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I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the random hiatuses, I am trying my hardest to finish this story quite soon!

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Chapter 25: Prom Night

"If I go," I began to grind my teeth as I had to explain this for the one-thousandth time, "They'll have access to the prom as well. After-party too, and knowing their….well…history with teenagers and underage drinking and such, the party is even worse than the prom." I glanced at the clock, "Besides, everyone's already in their limos, heading over, it's nearly 6:00 and my date clearly doesn't want to contact me."

"It's just not fair!" Tasha wiped her tired eyes ferociously, smudging her makeup that she hadn't taken off the day before, "Everyone deserve to go to their first prom! Even if your date has suddenly stopped reaching out to you and your friends are terrified of being around you." I looked at Tasha with a blank expression, annoyed that she had to just rub some salt in the wound. Not that she would do it on purpose, and not that it really hurt my feelings. Looking down at my chest, I wondered if I even had a heart at all anymore. Distancing myself from the killers wasn't going to remove killers blood from my veins, and reconfigure my DNA once more. Being weak and pathetic Ashling would be far better than being entirely void of empathy.

Maybe if I could just claw out my heart…

"Earth to Ashling!" Fingers snapped in my face, and my eyes darted upward to look across the counter to Tasha once more, who was sliding a cup of coffee my way. "Did you hear anything I just said? About Ash- other Ash, not you Ash- and him bodyguarding?"

"He can't take care of that many people, Tasha," I scoffed quietly, "He's just one person, and I'm just one person. Versus those three…despite how weak they are, they'd still kill someone." The little part of me that was still aching with empathy suddenly began to hurt once more, "I don't want to be the reason for anymore deaths."

With a sad sigh Tasha stopped arguing with me, and threw the frozen pizza in the oven, after hearing the beeping which signified it was cooking time. I could hear her mumbling to herself, that I 'needed fun' and 'who doesn't like dresses', and my lips slid into a tiny, thin smile. Amusing, that's what Tasha has always been to me. Amusing.

"So," Suddenly someone dropped a very dirty chainsaw on the counter next to me, the vibrations from the heavy drop rocking my cup of coffee until it tipped. I held out a hand, stopping the cup and the coffee from falling off the counter, pushing the already falling droplets back into the cup, and the cup into place. I looked at the dirty chainsaw, wrinkling my nose as I realized the dirt was just really, really dirty blood, before I sighed.

"Good afternoon Ash," I said, before taking a sip of my coffee. Even with a heavy amount of cream and sugar (which Tasha insisted makes it taste better, although I don't agree) I found the coffee to be tasteless. No usual bitterness, and not the heavy amount of sweetness. Plus, when you're struggling to stay awake, you don't care how it tastes.

"Ash!" Tasha whirled around and gasped, pointing at the chainsaw as a hand lay on her hip, and her face scrunched up, "No weapons on the table!" Ash looked at her, before picking it up and placing it on the floor by his stool, and continuing to adjust his metal hand.

"Sorry babe," He shrugged, "Habit. Anyways, how were things with the three stooges last night?" My eyes trailed over Ash, looking him up and down, taking in his overall appearance. Whatever he had been fighting last night had a lot of blood running through it's veins, because he was absolutely caked in it. Yet he seemed unphased, as if it was entirely normal to show up to breakfast caked in deadite blood.

"Uh…" My voice sort of trailed off on it's own as I struggled to find a way to cope with how much of a mess he was, "I quit." As I spoke, I hopped off the stool distancing myself from the chainsaw as I plopped on the couch.

"Gave your two weeks notice huh?"

"No, like," I held my arms up in an X, "Done. No more murderers for me." Ash raised an eyebrow, skeptical of what I was saying, and I groaned quietly, "No, they weren't okay with it, if that's why you're confused."

"Then how the hell are you alive?" Ash motioned at me with a bloody hand, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't they love to get choppy? Slashy? Don't they like to K word people?"

