Episode 20-EVICTED: Part II

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Elm Street. It wasn't as...BANG! As it used to be. Freddy sighed as he thought back to the days he had spent in number 3113 Wimbleton Apartments. Had it really been only a mere two weeks ago that he had been evicted? He didn't know. One usually tended to lose count in the Dream Realm.

The Dream Realm. It was his classic dream-or nightmare-kingdom where the teenagers went when they fell asleep. The past few weeks had been nirvana where killing was concerned but hell where actual 'social interaction' was concerned. He sighed and scraped his claws along some of the pipes that seemed to be everywhere in his Dream Realm.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere in particular, a young, brunette girl ran screaming in front of him then disappeared behind some pipes. Freddy sighed and scratched his head with his clawed hand. "Hey? Who is there?"

She didn't answer, just stood trembling in her nightgown behind in the pipes. Freddy became irritated now. "Who the fuck is it?! If you don't answer then I swear I'll-"

She came out with her hands on her hips and a puzzled expression on her face. "Like, what the fuck are you gonna do?"

He stared at her just as equally confused. "Huh? What are you talking abou-"

"Aren't you gonna, like, kill me or something?" she asked as she took a step nearer him. Freddy sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes.

"I just don't care, okay? Go ahead, scream all you want. I'll get around to it eventually." and he turned to walk off but she wouldn't let him go.

"Boy. You sure aren't as scary as the others said. Wait-you're Freddy Kruger!"

He rolled his eyes and gave her a sarcastic bow. "No shittin' Sherlock."

She glared at him and said vehemently, "You asshole! You killed my boyfriend!"

He frowned and thought back. "Wait...was that the one that looked like Johnny Depp?"

She looked confused all over again and shook her head. "No. I-"

"Then you can die now. You're no longer any use to me." and he stabbed her with his claws. She dropped onto the floor and a puddle of blood began to seep from her wound. Freddy adjusted his hat on his head and sighed. "Great. Just like old times...just like old times..."

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Jason sighed as he sat at the bottom of Camp Crystal Lake with his arms crossed over his chest. Bubbles came out of the little holes in his hockey mask where his mouth and nose was as he looked up at the rippling surface of the lake with a bored look in his eyes.

This was totally and utterly...boring. What had he expected, though? A fun, thrilling life at the bottom of a lake? He rocked back and forth at the lake bottom, making the lake mud stir and fishes swim away.

I don't remember it ever being this boring before. He thought dully as his eyes once again scanned the placid lake surface.

Then, miracle upon miracles, the surface broke and a canoe floated into his point of view, causing a rippling effect on the entire surface. Jason perked up and swam a couple of strokes before he got out his machete and prepared to kill.

It was a girl and a boy about the ages of 19 and maybe 20. They were giggling and laughing stupidly, Jason's usual prey. The only difference between them and some of the other couples that Jason had knocked off the previous week was that this couple didn't seem to be stoned or wasted. Jason broke the surface of the lake silently, barley making a sound. The very top of his hockey mask was the only part of him visible for a second until he went under again and prepared to pounce.

"Oh Greg! Stop it!" the girl giggled as the boy reached under the water and splashed her.

Jason smiled under his hockey mask; Even if I did let them go they'd get sick-this water is the most toxic thing on the face of the Earth so technically I'm doing them a favor.

Just as the boy reached into the lake again Jason's hand shot out of the water and drug him under. The boy didn't even have that much time to struggle before Jason skewered him with his machete and sent his corpse up to the surface. The girl who was still in the canoe screamed.

"Oh my God! Greg? Greg are you okay?"

Of course he's not okay you bitch, Jason thought, his name is 'Greg'. He was doomed to get murdered anyway.

The girl stupidly leaned over the canoe and peered into the water. Jason rolled his eyes. To easy. And slowly came up from behind her, raised his machete, and stabbed her in the abdomen all the while thinking, How cliché...how boring.

