A/N: You know what I hate? When your computer decides to not work for a while.

I hate that shit.

But on the bright side, one of my favorite singers replied to my tweets! Syd Durran of Valora, she isn't really famous yet but she will be! God I love her. I legit cried when I saw she replied to me. My dad was concerned. He was like, "What the hell, why're you crying?" And I was like "SYD TWEETED AT ME ASDFGHJKL!"

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But hey, new chapter!

So...time for the Reviews:

Skye: Oh yes, yes he is! We all know he'd love to get a chance at killing ReFace. As for Happy Tree Friends, we can incorporate them in a different way. *Rubs hands together*

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Hix101: *Laughs* If you want to write about Freddy killing me, go right ahead. I'd enjoy a good laugh right now. And obviously I use my own ideas for my fic, afterall, Remade obviously doesn't exists other than this website and my computer.

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Chapter 14: Texas

"Texas?" I found myself sputtering and Freddy simply nodded as he dragged his blades back and forth on the pipe. I looked over at the rest of the group, and it seemed I wasn't the only one thinking this was a crazy idea. Michael was already scrawling down on his notepad and holding it up for everyone to see.

Are you fucking serious?

"Yes, I am," Freddy said with his back turned to all of us still, and Tasha seemed to be the only optimistic one.

"I've always wanted to visit Texas!" She exclaimed, and smiled happily.

Um, I don't.

Especially when it's home to a psycho killer who craves human flesh..

"Do I have a say in this?" I asked, holding up my index finger as I slowly stood up.

"Nope."

"No."

Probably not

I highly doubt it.

"Okay.." I sat back down sheepishly and crossed my arms as Freddy started talking again.

"So, if we want to get anything to get accomplished, we need to get going now," He said as he started pacing again, "So get your asses up and let's get going."

"Now?" I asked, and Freddy growled lowly as he grinded his teeth and turned to glare at me.

"Yes, now! I just fucking said that!" He exclaimed, staring at me like I had three heads. I sighed and then looked down at myself, motioning to him that I had no pants on. "Trust me, it's hot down there. You won't need pants." I blushed and crossed my arms, huffing, and felt someone pat my shoulder. Looking up I watched Jason stood up and then Michael, who wrote something down.

How long will we be there?

"Hopefully not long," Freddy said and slashed open a portal, "Everybody through, now!" Tasha gladly strolled through, casually, and Michael just followed through obviously not happy. "Jason, grab that boys body! We'll need that." Jason glared at Freddy with his good eye before huffing and picking it up, before walking through. Freddy slowly glared at me and motioned. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going through or do I need to force ya'?"

"I don't wanna go," I whined, and tried pulling the sweatshirt further down over my ass, "I feel like a whore..."

"I don't give two fucks what you feel like! Go through the damn portal!" He yelled, and stomped his foot in anger. I shook my head and crossed my arms, backing away.

"I don't want to become dinner for some crazy cannibal!"

"Don't tell me you're actually afraid of this sack of potatoes?" Freddy said and when I looked down and away he let out an annoyed growl. "Oh come on! He just grumbles and grunts!"

"And owns a chainsaw and eats people! EATS THEM!" I countered and heard Freddy exhale heavily.

"I'm giving you three seconds to get in this portal," He said slowly and glared at me, pointing to the portal with his un-gloved hand, before holding up his gloved one. One of the blades, the middle one to be exact, went up, "One."

"No." I took a step away.

"Two," A second blade went up.

"No!" I took two steps away, ready to run.

"Three!" Freddy charged at me, not caring if he didn't hold up a third finger. I turned and immediately starting running away, but ran into something solid. Freddy glared down at me with his arms crossed and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me towards the portal.

"No! I'm not going!" I screamed, grabbing at his wrist to try and get him to let go.

"You're fucking going, and you're gonna like it!" He yelled back, and threw me into the portal. I flew through and rolled on a dirty road, until I finally came to a stop. Immediately I felt as if I was thrown in an oven, and slowly stood up. The sun was blaring down on us, and I squinted my eyes, trying to shield them from the harsh brightness. Michael was already looking agitated and hot, and had his arms crossed. Jason had the body wrapped up in his jacket and had it over his shoulder. Tasha had taken off her jersey and just had on her sports bra and soccer shorts.

Freddy stepped through the portal before it closed behind him and he grinned, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of nowhere.

Seriously, where the fuck did he get that?

Cackling to himself, he put them over his eyes and looked us all over.