"I escaped the Dreamworld, but they threatened-"

"They threatened to show up to prom and turn it into a massacre!" Tasha suddenly chimed in, her voice excited and dramatic, as she waved her arms in the air, "And now Ashling has boldly decided she will not attend said prom." Sympathetic, Ash smiled down at me, before plopping right next to me on the couch, which was really the last thing I wanted him to do, seeing that blood is so incredibly hard to get out of furniture.

"Sad that you're not gonna' get your pretty princess moment at prom, huh?" He asked, as though he were trying to sound fatherly, in a sense, tossing an arm around my shoulder, "If it makes you feel better, it's just gonna be a bunch of losers dancing or sitting around, and besides, the real fun is the after prom." Sounding excited as he pulled me in tighter, my nostrils filling with the scent of blood and churning my stomach, he shook me, "That's the real fun."

"That's also a perfect spot for a horny teenager massacre you moron," I drawled out, irritated, before shoving Ash off of me. "I'm not going to anything. I'm not going to endanger anybody else's lives, I've got enough blood on my hands as it is, okay?"

"Calm down, Macbeth," Ash rolled his eyes, leaning back in the couch and putting his feet upon the coffee table, "It's not like you've murdered anyone."

"Just because I didn't hold the knife or the machete or…or wear the stupid fucking glove, doesn't mean I'm not 100% responsible!" My arms were crossed, as I dug my fingers into my skin, "I-I mean….everyone in town thinks I'm this loony. I was a lot happier being a loser, and now my friends are a-all ignoring and avoiding me, and my boyfriend hasn't responded to any of my messages. Look what could have been avoided if I had just died on day one."

"If you had died-" Tasha started to speak, but I was in no mood to hear what she had to say as I slammed my foot down.

"Stop. Stop trying to make me feel better, you're not making me feel better. You're just making me angry, okay?" Reeling back, a hurt look falling over her, Tasha blinked at me, trying to hold back tears.

"I-I just want to help, Ash…" Her voice quivered, unsteady, and I let out a loud sigh.

"I know, but….there's really nothing that can be done, okay? We just…need to let them run out of energy entirely." Rubbing an arm with a hand, I looked at the clock once more, before back at the two of them, "I'm gonna go take a shower. Ash, if anyone comes in here who looks even slightly monstrous, do your thing." With his metal hand he saluted me, that smug grin still on his face as he looked to Tasha.

"Is it pepperoni pizza? Or are you the kind of people who eat strictly cheese?"

Tasha had ultimately decided to go and spend the night with her friends, after I had yelled at her through the sound of my shower. It was obvious that she needed, and deserved, a break from the helter skelter and the hellions we had dealt with. So she did, and Ash decided he just really wanted to go kick some more ass, so around 8:00 pm, I was entirely alone. Which was a good thing, because, I really didn't want to have to say, 'Hey guys, I'm gonna leave town and hope I don't run into any of the many, many dead guys and ghouls and demons that know I exist and that I am a total beacon of power, see ya!'

Yeah, running away. Like Simba did in the Lion King after thinking he killed Mufasa, or, in my case, like a fugitive. Although, the law wasn't after me, I was just ridden with guilt. Guilt-ridden.

"God, who knew I had this much cash," I said as I stuffed the many 20's and 50's in my wallet, before throwing the rest in the bottom of my bag. "Seriously, have I not bought anything in these past months?" Once I was fully packed, my shoelaces tied, my favorite sweatshirt over my head, the scent of Trey clung to it like the sweatshirt had on him, and I was ready to go.

"Goodbye home," I said, saluting the house as I walked away from it, "We'll always have those good memories…and a lot of weird, bad ones, but more good ones." Walking on foot didn't seem like such a bad idea. I could probably start hitch-hiking eventually, knowing I now had the ability to defend myself it seemed far less scary. Being alone wasn't such a scary thought anymore. In fact, I sort of reveled in the idea of being alone, by myself, just enjoying solidarity.

And what solidarity I did have that night was grand! Walking around sort of aimlessly in the night, staring off into space trying to rid my head of all the nasty thoughts teeming in my brain. Stopping for a coffee because, you know, whatever you do, don't. Fall. Asleep. So, there I was, sitting on a park bench sipping my coffee as I looked up at the sky, remembering how there used to be a time when I'd get all excited seeing the stars and the moon. It all seemed pretty dull and pointless now, if I was being honest.