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Ghostface plopped down on the couch and whipped out his cell phone. It only rang for a few seconds before he was laughing falsely and saying into it, "Haha. No but seriously. What's your favorite scary movie?"

She paused before saying, "Before I answer I'd really like to know who's calling."

He said dully, "I'm the guy that guts you like a fish."

She sounded startled. "What?"

"Nothing. I just said that I was wondering if you had a boyfriend...you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

Now she giggled. "No. But who want to know?"

"I want to play a game." he said as he brought his knife out of his sleeve.

"Hm. What kind of game. You know that I'm not into kinky games like that."

Ghostface shook his head as he watched the girl walk from one end of her kitchen to the other. How was it that people were unable to see him? Were they really just that stupid or was he just that ingenious? He preferred the second answer but still...he was just inside this chick's living room. If she would just turn her head a little to the left she would see him...stupid teenagers. He hated them. They almost made the game-dare he say it?-not fun.

She turned around at suck an angle that she was looking straight at him as he lounged there on her couch. She didn't put down the phone as she said, "Oh you know what? I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to call you back. There's some dude with a cell phone sitting on my couch. See ya."

Ghostface slapped his forehead and looked up at the ceiling. Are people really just that stupid? he wondered. His answer? Yes. Yes they were. "Okay." he said as he got to his feet and brandished his knife, "Let me explain how this works; I sneak into your house in the dead of night, find somewhere crafty to hide so that you'll never find me, call you on your phone, scare you then kill you. See how that works, princess?"

She looked oblivious. "What? I was just waiting for my boyfriend Brady to come over so we can-"

Ghostface sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I know, okay? I got it already! You kids just go around each other's houses begging for sex. Especially you chicks. You just go prancing around in your skin-tight Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch shirts and pants...it's so frustrating."

Through all of this the girl just looked down and observed her long and perfect nails. When she was quite sure that he was done she looked up and asked tiredly, "So is that it? Are you gonna try and kill me or what?"

He shrugged and ran his knife between his fingers. "I dunno. Maybe maybe not. I'm just been so tired lately. No, that isn't the word. The word is...oh what's the word? Oh yeah! Uncaring. Yeah I've been so uncaring lately. I mean on kill is the same as another and-"

"God if I wanted all of this useless talk I could've gone to Freddy Kruger's place." she mumbled.

Ghostface snapped at her, "And just what is that supposed to mean? I come through all of the trouble of looking up your number, stalking you and putting up with your crap for this?"

"Well maybe if you were a half decent killer then you could actually-"

"Shut up!" Ghostface screeched.

"No!"

"Go to hell bitch!"

"Fuck you."

"Goddamn it!"

"Yeah."

Ghostface opened his mouth to say something else but stopped and stared at her. "Wh...what did you just say?"

She glared at him. "I said 'yeah'."

He nodded solemnly and a brief memory of him and Freddy talking flashed before his brain as he lunged forward and jammed his knife into her flesh. As she dropped to the ground he sighed and thought, I wasn't cut out for this.

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Michael sighed and looked down at his shoes as he heard a rat scurry by. What was he to do? It was at least two months until Halloween and even when Halloween did come what would he do then? Run around Haddonfield in his white mask and jumpsuit stalking the same old group of teenagers? Then get shot, stabbed, hit over the head a few times then die only to be reincarnated the next day and have it all happen again the following Halloween? Hell to the no.

But still he wished that something would come up...some intruders or rouge bikers that he could slaughter. He sighed and shifted in his seat. His eyes wandered around the old basement of his home. It was dingy and just really bad for his sinuses but home all the same.

Michael lifted his mask so that he could sneeze and then rub his nose. Man, this sucked. This sucked worse than-he thought for a minute-Ghostface. Just as another rat scurried on top of his shoe, Michael jumped to his feet.