"Welcome to Texas."

So it turns out that Freddy made a minor miss-calculation when it came to opening the portal. He realized that we were nearly twenty miles away from where we were supposed to end up. After ten minutes of cursing, kicking dust and slashing at dried up bushes, Freddy finally starting walking down the road. So there we were, just walking down the blazing hot road in the horribly disgusting heat.

"I'm burning up," I muttered and looked over at Tasha, who was walking in between Freddy (On her left) and Michael (On her right). Her hair was up in a bun and she was flaunting herself proudly, not giving a single fuck, in her sports bra and shorts. It was as if she wasn't hot at all. "Do you even sweat?"

"We play soccer in heat like this, I'm used to being hot and sweaty," Tasha replied, before looking over at me, "Why don't you take off the sweatshirt?" Immediately I looked up at Jason, who was to my right and then back at Tasha. "Never mind."

"Stop complaining," Freddy grumbled from the far left and I glared down at him.

"I'm not, I'm just stating a fact," I replied.

"Well, stop."

"If someone had let me change that would be nice," I grumbled under my breathe and heard two blades clinking together quickly.

"What did you say bitch?" Freddy hissed and I shrugged.

"I didn't say a thing," I said innocently, and before Freddy could yell at me again someone else spoke up.

"What on Earth are you doing out here in the heat wearing that Ashling?!" Pamela asked in shock, and Jason immediately got happy, but defended me.

Mom! Don't get mad at her it isn't her fault! Jason explained.

"Oh I wasn't saying it was! I'm just wondering how she's holding up!" Pamela sighed and I felt something on my forehead, like a very cold hand, "Oh you're burning!"

"I-I'm fine Mrs. Voorhees, thank you for your concern," I said and Tasha looked over.

"Uh Ash, who're you talking to?" She asked, looking at me like I had five-heads.

Oh so now she thinks this situation is weird.

"Mrs. Voorhees...you're kinda the only one who can't hear her..." I said awkwardly and Tasha pouted.

"I hate being the only one without powers..."

"Who's idea was it to come here anyways? It is hot, none of you are hydrated," Pamela began going on a rant, "Ashling is wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and can't walk around in underwear! Who's idea was this, hm?" It grew awkwardly silent between us before she spoke again. "Frederick?"

"Mrs. Voorhees, I was hoping you would shut up and leave before you realized I was here," Freddy said, faking excitement before glaring at the empty air around Jason and Me.

"Still the disrespectful little shit I met in 2003, hm?"

"Still the annoying psychopathic dried-up raisin, hm?"

"Aw," Mrs. Voorhees cooed, "Someone is still bitter that my Jason beat him?" Freddy visibly stiffened at that one and slowly turned his whole body towards Jason.

"Um, no. I won." He said, jabbing a thumb on his chest.

"You're mistaken, my darling boy won," Came Pamela's reply, and Jason seemed to be smiling underneath his mask.

"Wrong!" Freddy yelled, growing irritated, "I won, and everyone here knows it."

Freddy just admit that you lost, Jason piped in, causing Freddy to storm over.

"I'll admit that when you stop being a momma's boy!" Jason glared and suddenly whipped out his machete, getting head to toe with Freddy, who's own bladed claws were spread out, ready to fight.

"That's right Jason, beat the shit out of him for mommy!" Pamela screamed with excitement.

Why don't you stop being a total dill-hole?

"Hockey Puck!"

Pizza Face!

"Ya' know, I guarantee the reason your 'mommy' felt so bad about your birth that she told those kids to push you in the lake, and told the counselors to go on break!" Jason's whole composure sunk, obviously stunned and heartbroken. I immediately felt bad for him and could feel something like growing anger in the psychic field around me.

"Don't you dare talk about me like that!" Pamela snapped at Freddy.

"C'mon! Who would want a fucking retarded piece of shit as ugly as him for a son?" Freddy sneered, motioning to Jason who slowly looked down.

That's it, I'm not standing by anymore.

"Oh pipe the fuck down Freddy," I spoke up, and he looked up and over at me, "Pamela loves Jason and he is not an ugly retard. You're just jealous because your own mother abandoned you at birth, knowing you were some sort of...hell..spawn...shit...whatever!" Freddy's eye's narrowed, seemingly closed at this point as he slowly made his way over to me. Jason also looked over at me, surprised and thankful, and I noticed Tasha and Michael were sitting down, watching everything with interest.

Shit, why do I bother speaking up?

