"

he called , pushing a small mountain of chips in Emilys direction.

They counted out her winnings on a table near a bar that happened to be in the casino. "Altogether, you just made

about 680 dollars." Freddy said giing her an approving smile. He wanted to gamble more, but Emily thought they had

better play it safe for now and just cash out. Freddy reluctantly agreed and orderd a vodka. Emily made a face, and

Freddy asked her if she had ever drank before. Emily shook her head,"Daddy didn't permit that kind of thing."

Now Freddy was covinced that he HAD to get her a drink. Anything that pissed off that over-size goalie had to be done.

If just for the sake of pissing him off. "Make that two vodkas," he said to the waitress. When the drinks were brought Emily

looked at hers with uncertianty, "I don't know Freddy, drinking causes all sorts of diseases, and some types of cancer.

Not to mention what it does to your brain cells." "Aww, you've killed bigger things than that,"Freddy said handing it to her.

"Besides, what harm could it realy do? It'll be fun. " Emily was still hesitant, but raised her lips to the glass and sipped it.

It burned all the way down, and tasted awful. But...she wanted more. Like Freddy said, what could happen ?

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Emilys head pounded as she sat up the next morning, the events of last night all a blur. "Oh...my head..." She moaned

"Thats called a hang-over, darlin'." Freddy said sitting up next to her. "Ugh...I'm never drinking again..." she said rubbing

her eyes. She spotted a glint in her left hand. It was a ring.

(gasp :-O)

"Uh... freddy... how drunk did we get last night?" "Pretty slammed. Why?" "Um...I think we got married." Freddy calmly took her

hand and looked at the ring, next to the bed he picked up a piece of paper. A marriage license. "Hmmm...guess so." He was taking

this suprisingly well. He didn't seem upset at all. " Well, uh...what do we do?" Emily asked having no idea how to react. "You wanna

get divorced?" Freddy asked in a curious tone. Emily thought about it for a moment "I don't know... do you?" "I'm good." Freddy

said shrugging. "Well then... I guess I'm Mrs. Freddy Krueger"

Emily examined the ring on her finger. It was pretty. White gold, with a heart shaped diamond in the center. "You have good

taste in jewlry." "Thanks, Emily" Freddy said slipping his sweater back on. Emily looked at him wide eyed, "you just called me Emily."

"That's your name isn't it?" he said in a careless tone. "Yeah but you've never called me by my name before." "Well, I figure, since we're

married now, I should call you by your name. Emily." She had to admit, there was a certain thing she liked about him using her proper name.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Emily said discovering they had rented a room after all. She wasn't really suprised to find herself naked,

it HAD been their wedding night.

After finishing her bath, Emily looked at the callender on the wall to check the date. She suddenly relized somrthing rather important.

She was three days late. Going pale, she sank to the floor, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She hurriedly jumped to her

feet and dug through the stuff in the cabinet behind the mirror until she found what she was looking for. Shaking, she pulled out

one of the little strips and sat on the toilet.

Freddy was concerned. Emily had been in there for a long time, and the shower had cut off 10 minutes ago. He knocked on the door,

"Emily, you okay in there?" A note slid out from under the door. Freddy knelt down and picked it up. In neat, small letters he read the words:

"I'M pregnant"

(O.M.F.G!)

"Are you sure?" he asked. A tiny voice on the other side of the door answerd "...yes..." Freddy shook his head, as if to clear it. "Is

there anything I can do?" "Promise me you won't leave..." This suprised Freddy. "What?" he asked confused. He heard a sad sigh,

"My mom didn't die... she left. She had me, waited for seven years, and just left. She never really wanted me..." Her confession

touched a place in Freddy that hadn't been in years. His mother had not wanted him either. "I won't leave."

Emily opened the door and looked up at him. Freddy had never relized how small and fragile she looked before. How incrediably

innocent she still was.

"You promise?" she asked. Freddy nodded and wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face into his chest, sobbing quietly.

Just being there for her. He relized that she was his responsibility now. Her, and the small life forming inside her. A child. HIS child.

He placed his hand on her stomach at that last thought. HIS child was growing in there. "I'm gonna be a father..." he half-whisperd

to himself. Emily looked up at him, "Yeah...you are" she said softly.

Freddy kissed her forehead softly. "Let's get out of here before we find out we changed our names to Ozzy and Harriet" he joked.

Emily nodded silently and let him lead her out of the building and into their van, parked haphazardly , and taking up two

and a half parking spaces. Neither of them noticed the red-headed doll standing across the street.

Chucky pulled out his cell phone and dialed, a smirk on his face."Hey, Mikey, guess what? I found them".

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