If I'm going to spend the rest of my life bored, I might as well do it watching T.V. He thought as he climbed up and out of the cellar. As soon as he was in the dusty kitchen he peered eerily out the window and saw a bright flash and heard an eager news reporter shout, "I got him! I got the shot!"

Michael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair; Why can't they just leave me alone?

Another reporter tackled the first one and shouted, "Where's the shot?! Where is Michael Myers?!"

The first reporter pointed to the window that Michael was peeking out of. "He's in there, see?"

As soon as he said this a whole crowd of news reporters were buzzing around outside of Michael's home. He shook his head and took a step away from the window before any of the other reporters could get a decent shot; And they wonder why I kill...they just wonder what makes me so pissed off.

Then as he walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch a single thought ran through his head; I've got to get out of here, or at least go back to the asylum.

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"So what?" Freddy muttered to himself as he stepped off the bus for the final time and peered up at the window of 3113 Wimbleton Apartments. It had been a long ride; all the way from Elm Street to San Antonio, just to get one last glimpse of the apartment complex. Freddy glared up at it and hissed to himself, "It's my place...it's mine..."

He walked a few paces before making out a to familiar figure in the crowd...he sighed and went up to the black cloaked figure. "Ghostface."

He nodded and picked up the bags that were at his feet. "You just couldn't stay away could you Kruger?"

"You couldn't either."

"So what?"

He sighed. "You just can't stand staying away from this place, can you?" Ghostface asked as he crossed his arms over his bony chest. Freddy shook his head.

"It's just really boring, you know?"

Ghostface scoffed and acted as if he didn't know what he was talking about. "What? Boring? Please...just please. It's not-"

"Please what?" Freddy asked jokingly.

"It's not boring in the least...it's totally the opposite of getting up every morning and stalking down the same teens and killing them in the same bloody fashion...nothing like that at all."

Freddy nodded and swallowed as they both looked up at the apartment complex. "Yep. Nothing like that at all."

There was a long minute of silence before Ghostface finally admitted, "Okay. Maybe it's not the best way to make a living but I'm not doing anything to Pinhead that I might regret. I can't violate my parole."

Freddy rolled his eyes. "You are on parole? For what?"

"Oh dunno...possession of 'illegal' narcotics or some bullshit. One of the officers just saw a dude walking in a serial killer getup and figured that he was up to no good. What can I say? So what if I did have a few ounces of coke or weed on me? How should that effect everyone else?"

"Well how did you get out of the clink?" he asked as he looked down at the ground and jammed his hands down deep in his pockets.

"Some chick bailed me out. Claimed that she was my number one fan. I was grateful. Those prisons are murder you know. But there's no way that I'm violating my parole."

"Really? What's a few more dead bodies? If there are no survivors then-"

"Well yeah but killing people makes baby Jesus cry. Didn't you know?" Ghostface asked as he brought a cigarette and lighter out of his baggy sleeves. He lit up, inhaled deeply and shuddered.

Freddy nodded. "Yeah that's all fine and dandy but honestly Jesus is dead and-"

"Jesus loves me."

"Okay but-"

"If I were a chick Jesus would love me every day of the week and twice on Tuesday. That's how awesome he is. The Christians down at the Woodsboro church told me so."

"Yeah. I get it, okay? But you gotta listen. I-"

"No you listen Kruger. I can understand if you're all peachy keen when it comes to killing and murder but I'm not into it. Besides, the economy's already bad enough. Imagine how much it would suck if we knocked off a few more stiffs."

Freddy sighed and threw his hands up into the air feeling utterly defeated. "Fine! That's just dandy! But I..." he sighed and turned away. It really was over then. If Ghostface wasn't willing to help, no one would be.

Just as he began to walk away Ghostface called, "Hey! Wait! Where are you going?"

"Away."

"How far?"

"Far."

"How far is far?"

"Really far."

