The journey to Chey's house was painfully slow. The conversation had died a while ago, and now each of the three teens were lost in their own thoughts, the only sounds were the low hum of the radio, and engine of the car, with the occasional hiss of pain from Jason, who still hadn't figured out a way to move without causing the pain in his side to erupt once more. The car finally slowed to a halt. Sean helped Jason out of the back while Chey paied the driver and ran down her path to open the front door. Jason scruntinized the neighbourhood. It seemed posh. Expensive looking house, with well kept lawns and cars way out of the price ranger of an average working person.
"Jesus, Chey, did your parents rob a bank when you were younger?" Jason asked, looking up at the house that loomed infront of him.
"They're lawyers." Chey replied, holding open the door. "They like to flash their cash."
"Lawyers huh? Fuck, I'd hate to see when they argue among themseleves." Jason joked, walking down the hall at a slower pace than usual, he turned to Chey. "Don't suppose you have any painkillers? We kind of left before I got any at the hospital."
Chey nodded and headed upstairs to the bathroom, in search of painkillers.
Sean and Jason made their way into the sitting room and sat down.
"Jesus, Chey doesn't half have it made." Jason muttered.
"Money doesn't buy happiness." Sean reminded.
"Yeah, but it can sure help" Jason replied. Sean shrugged in defeat. The boys turned as Chey entered the room, carrying a glass of water and two pills, which she handed to Jason.
"They're the strongest I could find."
"..Are these tramadol?" Jason asked, looking at the small circular pills in his palm. Chey nodded, taking a seat next to Sean. Jason popped the pills into his mouth, before gulping them down with the water.
"I called Hannah before I left, she said she'd be over as soon as she could." Chey said, breaking the silence that had once again fallen upon the trio. "She's been looking for Maggie."
"Any luck?" Sean asked. Chey shook her head, her hair flying at the gesture. Sean sighed, slumping futher into the sofa.
"We should research Krueger as well." Jason piped up. "The more we know, the better."
Chey jumped off of the sofa, making Sean fall to the side a little. "I'll go get my laptop."
Hannah sat in her room, rather impatient. She was waiting on her mother to fall asleep, but tonight she seemed to want to stay up later than usual. Hannah was sure it was just to irritate her, though she knew thinking rationally, it couldn't be, because her mother had no idea of her intentions. She sighed and scrolled through the songs on her iPod, unable to decide on which to listen to. Throwing her iPod onto her bed with a dejected sigh, she got up from her position and trailed downstairs, into the sitting room, where her mother was watching tv. Hannah sat next to her mother, who was glued to the tv's screen.
"What you watching?" Hannah asked, looking quickly at the screen.
"Shutter Island." Her mother mumbled without taking her eyes off of the screen.
Hannah rolled her eyes and got comfortable, deciding watching the movie with her mother would be a better passtime than sitting alone in her bedroom.
It wasn't long before exhaustian started to over-take Hannah. Her eyes flickered dangerously as her head began to loll. She jerked awake, gasping as she looked around.
"Mom, why didn't you wake me up?" Hannah asked, pushing herself upright.
"Didn't know you were asleep." Her mother muttered, her eyes still glued to the screen. Hannah shook her head and looked at the screen, which showed nothing but static.
"Mom, I think the-" Hannah looked around for her mother, noticing she was gone. "Mom?" Hannah stood up, looking around. "Mom? Where are you?" She stepped outside the livingroom, scowling as the smell of smoke met her nostrils. Her eyes widened as they rested on the dilapidated state of the house, the old style of the decor and furniator.
"Goddamn it. Fuck you, Krueger!" Hannah shrieked, kicking the staircase. She wandered through to the kitchen, thinking of a way to wake herself up. She had to meet up with Chey, Jason and Sean. She had to stay safe from Krueger. Turning towards the window that looked out onto the backyard, her sight locked onto three small girls dressed in white dressed, jumping rope.
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, better stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Hannah shuddered, even through the glass, the childrens voices were crystal clear.
"Hannah.." The all too familiar voice hissed. Hannah gritted her teeth, slamming her fists on the work top. She turned to find herself face to face with the burnt dream demon himself, he fanned out his blades so they were centimeters from Hannah's face. Hannah found herself pinned between the work top and Freddy. Her heart skipped a beat as her breath caught.
"Looks like the little piggy has walked right into the slaughter house." Freddy quipped, sneering at her, dragging a blade down her arm, digging in slightly, making her hiss in pain. She watched as her blood poured down her arm, before kicking Freddy in the shin and pushing him back with all her might. She ran into the hallway and opened the livingroom door, placing her hand in the frame, she grabbed the door knob and pulled with all her might, slamming the door into her hand. She screamed in anguish, as she thrashed around on the couch. Her mother watched in horror as her daughter screamed bloody mudered, before getting herself together and grabbing her shoulders.
"Hannah, Hannah, wake up!" With a final yelp, Hannah opened her eyes, her breathing erratic, eyes darting around in terror. Her mother grabbed her hand, resulting in Hannah letting out a yelp of pain.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Her mother asked in shock. Hannah shook her head, unable to speak. Her hand was already starting to swell. "I-I'm going to go upstairs." Without waiting for her mothers reply, Hannah ran out of the room and tip-toed to the front door, opening the door a little, she squeezed out of the small gap and ran down the street before flagging down a cab. Giving the driver Chey's address, she settled down into the backseat, the sound of the engine seemed to sooth her frayed nerves.
Freddy growled as he paced the hallway, glowering at the doorframe. Those little shits were taking far to long in tracing Katherine down. Infact, he doubted they were even trying. His bloodlust was insatiable, his patience with Hannah and her friends was wearing thin, paper thin. He longed to sink his blades into their skin, slicing their viens and arteries, mangling their innards. He had almost achieved that with the Scottish brat, if Sean hadn't have interrupted, Jason wouldn't have survived. He gritted his blackened teeth, he had wanted Jason's soul, bad. The boy was powerfull and he knew his soul would make an excellent addition. He slashed at the wallpaper in frustration. Those brats had better hurry up and find Katherine, for their own sakes. Their deaths would be all the more painful otherwise.