"Fuckyeaaaaah!" I jumped at the sound of someone yelling, and whipped around to see a few cars go driving by the park, some boys sticking their heads out of the windows as they threw their jackets out the window, their ties wrapped around their heads, whooping and hollering. Ah, I looked at my watch, and realized prom had ended about a half an hour ago, and everyone was returning to town, looking to get drunk. Luckily, in the real world, when people have after parties, they're always in someone's basement so there's no giant gathering of teenagers. So, there really was no easy-access way of Jason or Mike finding a prime spot for massacring, and no one here was afraid of Freddy, so his little bit of power wouldn't help him now. And if I'm nowhere near them, there's no way for anything to happen, so I was-

"Ashling?" Once again, I jumped, and a few feet ahead of me was someone shrouded in shadow. Slowly, I stood up, prepping myself for a fight.

"Yeah," I nodded, rolling up my sleeves, "What do you want?" Stepping forward, I felt my breathe catch in my throat as Trey looked at me, shuddering like a wounded animal. He was clutching at his arm in pain, and I could see that blood was trickling between his fingers as he struggled to put pressure on the wound.

"Oh my God, Trey, what….what happened?" I asked, tearing off the sleeve of my sweatshirt as I motioned for him to come sit on the bench. He complied, wincing as he did, letting my push his hand away as I began to bandage his arm.

"I-I skipped out on the prom cause I-I…" He grunted, biting his lip for a second before continuing, "Someone's been stalking me. Threatening me. A-And tonight he attacked me." My eyes surveyed the four distinct slashes that dug deep into his skin, and I felt my jaw tighten.

"Was he…dressed like.."

"He was wearing a-a hat," Nodding, Trey licked his swollen lower lip, "Yeah, he had a hat on. Said something about needing to give you a message." My heart exploded entirely, and I finished tying the fabric on, avoiding eye contact with him as I nodded.

"What's the message?"

"He said…to tell you….he had his fingers crossed." Oh my God. I should have known I couldn't trust the Remakes to actually stick to their word. I had quit, and given them full access to a massacre. Except….

I chuckled a little, causing Trey to stare at me, almost offended. "What's so funny?

"He can't get to Tasha, she's safe with Ash."

"What about the party?" I reeled back at this.

"Party? What party?"

"The huge after-prom party that's happening tonight. Right now, actually."

"I thought everyone was gonna go to all these different parties?"

"Somebody sent out an invitation to everyone, inviting them to this huge party at the abandoned Steel Mill." My fingers dug into the skin of my own bare arm now as I shook a little. It didn't take long for me to figure it out.

"Their stupid little powerhouse did it, I just know it," I grumbled.

"Powerhous-" I quickly pulled Trey up unto his feet, nearly pulling him along with me as I began to run down out of the park and down the street.

"We have to stop them."

"We have to stop him!" Tasha screamed as she continued to put heavy objects in front of the door. It had been about five minutes ago she had noticed someone stalking their backyard, and it didn't take her long to realize it was Michael, who was obviously bitter about the whole Ashling quitting thing.

"Relax babe," Ash said as he loaded his boomstick, dropping in bullet after bullet, "It's just one of them. Fuckface is stuck in the dreamworld, he's too weak to make it out in the real world without Ashling's power, and Mama's boy is probably too busy scouring for a party he'll never find." Once loaded, Ash shut it, twirling it effortlessly in his hand before putting it back in it's harness on his back. "Open the door so I can fuck him up."

"I'm not going to open this door!" Suddenly something pressed against the window next to the door, elicting a scream from Tasha. It was a piece of paper, but behind that piece of paper was Michael, pressing it to the window. "It..it says 'I'm not here to kill you.'" Tasha surveyed the paper, looking at Michael through the window, before Ash began to laugh.

"He doesn't really think that's gonna work right? Just writing that on a piece of paper isn't going to- Tasha what the hell are you doing?" Ash reached for his boomstick as Tasha pushed the objects out of the way, opening the door.