"How far is really fa-"

"Really, really far, okay?! So far that not even you can find me to piss me off. Which reminds me, did you bring those bags to stay at some hotel over night or were you planning on standing up for yourself for once?" and Freddy turned around again and left Ghostface standing there in on the sidewalk with his cigarette in his hand.

It took a second to register with Ghostface. He looked down at the bags at his feet and in his arms and dropped the cigarette. "No! To be quite honest I was hoping that Freddy Kruger would be here to bail me out! He was the only one of the four of us that actually wouldn't let it go...I know it. I just know it. You're not leaving at all, are you? You're just gonna rot out here unless you get that apartment room back aren't you?"

"What I do is none of your god damned business fuck face! Now piss off!"

"Why me? I didn't take your room. I didn't take anything from you." Ghostface said as he pointed up at the building that loomed above them. "Pinhead did! Why don't you at least pretend to have some balls and do something about it?"

Freddy sighed and looked back up at the building. I always win; the words that he lived by. The words that were engraved in his brain. The words that had kept him going for so long. He looked at Ghostface and nodded. "Fine. But you're gonna have to listen and do what I do. If I tell you to jump I don't want you to say what you usually do; 'Hold on while I go watch reality T.V.' I want you to say, 'How god damned high?' Got it?"

Ghostface nodded eagerly and let the bags in his arms drop to the ground. "Okay. How god damned high, motherfucker. But for the record Survivor is really good reality T.V."

"Yeah for like, the first two seasons. After that it was all fake."

He shrugged. "Your opinion not mine. But anyway, what are we gonna do first?"

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"This is stupid." Ghostface hissed as Freddy nimbly climbed on top of his shoulders and tried to get hold of the 2d story ledge of the apartment complex.

"It's not stupid. It's genius; all I have to do is climb up to the...what was it? The sixth story?"

"Yeah." Ghostface grumbled below him, "Six painful stories."

"It'll be easy. I'm nimble; I'm agile."

Ghostface scoffed. "Funny because it feels like you're the heaviest god damned thing in the world." he shifted Freddy's weight, trying to make his shoulders ache less. Freddy almost lost his balance.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"Sorry."

"Jeez. You really need to start working out more...hey, what's that shaking? Are your shoulders trembling?"

He felt Ghostface nod. "Probably. But I can't really feel anything on the upper half of my body right now so I can't say for sure...hurry up, will you?"

"Okay just come on and give me a boost-"

"I can't!" he whined as Freddy tried to grab hold of the 2d story ledge.

"God you're a complainer...c'mon fuck face! The military called; they want their guns back! Now come on and muscle up!" and just like that Ghostface's strength gave out and they both tumbled to the ground. Freddy grunted and sat up, rubbing his bald and aching head.

"What the fuck was that, idiot?"

"It was me losing what little self confidence I had left. Why can't you just be nice for once? I'm the one who is choosing to help you."

"Well you could've chosen not to!"

"Fine then I won't help anymore. You're mean."

Freddy sighed exasperatedly. "Yeah. I'm mean. Mister Kruger's mean! Well you know what? I think that you're mean and...wait! I've got another plan!"

Ghostface rubbed his hurt arms. "Will it involve me losing any limbs?

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Jason sighed as he climbed on the bus that would take him back to San Antonio. Ignoring the severe looks of everyone else on the bus he walked all the way to the back and was surprised to find Michael stretched out in one seat and sleeping. Jason frowned. Looks like I'm not alone here. He thought as he plopped down next to Michael.

Michael's head shot up and he reached inside of his mask and wiped off some drool. What? Who's there?

Let's see; he's big, tall and wears a hockey mask and machete. It's me idiot. I'm going back to San Antonio too.

Michael narrowed his eyes. Who says that I'm going back?

You're on the right bus aren't you?

He looked at his shoes and thought shamefully, Yes. But it's not my fault. I hate that place but...but...

It's so boring. Jason completed. Michael nodded.

Jason sighed. Yeah. I know what you mean. But you're not actually planning on helping Kruger, are you?