I backed away, tripping a little near the edge of the hill near the road-side as Freddy came closer, breathing slowly. As I looked over my shoulder at the hill, I realized there were about three options.

1.) Do some sort of half back-flip and roll down the hill away from them and run away

2.) Apologize immediately

3.) Stand my ground and keep defending Jason

Turning my gaze back to the angry dream demon, I gulped and slowly lifted my head up high.

"Wanna say that one more time, bitch?" He asked in a low, dark voice, raising his gloved hand.

"I would. I would say it three times," I replied, keeping my head up high and clenching my fists by my side. Freddy's upper lip twitched as he snarled and swung his bladed hand at me. I criss-crossed my arms at the forearms, and brought them up to cover my face as I flinched.

But I felt nothing.

No pain, no bleeding, nothing.

I opened my eye's and looked at my arms confused before looking at Freddy. Jason had grabbed Freddy;s wrist and had pulled it back around, behind Freddy's back, as Freddy struggled to get his arm lose.

"Let go of me, fucker!" He growled and Jason shook his head.

Leave my good girl alone, Jason glared at Freddy with his good eye and Freddy spat in Jason's face.

"And if I don't?" Jason leaned in and before Freddy could react, head-butted him. Releasing Freddy's arm, the dream demon stumbled as he held his head, before Jason made a fist and punched straight through Freddy's chest. Freddy roared in pain and Jason slowly pulled out his fist, leaving a bleeding, broken-bone filled cavern in Freddy's chest.

"I...hate...being...in the real...world..." Freddy grumbled as he fell to his knees, slowly trying to heal himself. I nearly laughed at the sight of him in pain and Jason was seemingly proud.

"Oh Jason! What a good boy you are!" Pamela praised her son and Jason stood happily, putting his machete back in place.

Thank you Mommy, He replied.

"I can't really tell what just happened but I liked it!" Tasha yelled from where her and Mike were sitting, and Michael was doubled over laughing.

"Thanks," I said to Jason as I looked up at his massive, lumbering form. He shook his head and then reached his bloody hand out, before stopping and realizing that was the bloody hand and switching it with the other. As gently as he could, he pat my head.

I only did it cause' you stood up for me, He said, sounding sheepish and the little kid in him was shining through. I smiled at him and shrugged.

"Was the least I could do," Was all I could say and suddenly felt something cold and air-like around my body, "Uh, Pamela?"

"Thank you so much dear," Pamela said, and I blushed, realizing she was hugging me, "Because of that, I won't tell Jason about your little Friday night session," She suddenly whispered in my ear and my eyes grew wide, "But you might not want to let it happen again." I nodded furiously and she let go, before I heard her voice near Jason, "I'll see you later my special boy."

Bye Mom, Jason waved at the air and suddenly the field of energy was gone in a heart beat. We all looked over at a grunting Freddy, who was halfway done healing himself.

"It takes so much longer in the real world, "He grumbled to himself, before slowly getting up and looking up at the rest of us, "Well, don't just stand there! Get walking!"

So, after Freddy had slowly healed his chest back up, we were on the road again, walking and trying to find the Hewitt household. After about another hour or so, we finally came across the gas station that the teenagers had stopped at originally in the 1974 movie. Tasha told us she was thirsty, and I suddenly realized I was too. So, despite Freddy's constant yelling and swearing, Michael pulled some change out of his pocket and walked over to the soda machine with us. Jason stood back with Freddy, who was still too exhausted from healing himself to try and fight.

What do you guys want? He wrote down, and I pointed.

"I'll just have a Sprite," I replied and went to sit on a bench in the shade.

"Um...I don't know yet hang on," Tasha said, and I smirked shaking my head.

Well hurry up!

"Don't rush me, I need to think about my choices!" Tasha said and Michael crossed his arms gruffly, staring at Tasha angrily. I started picking the paint off of the bench slowly, and realized this would take some time.

Oh my God! JUST PICK SOMETHING!

"I'M TAKING MY TIME!" Tasha shouted at Michael and I nearly laughed. Half of the paint was off the top of the bench now, and I could see Freddy pacing back and forth out on the road.

You're getting a Coke and that's it. Michael put in the cash and picked the two soda's. Tasha's jaw dropped slightly and she glared at him, hands on her hips.

"I didn't want coke!"

I don't give a fuck!

Hey Ashling, I heard Jason calling, I found a truck! As Michael and Tasha argued, I heard the soda's fall to the bottom of the machine. grabbing mine, I jogged over to Jason who was standing near the back of the gas station. He was right, there was a white truck back here, and I nearly grinned. A truck meant air conditioning.