"I've learned how to understand his hand-writing, he's not angry. Just a little irritated, but sincere." She explained, as she let the killer into the doorway. Michael looked down at her, crumping the piece of paper as he steadied the notepad and began to scrawl away again. "Nice to see you Mike!" She beamed up at him, and he stopped writing momentarily, not only to look down at her, but to also grab her and pull her out of the way of an oncoming bullet that had missed her by inches, hitting the doorframe instead. "Ash!"

"He's a killer you idiot!" Ash yelled, prepping for another shot. Tasha removed her shoe, and threw it at Ash, hitting him square in the head. "Ow!" Satisfied, but a little more than irritated now, Michael continued to write, scribbling as fast as he could. Tasha waited patiently, bouncing up and down as she did, until Michael shoved the pad in her face. Her eyes scanned the page, before widening. Without saying a word she threw the pad aside and grabbed her car keys.

"Ash, Mike, get in the car!" She screamed, darting out the door and out to the car. Ash shot Mike a wary look, but Mike was entirely unphased as he followed Tasha to the car.

"What the hell is going on?"

"What the hell is going on, Ashling?" Trey asked as we stumbled onto the property, the steel mill just head of us. Even from outside, we could hear the music bumping and could see flashes of lights coming from behind the boarded up windows.

"If any of them are here, I need to fight them!" I replied, as we ran around the back, into the party. It was disorienting, all of the Technicolor strobe lights blinding me every so often, and the crowd of people bouncing up and down didn't help with the navigating. "If you see anything unusual, let me know!" I yelled to Trey, and he looked at me with wide eyes before nodding. Pushing and shoving through the crowd, I looked around, looking for any of the remake bastards.

"Ashling!" I heard Trey call my name, and that's when I noticed he was no longer holding on to my arm. Turning in circles, I tried to find him, listening to his voice and calling back out for him. Finally, I spotted him, across the way, and it looked as if he were being dragged into the hallway.

"Trey!" Running, as much as I could in this crowd, I began shoving people left and right, pushing and kicking, leaping over cups and bottles, until I had found the hallway. "Trey!" I screamed down it, and I noticed that right near the end of the hall, there was a room eliciting a dim light. "Trey!" I slid into the room, ready to fight, but instead I found myself staring in shock. The room was empty. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" I yelled, stomping my foot, but before I could continue my search, I heard the door slam shut behind me. "No! Dammit, Trey!" I pounded on the door with my fists, punching and punching at it until the skin of my knuckles was splitting back, and bleeding. I didn't feel it, really.

"Ash?" He was here, in the room. Quickly, I spun around, and as I did, the bottom of my dress twirled. My...dress? Looking down, I saw that I was suddenly in the prom dress Trey had lent to me, the one I was supposed to wear tonight. I looked up, to look at Trey and see if he was hurt, but before I could comfort him and tell him that I was going to make sure we get out alive, I found myself holding back the urge to scream. "What's the matter, bitch?" Freddy said as he re-adjusted his hat on his head, "You didn't really think I'd let you screw me over, did ya'?"

"So…" Ash said slowly, putting his hands out as he tried to process all of the information, "You're saying that the Remakes powerhouse had originally formed this party for them to, ya know, go and massacre teenagers get more power and shit, but because Ashling gave up, they didn't care to anymore. But somehow, when he was out patrolling, Jason found out about it, and Freddy, being all pissy, decided he was going to get there and get revenge on Ashling by…I'm sorry this is where I get fuzzy."

"Ashling is on her way to the party with Trey, except Trey isn't Trey, Trey is really Freddy in disguise!" Tasha yelled as she pushed harder on the gas pedal, the car accelerating even more so. "And I highly doubt he's there for the party, or there to give Ashling a severance pay."

"Well, his version of severance pay could be…" Ash trailed off as he saw the murderous look in Tasha's eyes in the rear-view mirror. "Nevermind." He looked at Mike, who had gotten shotgun. "What about him? Why'd he warn us?"

"He's just tired of everything. He has better things to be doing than fighting a bunch of wannabes and arguing with teenage girls." Tasha shrugged before sniffling, "Which is understandable." Suddenly she swerved, pulling the car off to the side and parking it roughly, and was jumping out of the car almost before she shut it off. "We gotta go!"