Michael shrugged. Maybe. If the situation calls for it.

He rolled his eyes. Punk ass.

What?

You would really help the biggest asshole on the face of the earth, Freddy Kruger, if that meant that you had a place to stay?

He nodded. Well yeah.

Stupid bitch. Jason thought as he shook his head.

Fuck you Voorhees.

You know what? I will accept this for now. Only because I haven't heard it for so long, though. So don't go thinking that it's a new thing that I have going on, because it's not. Jason thought as he shifted his gaze to the bus window. There's no way that I'm doing this...just no way...

Yes, Michael thought, you are.

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"Okay," Freddy hissed at Ghostface, "now this time we're going to do it my way."

"But can't we just-"

"No!"

"Go into-"

"Shut up, idiot! That's a stupid plan!"

"The apartment lobby and ask nicely to-"

"Nice is gay...just like you." Freddy insisted but Ghostface continued.

"Go to our room."

"And why would they just let us go check our room for fun? They know that we don't live there anymore so why would they even let us in?" Freddy asked as he and Ghostface stared at the apartment complex.

Ghostface just shrugged. "They'd let us in because we're courteous and polite."

"THAT IS THE GAYEST THING THAT-"

Anyone has ever said in the whole world...and that includes every single catch phrase that was said in the 60s...Flower Power and Make Love, Not War; everything.

Freddy and Ghostface turned around and faced Michael and Jason. Both of the slashers stood there with bags in their hands and tired looks in their eyes.

Freddy frowned. "What are you two wayward youths doing here?"

Jason thought, We really don't know is the amazing thing...I just decided to come back here and Michael was on the same bus. Pretty weird huh?

Michael nodded. We're here to help-Jason elbowed him in the ribs so he added, or at least I am.

Ghostface seemed delighted. "So...we're all back then?"

Freddy smiled evilly. "Yeah. And ready to kick ass and take names."

Jason rolled his eyes. That has got to be the dumbest thing-

"Shut the fuck up and follow me, idiot. Jeez a guy just can't get a brake." Freddy said as he urged Ghostface and Michael towards the apartment complex.

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"Yeah and he was all like, 'Well fine bitch! That just makes you a tease!' and I was all like, 'I didn't like you anyway!' and then he said-"

Freddy burst into the apartment lobby with Ghostface, Michael and Jason following close behind him. He pointed at the girl on the cell phone, the girl that had kicked them out of their apartment, and howled, "YOU!"

She narrowed her eyes and said into her cell, "Yeah Judy. I'm gonna have to call you back. Bye." then to Freddy, "What the fuck do you want? You were-"

"Evicted. But we're back because we're just a real pain in the ass...like the kind that don't go away easily." Ghostface proclaimed. Jason slapped his forehead.

Nicely put dip shit.

"Shut up Voorhees. No one is talking to you." Ghostface muttered as he withdrew his knife from his sleeve.

The girl's eyes got wide. "So you're going to, like, kill me or what? My daddy owns the apartment and he won't like-"

"Will you just shut up and give me the key to our apartment?" Freddy asked as he held out his hand expectantly. She shook her head.

"No."

Ghostface nodded. "Yes."

"Nope."

Yes. Michael thought.

"Uh no...especially for you...you creep me out more than the others." she said stubbornly.

Jason also held out his hand. Yes you little...

"Fine! Okay I'll give you the key but-"

"Laurie? Laurie what's going on here?" another voice broke in. They all turned around to see Stephen King now standing behind the counter that housed the room keys. He raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

Ghostface gasped. "A...are you-"

"Yes. Yes I am. And you all just need to get out now."

Michael seemed disappointed. But why? Don't you like us?

He shook his head. "No. Quite the opposite. I loath every one of you. Why? Because I'm Stephen King and I can hate like that. But seriously, you guys are nothing but trouble. Since Pin Idiot and his friends moved in things have gone much smoother and-"

Freddy couldn't help but interrupt. "So are you, like, the owner of this place? Is that brat-" he motioned to the girl who was now rapidly texting, "is your daughter? She said that her daddy owned the place."