"Great job, Jason!" I praised him, the way Pamela would, and walked over to the truck opening the drivers door. There weren't any keys in it though. "Damn it all!"

"Hey! Where the fuck did you two go?" I heard Freddy shout, still irritated about earlier.

"OUT BACK! JAY FOUND SOMETHING!" I shouted back at him and looked around the rest of the truck for the keys. But they just couldn't be found.

"Woah, where'd the truck come from?" Tasha asked as she walked up, taking a sip of her coke.

"It was back here, Jason found it," I answered, "But there's no keys." Michael's notepad flew and landed in the truck so I could read it.

I got this

Michael pulled me out of the truck and did something on the inside, before going around the outside to the engine. Popping it open, he did a few minutes of work before going back inside and doing something else. The truck started up and Tasha cheered, running towards the passenger seat.

"SHOTGUN!" She yelled, and climbed inside. I looked at Michael who clapped his hands together to wipe some of the oil off of them.

"I'm not gonna ask," I told him as I climbed in the drivers seat. Michael nodded and walked around, pulling Tasha out, who immediately protested, before climbing into the middle seat and then letting Tasha sit on the third with her legs up in the dashboard. Jason climbed up into the back of the truck and leaned against the back windshield, waving.

"This works out, but where will Freddy go?" Tasha asked, but gasped suddenly, pulling her feet off the dashboard. There were foud claw marks running down her heel, bleeding lightly. Sitting on top of the dashboard, was shrunken Freddy.

"I'm travel sized for your convenience," He said with a snicker and Tasha rolled her eyes.

"Great now he's making shitty puns," I grumbled, before pulling out of the gas station, "Let's go!"

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

No.

"Are we-"

"Oh my fucking God shut up!" Freddy yelled at Tasha who stuck her tongue out at him.

"Make me!"

"Oh I'll make you scream if that's-" A loud knocking interrupted them and they turned to look at Jason. Through the mirror I could see him pointing to his right and I slowed down the car.

There it is, he said.

And he was right, there it was. Standing on it;s own down a long, long path was the Hewitt House, looking more abandoned than ever before. It looked haunted, and there was nothing beside it other than it's shed, silo and windmill. I gulped and slowly turned onto the dusty road, making my way up before parking out front.

"Everybody out," I said opening the door and hopping out. Freddy disappeared and reappeared, normal sized, outside the house. Jason climbed out, along with Tasha and Mike. We all stood out front of the house, staring at it.

"So, now what?" Tasha asked, and Freddy shrugged.

"We search, me, Mike and Tasha will go search the shed and silo," Freddy said before glaring at me and Jason, "Since you two are all buddy-buddy now you can check out the house. " With that he turned and made his way out back, Michael trailing slowly and Tasha skipping. Jason and I exchanged glances before shrugging.

"Let's go going I guess," I said nervously, and Jason strode forward as he walked up to the front door. He went to knock on it, but it fell inward landing inside the house.

It's unlocked, Jason said and stepped over the fallen door. I took a deep breathe and followed him inside quickly, but stopped when I heard felt something under my feet. Looking down, I saw particles of skin, feathers, and broken bits of bones on the floor. It covered the floor up until a room straight ahead of me, the metal door open and the red wall with animal and human skulls attached to it. Looking around, I realized I had lost track of Jason and panicked.

"Jay?" I called out timidly and slowly made my way towards the open room. I remembered in the movie how Leatherface appears through it and bashes Kirk in the head, before killing him.

I do not want that to happen to me!

"Jay?" I called out again, and nearly dope-slapped myself. Didn't I just remind myself that room is dangerous? As if calling out for Jason wasn't bad enough, I ended up walking inside the room. When I wasn't attacked by a meat cleavage, I was relieved and realized that Jason was most likely down here already negotiating with Leatherface.

Or, if I was even luckier, Leatherface was in the shed or silo.

I slowly crept down the stairs and found myself in the basement where he worked, and saw shelves upon shelves of tools. There was meat hooks all around lined up, with dried blood on them, skulls on shelves, body parts in jars. The smell was horrid and I nearly vomited, but I gagged and kept going. Tables were set up, also covered in dried blood. As I kept walking, I smelled something that was stronger than the rest. Turning the corner, I nearly screamed in shock.