"How in the hell-" I didn't get a chance to finish as Freddy began to cackle, cutting me off and only fueling my fire.

"You brought me here, bitch! Ya' just led me here, right where I needed to be!" He chuckled again, shaking his head, "You thought you were gonna be able to just walk away? Everything would be sunshine and lollipops again?" His voice was a low growl, and his eyes were teeming with vile hatred. A lump formed in my throat, and I adjusted my stance, readying myself to fight. Suddenly looking interested, he shook his head, chuckling a little, as he placed his ungloved hand in his pocket. "I'm not lookin' for a fight…"

"Oh really?" I scoffed, holding up my hands, curling them into fists, "I find that hard to believe. Why else would you have separated us from everyone else?" It wasn't until he suddenly had me up against the wall, my back pressed against it that I noticed he had been stalking his way towards me. Craning my neck, trying to turn my head away as he leaned forward, his hot breathe covering my neck, he grinned.

"I'm here to take back all of the power I gave you," he hissed, and I was quick to turn my head back and glare at him.

"You're too weak." I could feel my lips curling into a sinister smirk as I nodded, "Yeah, remember? You're weak as a kitten." Feeling confident, I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed, but he didn't budge. I pushed again and again, but he stood still, almost like he were made of stone, and I felt uneasy fear settle back in.

"I've been saving this last bit of energy," He mumbled, as though he were recalling something nostalgic, before he suddenly threw me towards the ground. My back slammed against the ground, eliciting a pained grunt, and as I tried to get back up on my feet, he was on top of me. Struggling to fight him off, I continued to grunt and groan, fear slowly winning over confidence.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled, and Freddy shook his head, ignoring me as he suddenly tore my dress apart with his glove, not being careful, and obviously not caring whether he cut me or not. My arms grew heavy, as did my legs, and before I could even think of a way to fight back, and invisible energy was holding my body to the ground pressing it flat, making me immobile. Chest heaving, and sweat beginning to form at my hairline, my clothes becoming shreds and my body becoming vulnerable, I decided to try one more tactic. "Fred, wait!" He stopped, flinching for a second, before making eye contact with me again. "Let's….I'm sorry for quitting, but you need me." For a second, a slook of consideration crossed his face. Then, he threw back his head, letting out an ugly, monstrous laugh.

"We aren't friends, you stupid cunt!" His laughter died abruptly and I felt him dig a single claw into my shoulder, twisting it. I gasped, but refused to let out a scream. Instead, I bit my lip as hard as I could, as he continued to twist the blade in a circle, marring my skin. "You're nothing but a pawn who got a little big for her britches. So, I'm gonna take what's mine." He pulled his claw back, licking up the blood, and his face lit up instantly as whatever energy sat in my blood hit his tongue. "All of you." Shaking, I opened my mouth, still hoping to verbally put up a fight, knowing well that fear fuels him, but my words were replaced with a vicious scream as he suddenly leaned down, digging his teeth into my neck, before using his tongue to lap up the blood that trickled out.

As he did, I could feel his ungloved hand trailing up my thighs, before violently ripping my underwear off.

"S-Stop it!" The voice that cried out was mine, but it was so full of fear I almost didn't believe it was me who had said it. He obviously didn't comply, and instead took all four 'claws' of his, placing them on my left shoulder as he dragged them down, slowly pressing harder and harder. My eyes clenched shut as I felt his fingers poke and prod, far from gently, and I couldn't help but moan in pain, before letting out a scream as he carelessly jammed his fore finger and middle finger inside of me.

"Damn, you're tight," He mumbled, before a wicked grin crossed his face. Suddenly, the horrid face I was looking at melted, changing, until I was staring up at Trey. "This might loosen you up."

Tasha had been shoving kids left and right, but the crowd was so large that she was constantly getting sandwiched between people, slipping on spilled drinks, and getting knocked around. Everyone was in a haze, drunk out of their minds, sloshing around sloppily, and those who had chosen another form of recreational fun were lounging by the food and drinks, cackling uncontrollably.