Ghostface sighed impatiently and whined, "I just wanna listen to my old Beatles records..."

Jason elbowed him in the ribs. Shut up fuck face!

Stephen King just shook his head and started to say something else but Freddy lashed out at him, stabbing him through the heart with his razors. Stephen King staggered back but did not die. Freddy narrowed his eyes. "Hey, hey! What gives? I stab you and you die, you know?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm Stephen King for crying out loud; I can't die. Kinda like a Chuck Norris thing, you know? But anyway-hey! Where are you all going?!"

Freddy, Ghostface, Michael and Jason had ran past him in his confusion and stopped at the elevator. Ghostface jumped up and down and yelled, "Come on, come on, come on! Press the button!"

Michael's eyes got wide. But the elevator never worked before-

Jason ignored this and punched the button. They both waited patiently as Stephen King shouted behind them, "Help! They are sneaking into the hotel! Come on, that has to be illegal in some state!"

As the dingy elevator made its way down Freddy put his hands behind his back and whistled a catchy tune. When it finally did come down he looked over his shoulder at everyone who was staring at them and pushed the others inside. Once he was sure that everyone was there, he pushed the button for the sixth floor and waited. Ghostface sighed contentedly.

"Nice elevator music." he muttered as the elevator dinged up to the sixth floor.

As the elevator doors slowly slid open again the dull hall that led to their room came into veiw and...something else. Or someone else. Freddy gasped and pointed at the man standing at the end of the hall. He bellowed as loud as he could, "PINHEAD!"

Pinhead, who had been preoccupied reading some magazine turned to face Freddy with a shocked expression on his face. He managed to stutter out, "K-Kruger?"

He nodded and snarled, "Yeah asshole, it's me...you didn't think that you could get rid of me, did you?"

Pinhead frowned and put his hands on his hips. "Hmm...yes. For a split second I did."

"Well think again!" Ghostface piped up. Freddy glared at him.

"Shut up fuck face; this is my battle. Now. Pinhead. Are you gonna let us have that room or are we gonna have to take it from you?"

He smiled wickedly. "Be my guest. The Chatterer and Butterball are already waiting in there. If you so much as take a step into that room they'll tear you to bits. But please, by all means. Be my guest."

Freddy's smile faded as he motioned behind his back to Jason, Michael and Ghostface. On three run...he thought desperately, hoping that they could somehow hear his thoughts like he could hear his; One...two...THREE!

To his surprise they all took off at once, rushing at Pinhead and tackling him to the ground. Freddy couldn't help but feel proud as he hurried after him. If anyone was going to step foot in that room, it was going to be him.

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They found the room with Pinhead following in close pursuit. Freddy nudged Ghostface aside and muttered, "You take care of the two in there while I take care of-"

"Fine. Just make it quick and not messy. I don't feel like having a big mess to clean up when we get the room back." Ghostface said back as Jason rammed into the door and broke it clean off the hinges. Michael goggled at him with wide eyes.

Uh...wow.

Jason shrugged and rubbed his shoulder as Freddy and Ghostface went into the room. So what? I'm a killer. It's my job to break stuff up.

The Chatterer and Butterball looked astonished as Freddy and the others came bursting in. They barley had time to react before Jason and Michael were attacking them. Freddy watched as Jason deliberately led the fight outside and gave Freddy and Pinhead ample space to have their own confrontation.

"So." Pinhead growled once Ghostface, Michael and Jason were out the room and fighting somewhere else. "You just wouldn't let it go, would you? You just can't let me have anything, can you?"

"Let you have everything? This is my place. And besides, I win. I always win!"

"Lies!"

"Nu-uh."

Pinhead rolled his eyes. "Oh can't you just shut up and fight? I'm tired of talking. I'm ready to end it."