There was a body, laid down on one of the tables, it's wrists and ankles strapped. The stomach was torn open, sternum down to the pelvis, the innards hanging out. Blood coated the table, and the body as well. I backed up, nearly knocking over a shelf covered in tools, and I noticed the body twitching. It's head shot up, and I saw it was a young girl, a teenager, my age. Her face was drained of color and she was rasping.

"H-Help...m-m...m-me," She croaked, as blood dribbled down here chin. My eyes still scanned over her body and I covered my mouth and nose with my hands. Looking out the basement window, I saw Michael heading into the silo alone and realized that Freddy and Tasha were probably with him. As they entered the silo, shutting the door slightly behind them, I saw someone emerge from the woods behind the shed, dragging a body with them.

Leatherface.

My impulses told me to scream for Jason, or to even run upstairs to find him, but my body stayed still as I watched Leatherface go into the shed. He came back out, with a tank of gasoline, the body still in his hand. He turned and made his way for the cellar stairs by the side of the house. As he opened it, I heard the sound of doors opening to my left and realized he was coming in.

"P-Please...h-help me! H-He's coming!" The girls whispered hoarsely, so quiet I could barely hear her, and I had to shake my head.

"Oh shit!" I whispered to myself and started moving away, falling to my hands and knees and crawling over behind one of the barrels scattered about. The doors shut and heavy footsteps echoed as Leatherface came walking in. He placed the dead body on one of the tables, and was about to dissect it when the girl finally mustered up the power to scream.

Turning sharply, Leatherface filled his chainsaw up with gasoline, before turning it on. He drew it down onto the girl, cutting her in half slowly. Blood flew everywhere and she shook violently, and I had to cover my mouth tightly.

Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream!

Now was the time to escape and find Jason.

Looking out the window, I saw Michael, Freddy, and Tasha re-emerge and make their way to the shed. I wanted to scream for them, but knew they wouldn't hear. Backing away slowly, I made my way towards the stairs again as the sounds of the chainsaw echoed. Turning to run, I knocked over one of the barrels, which fell, cracking loudly. The sound of the chainsaw stopped and I bolted up the stairs quickly.

I heard Leatherface grumbling loudly before footsteps followed. Slamming the door shut, I ran towards the front door, ready to run out when I had an idea. I could hear the footsteps getting closer tot eh metal door, and I opened the front door quickly, before running into a nearby room, hiding behind the wall. I heard the metal door fly open and heavy footsteps run outside the door, Leatherface yelling gibberish as he did. When it got quieter, I quickly started for the stairs but let out a yelp of pain as I stepped on a broken bone.

Leatherface, who was by the swing, stopped and turned, spotting me. With a yell he charged and I immediately bolted up the stairs. With a scream I ran up into one of the bedrooms, shutting the door. Backing up into a corner, I looked around I realized I was trapped. Hearing Leatherface pounding the door in, I remembered the movie and took a deep breathe.

I ran toward the window, smashing through the glass as I jumped through. landing on top of the porch roof before rolling off onto the ground.

Looking up dizzily, I saw Leatherface stick his head out, looking down at me, before charging out. Realizing I had little time, I quickly got up and started limping towards the shed and silo. I heard the sound of the chainsaw starting up as Leatherface ran outside, and I screamed.

"Freddy! Michael! Tasha!"

I rounded the house and made my way towards the shed quickly. My leg, deciding that it was tired and hurt enough, gave out and I rolled, falling down onto the dirt. Turning over, I saw Leatherface coming closer and I quickly started backing up. He screamed his gibberish as he lifted up his chainsaw, pointing it towards me. I closed my eyes and waited to feel the pain.

Someone did scream in pain alright.

But it wasn't me.

Opening my eyes, I saw Leatherface holding his head in pain, the chainsaw out of his hands and now in Freddy's. Michael's knife was actually impaled in the back of Leatherface's head, and Tasha stood by with a smirk. A pair of hands grabbed my from behind, pulling me up off the ground and I looked back to see it was Jason.

"You need to learn to control yourself," Freddy told Leatherface, who moaned loudly as Michael yanked his knife out of his head, as Freddy shut off the chainsaw. "Long time no see, Thomas my boy."

Leatherface blinked and stared at me and Tasha, pointing angrily.

"Oh yeah," Freddy said, "Remember how I said the Remakes and us were startin' a fight?" Leatherface nodded. "This is the kid we were talking about," He motioned to me and I waved sheepishly.

"You tried to kill me," Was all I could say, before the heat, adrenaline, and fear caused me to pass out.

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