"It's a deadites wet dream," Ash suddenly said in Tasha's ear, and she shrieked, jumping backwards.

"Any sight of them?" Just as she had asked, Michael suddenly came barreling though the crowd, carrying someone under his arm. Tasha made a face as she backed away, pulling Ash with her, and when she noticed who was under Michael's arm, she led the way through the sea of people towards the edge of the room, giving them more space. Michael, once he had finally separated himself from the crowd, threw the boy at the wall. As his body hit it, Tasha ran up, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pinning him against it.

"Give it up Krueger, I know it's you!" Tasha shook Trey as she said this, who was shooting her a worried, and rather frightened, look.

"T-Tasha, it's me! Trey! I-I'm here looking for Ashling!" He yelled, looking behind her at the two terrifying looking gentlemen.

"How did you know she was here, huh?" Tasha yelled over the music, glaring at her hostage.

"I saw here…" His voice trailed off as he shook his head a little, "This is gonna sound crazy but one of the guys texted me saying they say me and her here. I was at home, Tasha. I was home alone. Ash has been so upset I figured I should leave her alone, but I wasn't with her tonight. I wanted to know who was." Inspecting his expression, and listening to the tone of his voice, Tasha let him go, inhaling sharply.

"We're looking for her too. If you find her, and whoever is with her, just make sure she's okay and then we'll come find you, okay?" Tasha said as she pulled away from Trey, who immediately ran back into the crowd, before the three of them followed. Just beyond them, towards the back entrance, Jason had entered, and could feel his entire being shake with rage. He immediately wanted to walk around, and mutilate everyone in the room. All of them, sinners. Liars. Heathen. Bad. Bad. People.

But he was here for the mission. He was here to get Ashling, and to convince her to come back. Because, according to Freddy, all they needed was the power they had given her, and they would win. They would be respected and powerful once more. And so Freddy wanted to kill her.

Jason, however, was conflicted. After a long talk with his mother, who had given him a good explanation as to why Ashling did what she did and said what she said, Jason didn't want to hurt her, let alone kill her. She was still his good girl. She was just scared.

He was scared a lot, and he knew that people did weird things when they were scared. Like run upstairs instead of out the door. And as he was walking around town, contemplating going to her house, he had seen her running off with her friend, the boy. Boyfriend. So he knew she was here, among these people.

So, he had to try really hard to ignore the horror before him, and began to walk around the edge of the Technicolor room, looking for her. As he wandered around, trying his hardest to pretend there wasn't a massive group.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as Freddy finally pulled out, re-adjusting himself and re-buckling his pants. Throat dry, cheeks and eyes wet with tears, and my entire body covered in cuts and blood. Unable to look at him, I kept my eyes staring at the wall, ignoring him as he spoke again. My entire body was stinging, and as soon as I felt him get off of me, I rolled onto my side, and vomited.

"C'mon," I heard Freddy snicker as he stood up, "It wasn't that bad." Wiping my mouth, still shaking furiously, I turned and looked up at him.

"You may have been my first. But you were the worst." His eyes widened, and he chuckled again, before pulling back a leg and kicking me in the gut. I toppled over once more, clutching at my stomach as he kicked me again and again, until I threw up once again. Satisfied, Freddy kneeled down, wringing his fingers through my hair as he pulled my head up, forcing me to look at him.

"You're gonna die the way you started this thing," His voice bordered demonic, as his wicked grin only widened, "Pathetic. And alone." My eyes surveyed his face, just before he slammed it down into the ground. Blood filled my mouth and throat once again, as it ran down from my nose into my mouth, and down the back of my throat. Spitting, my face pressed against the cool metal floor, I struggled to reply.

"I-I'm…" I coughed, more blood following, spraying the floor, and I couldn't help but admire the strange beauty that was speckled red on grey, losing my train of thought. I was delirious. Maybe that was a symptom of dying.

"You're what? Sorry? Gonna beg?" Freddy forcefully used a hand to turn my onto my back once more, "You're not pathetic, not alone? Is the blood loss gettin' to ya'?" My eyes followed his blades as he raised his arm, flexing them the way a lion would before it struck its prey, "I can fix that."