Freddy smiled and said mockingly, "Fine. Be my guest."

Freddy dived at Pinhead, raising his clawed hand but with a flick of Pinhead's hand a chain shot out of nowhere and sank deep into his flesh. Freddy didn't seem surprised in the least as he reached over and yanked out the rusted chain. Just as he did this Pinhead summoned two more then three then four then ten until Freddy couldn't move, just hang in the air like some kind of grotesque puppet.

He watched as his trademark hat fell onto the floor and then he looked up at Pinhead. "You really think that you can win?"

Pinhead stopped summoning chains for a moment, seemed to ponder and finally nodded. "Yes. Yes I do."

"Fuck you." Freddy hissed as the chains threatened to rip him apart. But they didn't. Pinhead stopped suddenly and looked around as if in a daze.

"Where do you think..." he sighed. "You just can't buy a good cenobite these days...CHATTERER...BUTTERBALL!!! Where the hell are they?"

Freddy didn't dare make a move as he said, "Pretty funny how your cronies can't stick by your side for one second...maybe it's because you're a dirty cheater."

"I am not a cheater! And besides, I don't see Ghostface or Michael bending over backwards to help you."

"I don't want or need that kind of help." Freddy said with a smile. Pinhead frowned and waited for another second.

"Well I don't want to destroy you without a witness...this isn't good at all." and Pinhead went over to the door and opened it. He looked one way then another then back the other and Ghostface popped up and waved his knife in the air as Jason and Michael came up behind him.

"Sorry but you lose."

Pinhead shook his head as if he couldn't believe it. "But the Chatterer...Butterball..."

Jason: They were nothing. Way to easy.

Michael nodded and wiped the blood on his knife off of his jumpsuit. Way too easy.

Pinhead backed back into the room where Freddy hung in midair, suspended by chains. He glared at Freddy and whipped a cube out of his pocket. He waved the puzzle box in Freddy's face and proclaimed, "I. Will. Not. Lose."

Freddy tried to free himself but found that the chains which held him there weren't going to give. He winced and could do nothing as Pinhead twisted the box in such a way that it produced a bright white light and little chains sprouted from it.

Ghostface, Michael and Jason stood rooted to the spot, all to afraid to do anything. Pinhead laughed evilly as the cube sucked him up. Just as he disappeared into the puzzle box, he grabbed a hold of Freddy.

"Shit!" Freddy howled as he too began to get swept up into the cube. He turned to the others. "Help me!"

Jason was the first one to jump forward and grip Freddy's wrist. Michael hurried up and wrapped his arms around Jason's shoulders and Ghostface attached himself around Michael's waist; it did no good. Freddy just disappeared into the puzzle box with Pinhead's malicious laughter echoing throughout the room.

"Hurry up and help me you retard!" Freddy begged as he stared at Jason.

Jason blinked and thought back...thought far back to a time when Freddy had tackled him and stabbed him and threatened his life...his grip loosened so that he just held onto Freddy's glove. In a second the glove slid off of Freddy's hand and he was sucked up into the puzzle box, leaving only his razored fingers behind him.

Michael, Ghostface and Jason all fell back on top of each other. Ghostface got up and looked around wildly, shouting desperately, "Where'd he go?! What happened to him?"

Michael rubbed his aching head and thought, He's gone to Pinhead's world now. We'll never get him back now...he's lost.

Ghostface just walked back and forth, gripping his skull as if that might make everything that had just happened go away. "But how...why...I don't..." then he looked from Jason to Michael and back to Jason and hissed, "It's your fault...you let him go. Now we'll never be able to pay the rent. What are we gonna do?"

Simple, Michael interrupted, we're going in after him.

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Will Freddy return to the real world? Maybe, maybe not. Part III of the 'EVICTED' series will be the final part. Let's hope that Michael, Jason and Ghostface will be able to get Freddy back in the next episode or who knows what will happen.