Notes: Arg...I'm sleepy. Shortish chapter but very important stuff. I'm going to promote myself for a moment and ask that all my readers go over to the Friday the 13th section and read my new story called Black Ice Friday. Yes. I have crossed over to the Jason side. Actually I just have been catching up on my F13 movies and got intrigued enough to start my own. Its not just a simply hack and slash like all of the Jason movies are, I am incorporating a plot into it. The first 2 chapters are up and if you think that Chapter 12 here was gory...you ain't seen nothing yet! Anyway happy scares with this chapter, can't wait to hear from you.

Riley

Chapter Thirteen:

Mutual Organs

There were less of them than before. He had chosen only a selected view to return, and here they stood in the Springwood landmark. The house on Elm Street had long since become the haunting of the neighborhood. Children would run up to the front windows of the house to see inside the cryptic setting that once belonged to the Springwood Slasher himself. He had been embodied here, it was his resting home, his sanctum, but he had found a way out. Oh yes, he had certainly found his way.

Two adults stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the demented home in curiosity. The woman of the pair wore a hood over her head, to hide her face from the morning glow. The unwelcoming gloom that sank over the atmosphere of Springwood remained thick, but neither of them were affected. The accomplice had his hands tucked into his jacket's pockets staring wide-eyed at the sight. He had agreed to show her the house, with the promise of meeting Fred Krueger in person. For several years he had waited to meet the notorious monster of sleep. The thought of it brought an insane sense of comfort, he wanted to be like her. They had only met just now, he had drunk some coffee on the way over while the stench just sunk in her nose like acid. She didn't need to eat or drink any more.

"So what do I call you?" He had asked upon meeting her, to whist she simply replied, "Dead."

She went on to explain of her redemption, her triumph over death, and how she concurred the world without anyone realizing she was alive. Her hair had turned starch white, in which laced over her gray-decayed face like mangled cobwebs. She didn't breathe and her eyes were apparently so rotten that she needed to wear sunglasses despite the neutral weather. It made him appreciate the pigment of his own skin and the oxygen that filled his lungs.

"There are always others," She had explained, "Always others to perform the rituals and tasks, and these others have succeeded in our resurrection. Now we need a place to hide. And a place to wait."

"For who?"

She stared at him through her covered eyes, though the sensation of angst caused his blood to run still, "The Heiress of the Nightmare Throne."

"There's another one?" He had asked, completely astonished. Nodding her head and splitting a smile in between her blue lips she said, "Oh yes. She has opened a portal for him to return to. I can feel 

her in my blood. She's so young to understand what capabilities she has. But it doesn't matter. The times are set in motion, and He has already used her to escape into this world."

"So how to you plan to lure him here?"

She showed him the cooler.

He did not expect to see what he saw inside the cooler.

"We've collected them on each of our victims. These will not only bring back his original body but, they'll also create a whole new wave of destruction." She spoke in dark excitement.

He knew that upon meeting, he was in a tie of impending death. He was not one of them, he was alive and fully functional. But he wanted to join this establishment and redefine himself. He was a lonely person with several unanswered questions. She had told him that if he was so interested in joining their legion, than he would come when Freddy came back.

"I'll be waiting." He assured her.

Ellie had slept in Kate and Harry's bed after her scare in the middle of the night. Harry slept on the couch in the den while his wife and daughter slept in the bedroom. His eyes were weary, lacking the energy to stay awake yet the intensity to fall asleep. He decided to grade papers while waiting for the exhaustion to succumb. Before retiring in the den where he usually worked anyway, he waited for the two of them to fall asleep. Ellie seemed too tired to even be frightened awake. But Kate had only concern for her. Harry finally felt drowsiness overcome an hour after working. He turned off his lamp and lay down on the sofa.

The house had an unruly silence to it.

Immediately Harry flashed back to the days of when he lived in Springwood, when Freddy tormented him nightly. The scars on his body would be there forever as an unwanted reminder of what had happened. He had been institutionalized shortly after the events of Freddy's rampage. The doctors all agreed that he would probably remain insomniac for most of his life. His parents worried for him, unsure of what had really happened in that time. Kate's father didn't want anything to do with him. After they married, it seemed obvious that he would completely disown her. Harry knew that he would never understand.

As thoughts swirled in his mind, the night grew darker. Their neighborhood was quiet at night, they had done a successful job of blending in with suburbia. However it seemed now that the illusion that he and Kate had created was proving to be just a smoke screen. The truth would always come back to find them. He had seen himself at his worst and most paranoid moments and thought he had finally defeated them. Yet here he lie, fearing for the sake of everyone he loved.

He and Kate knew that after this particular nightmare Ellie had had, that they would eventually have to come to terms with what they were hiding from. Harry had always had a feeling that they had adopted Ellie with some unmentioned undertone attached. Kate knew something about Ellie that Harry didn't. But now he was realizing the same thing his wife probably knew. He loved her like she was his own flesh and blood, however ever since bring Danny back, he knew she was different. Just like how he was different.

He couldn't see into her dreams though...

By the next morning Harry had somehow managed to fall into a stolen slumber. When he woke to the sight of his wife staring down on him, he assumed it to have been only 20 minutes since he dozed off. Dressed in a sweatshirt and bottoms, the morning sun peaked through the blinds, shining on Kate's lovely face. She knelt down to his level and kissed him gently on the lips. Just barely comprehending that she was there, he asked, "How's Elle?"

"She's sleeping right now," Kate replied in a hushed voice.

"You think she'll be alright?"

Kate's eyes were sensitive, she shook her head and sighed, "I don't know. I'm scared Harry. I'm afraid of all the possibilities that could happen…

"What do you think we should do?"

"The hell if I know."

She stared down at the carpet for a moment, he brushed the side of her cheek with his hand, "There's something else isn't there?"

Looking up at him with her two soft eyes, Kate's voice trembled just slightly when she uttered the words, "I'm pregnant Harry."

Now there was something else to be more afraid of.

While alone in the bed, Ellie had a dream worth remembering. The visions she saw brought her to tears as she awoke, shaking and holding herself. She stumbled from the bed, murmuring softly in fear. She had been only four when taken away from her parents. She could see their faces clearly now. She remembered the messages carved into their skin, "We love Ellie…" their affection written in blood before he came. Before the Boogeyman took them away. When she had found them, they were long dead by that point. She was so young, so confused, that the graphic sight had meant nothing to her until now.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs…waiting for me…She remembered.

Ellie crept out from the bedroom and headed towards the staircase. She knew Kate had gone to talk to Harry while she slept. She knew about the baby, and how her adopted mother was terrified yet exhilarated at the same time. They were going to be a whole family: A Mommy and Daddy and two kids living behind a picket fence in a happy suburban home. The Scaders had become her home since then, and nothing excited her more than to know that she would have a brother or sister to play with. This somewhat comforted her out of her scared state. The dream had been just a memory, something long lost and forgotten. But it changed as she got to the landing.

Someone was staring at her from the bottom of the stairs.

Ellie froze instantly, her eyes growing wide in shock.

A familiar voice called out to her, "It's so nice to see you again Ellie."

She let out a stiffened whisper, "Is that you?"

His hospital gown was stained in dried blood, but he was grinning.

Pulling a knife out from behind, he greeted her happily,

"Come give uncle Danny a hug."