Jason awoke, staring at the factory's ceiling. He got to his feet cautiously, looking around. Where the hell was Freddy?
Jason almost keeled over as someone collided with him. Freddy bore over the boy, rage burning in his eyes. Jason kicked Freddy off of him and got to his feet. Freddy growled, fanning out his blades. He'd make Jason rue this night.
"Come on then, you cunt." Jason snarled, positioning himself in a defensive stance. "Fuckin' c'mon."
Freddy sneered, did he honestly think it was one of his little shit-headed friends he was chanllenging? He was so very wrong. Freddy ran at Jason, who ducked, shoving his shoulder into Freddy's middle, knocking him back. Freddy kicked under Jason's shins, sending him sprawling to the floor, smacking his head on the concrete. Jason groaned, dazed from the impact. Freddy got to his feet and stood over the boy, a grin on triumph plastered over his gnarled face. He grabbed the front of Jason's shirt, pulling the boy into a standing position. Freddy backhanded him, sending him to ground once more, the metal plating cuting into Jason's cheek. Jason rolled onto his stomach, grabbing an old, rusted screw driver that had been long forgotten, he sat up as Freddy advanced once more, and drove it into his leg. Freddy growled in pain, being alive hurt like a bitch. Jason scrambled to his feet as Freddy worked on pulling the piece of metal out of his leg. Jason brought his knee up, colliding with Freddy's face, sending Freddy to the floor this time. Freddy moved, finding a discarded lead pipe, which he hit against the side of Jason's leg, putting as much force as he could behind the blow. Jason stumbled back, hitting the boiler and sliding down it, letting out a cry of pain, holding his leg. Freddy got his feet, kicking Jason in the face, grinning at the satisfactory crunch as the boys nose broke under his boot. He grabbed the front of Jason's shirt once more, pulled him up, and slammed his face first into the pipes, before turning him. He looked at the boys bloodied and battered face, another sick grin across his face. He flexed his glove, bring the blades over the boys chest,deep enough to cause extensive pain, but not deep enough to kill. He was going to draw this out. Freddy gave a chuckle, plunging his blades into the boys side, the same place he'd stabbed him last time, twisting them around. Jason let out an anguished cry, the pain making waves of nausea hit him. Freddy withdrew his blades, watching the crimson liquid slide down them, almost fascinated. Bringing the blade to his mouth, he licked the blade, resulting a shiver of disgust from Jason.
"You sick fuck."
Freddy growled as a glob of spit mixed with blood hit him in the eye. He brought his blades above his head as he readied to plunge them into Jason's flesh once more.
"NO!" The cry bounced off of the walls, surrounding them. Before Freddy could turn, he felt a weight on his back. He dropped Jason in shock, struggling to get the newcomer off of his back. He slammed him back viciously against the wall, feeling the weight fall off him. He turned to see Sean slumped on the floor, unconscious, blood pooling from his head where it had split from the impact.
"You always were a pain in the ass." Freddy growled, raising his blades once more.
Jason grabbed Freddy's arm from behind, forcing it into his stomach, like he'd done in the dream, only this time, Freddy's yells of pain weren't fake. Jason back off with a little difficulty as Freddy pulled his blades free. He turned to face the battered boy, with a snarl. "Why won't you just fucking die?" He advanced, his claws spread, the razors giving an ominous glint.
Jason backed up, tripping over a canister that he'd left out. He fell back on his ass, grabbing the canister and throwing the remaining contents over Freddy as he advanced.
Freddy stopped as the liquid hit him. Jason dug in his pockets, bringing out a box of matches, taking one out and igniting it.
"No!" Freddy roared, taking a swipe at the boy's face. Jason ducked, the razors cutting into the flesh of his shoulder. He threw the match and watched as the fire englufed Freddy almost immediatley.
Freddy screamed, a mixture of pain and rage as the flames licked at his body, scorching him. Jason was making his way over to Sean, they had to move. Freddy made a lunge for the boy, who had turned at the sound of Freddy's growl. Jason's eyes widened a little as Freddy made a bee-line for him. He grabbed the screw-driver Freddy had discarded after pulling it from his leg, and stabbed it between Freddy's eyes. The weight of the body pulled him down, Freddy's still burning body crashing ontop of his already injured leg. Jason let out a yelp, frantically pulling his leg from underneath the demon, brushing off the embers before his jeans caught fire. Jason crawled over to Sean, grabbing his shoulders. "S-Sean, wake up, we gotta go." The boy made no sign of reply. The fire was rapidly spreading, the whole room would be alight soon. Jason staggered to his feet, a small whimper of pain escaped him as his leg protested. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Sean from the under the arms and proceeded to half carry, half drag him from the fire that was closing in around them. His chest felt tight, the smoke burning his eyes. He moved Sean towards the exiting corridor, in search of any means of escape.
Mrs. DiSanco stood at the fence of the building, chewing her lip. She'd called the authoroties as Sean had requested, who were now working on getting the padlock off of the gate. She sniffed as smoke filled the air, her eye widened as the black gas issued from the building. She screamed, pointing at the building. "My son's in there!" The firefighters worked with more determination, finally managing to cut the lock from the gate. Now, they had to work on the front door. Mrs. DiSanco clenched her fists as more smoke poured from the building. The fire fighters cut the lock, untangling the chain. A rumble came from insidethe building, the men at the door jumped back as a deafening boom sounded, sending the glass from the factory's windows splintering to the ground. A pair of arms grabbed Mrs. DiSanco around the waist as she tried to run forward, a scream of grief tore from her throat, which subsided into sobs.
There were yells from the people around her as the heavy metal doors of the factory were flung open. Jason staggered out into the building,coughing and spluttering due to the smoke, still clutching Sean. He stumbled, falling onto his knees. He didn't even seem to notice the people around him, he was too tired to carry anymore, his muscles ached, white hot pain surging through the whole of his body. He gave Sean a little shake, he seemed a little colder than before, his skin pale. "Sean, you need to wake up, now. Don't you fuckin' dare leave me, not now." Tears stung his eyes, for once he didn't blink them back. "Wake up, man. Please." The tears flowed freely down his face, leaving small clean patches in the soot and dust. Breathing was sore. Jason tried to shake off the darkness that seemed to be closing in on him. "Sean, c-c'mon man, I love you, honest, man, wake fuckin' up." He tried to get up once more, falling back down almost immediatley. He felt dizzy, sick and tired. His body seemed to scream at him to stop, give up. Jason's hands slipped from Sean as he fell back. He could hear voices, he seen people surrounding him, checking all sorts of things before he gave in, and succumbed to the darkness, slipping into unconsciousness.
A/N: And this, dear friends, is the end of Nine, Ten, He's Back Again! (: Thanks for all the reviews and support.