It's hard to explain what it feels like. While it does hurt, unimaginably so, at the same time you feel numb. While my insides were on fire, burning, as they were mutilated and destroyed, the rest of me had gone entirely numb. The most my body could do was let my eyes wander around, frantically, as my mouth hung partially open, gasping for oxygen that couldn't heal the wound. Feeling the blades slip out was strange too; I could feel my skin, organs, and nerves slide off as they slid out, and I glanced at his blades, admiring how my blood looked on them.

"Fuck you," His voice sounded strange, as if he were a recording, and someone was playing with the settings. Distorted and strange, I watched as the blur of red and green stepped over me, all of the features of his face has melted into one, unrecognizable. "Just die already so I can have your fucking soul." He growled loudly, but I was too numb to respond. I was able to make one tiny noise as he dug his claws in again, shoving them behind my ribcage, slinking them up my torso into my chest, as if he were trying to pull my soul out. "I should have it by now! Give me your fucking soul!" He began to shout as he dug through, but his voice was getting quieter, until I couldn't hear a thing. Then, everything went black.

Tasha had been running around and through the crowd, letting herself be pushed around and nearly knocked to the ground as she looked around, frantic and nervous. She had seen flashes of Ash or Mike looking around, a part of her hoping that one time she would look up and one of them would be signaling to her that they had found Ashling. Pushing yet another drunk teenager out of her way, her eyes fell upon a lumbering figure, circling the outside of the crowd, looking around slowly. Her heart plummeted into her stomach as she realized it was Jason, stalking around, machete in hand.

"I don't fucking need this right now!" She grumbled to herself as she began to shove faster and faster, as Jason rounded a corner, disappearing out of sight. "Ash! Ash!" Tasha's head whipped around right and left, as she scanned the crowd for Ash. "Michael?"

As the music suddenly began to fade away, the noise becoming less infuriating, Jason tried to listen, hoping the hear for signs of Ash. But soon his ears caught a voice, but it wasn't Ashlings. It was Freddy's. Stopping in front of a door, Jason pressed his ear against it, and could hear Freddy yelling at someone. Maybe he had found Ashling, and they were arguing. Except, he couldn't hear anyone yelling back. Pushing on the door, he realize it was locked, and he pressed his hands flat against it, pushing harder and harder.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there stood Freddy, adjusting his hat, getting fresh blood on it.

"Hockey-puck," Freddy said coldly, acknowledging the man before him, "Move outta my way." Looking Freddy up and down, Jason could see he was covered in fresh blood. It had splattered his sweater, his pants, the toes of his boots. And it continuously dripped from his blades, pooling on the floor. "I said, move." Freddy, who was normally in a high state after a fresh kill, was far too wired, irritated, meaning something was off. Peering over his shoulder, Jason could see the kill. She was a mess, to say the least, blood pooling from between her legs, cuts all over her body, gashes everywhere. And he could see where Freddy had begun to gut her, her intestines hanging limply out of her stomach, her ribs showing, blood still swirling around and mixing with her dark red hair.

A sudden, uneasy feeing swept over him, and he shoved the angry dream demon aside, walking to stand over the corpse. His rotten heart pounding against his chest, as he looked down at her face.

Ashling.

Tasha had finally escaped the crowd, following after Jason as she ran down the hall, skidding into the open doorway. First she looked at Freddy, who was ready to shove past her, but Jason had grabbed a hold of his sweater as he stared at something. Her eyes followed Jason's gaze, and she looked at what appeared to be a corpse on the floor. It was horrifying, and she found herself wincing, but there was a terrifying familiarity filling her.

"Oh….oh my," Her throat closed, and she found herself shaking uncontrollably, as she walked over to the body slowly, her legs wobbling. "A-Ashling?" Falling to her knees, she turned the head of the corpse to face her, and a sob got caught in her throat. "A-Ash…" Her mind went blank, and she turned to look at the two killers. One was covered in blood, meaning one was the guilty party. "You." She looked at Freddy with wide, unstable eyes, as she cradled her sister in her arms, "What d-did…you do?"

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