A Nightmare on Elm Street: Harvest of Souls
New Beginnings.
By: Fernando Rangel
The spring day shone brightly, and the fresh air was bittersweet. God, what is it about this town, Chris thought. He watched as students went to and from the quad, and watched the "happy people" joke and smile.
Oh yea, he was going to have fun in such a happy place.
He never understood why people were always.happy and sister sunshineish. It was like a Stepford Town. He didn't like this place; there was just something about it, call it aura, or call it karma who the hell knew, he just knew he didn't like this place; especially the school.
Chris hiked up the steps of Springwood High School and watched as everyone stared at him. "I hate being new."
"It gets easier," someone replied from behind.
"Excuse me?" Chris turned around and looked to the new comer. The mystery voice walked toward him wearing blue jeans, a yellow T-shirt, with a black shirt over it, as well as black leather boots, and jacket. His hair was black and blue, and on his face, he wore a nose and brow ring.
"What gets easier?"
"The staring," he said with a chuckle. "As you can see, I get lots of it."
"Yeah, but your sense of style is impeccable."
The two laughed and hugged a bit. "So how's my little cousin handling being the new guy?"
Chris punched him in the arm lightly, "Why George Randall, do I sense mockery in your voice?"
"But of course," he said in the fakest French accent.
"I see you still are the same drama queen. So what's the what here at this poor excuse for a school?"
George laughed. "Dude, don't call me George. It's Spike fucker, learn to deal with it."
"First off, you're avoiding the question, and secondly, I'll call you whatever the hell I damn well please. I've known you since diaper days, I'm entitled to embarrassing you in front of your friends.George." He smirked.
"Fine, but when I kick your ass don't go cryin' to mama. You hear?"
"Duly noted. So what are the inner workings of the school?"
Spike sighed, "Be careful. People are vicious here."
Chris laughed. "People here? Vicious?"
Spike looked at him sincerely, "They're into making fun of new kid. And people who are.different." He looked away.
"God kid what's wrong?"
"You mean your parents didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Great the kid doesn't know the town history, he thought.
"N-nothing."
"No, you have something face."
Fuck what to say, he thought. Finally, he said, "Just that a couple of new kids were badly hurt because they were new."
"Ok," Chris replied a bit confused, "well whatever. Anything else?"
"Well looky here. A new guy. With the riffraff. How quaint."
"What the." Chris spun around to see a tall guy, a football jock wearing jeans and his letterman jacket.
"Eric come on, let's just leave this one alone. Sorry." The girl next to him replied as she dragged him off to class.
"Stay away from them," Spike quickly added when they were gone.
"Who are they?"
"Founders of 'Make Fun of the New Kid' Club."
"Who are they." Chris said flatly and looked at him.
"Eric "THE A-BOMB" Stutzman, and his girlfriend Karen Jennings."
They walked on, but Eric snuck a look back at Spike and Chris, and then back at Spike who looked away and tugged Chris into their first class.
* * * * *
She walked through the long corridor of the house.
The darkened light and the stillness of the air crippled her with fear.
It was quiet.
A little too quiet.
Broken mirrors riddled the crimson walls.
Suddenly a sharp and excruciating pain filled her leg, and she fell back as she cried out withering in pain.
Erika felt her foot lightly and pulled out a large shard of glass. Once she was able to withdraw the shard she limped out of the corridor.
As she limped through the labyrinth, she heard chuckling each time it grew closer and screeching like nails on a chalkboard began to fill her ears. Suddenly she found herself running despite the pain coursing through her leg.
She stopped to catch her breath and looked back.
All of a sudden, a hand grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up into the air, her feet dangling as blood dripped from her wounded foot.
The burned man looked into her eyes and grinned evilly.
"No," was all she managed to utter as the man continued to grin.
Without warning, the scenery changed, and bright white filled the room.
A long, thin, black walkway strip ran from wall to wall.
He held her over the edge.
Erika couldn't look down, she was too afraid because she knew these few moments would be her last. She gripped the man's arms, yelling in hysterics, "No! Please! Oh Please God!"
"He can't help." She heard the man shout as he continued smirking and he let go, but she continued to hold onto his sleeves and grip his arm.
He extended his clawed hand and slashed the girl's face.
She freed him as the blood spilled and splattered onto his hands.
He watched as she screamed and he watched her descend and slam into large shards of broken glass. He watched in ecstasy as her eyes bulged, her body spasm, and blood expelled and flowed from her mouth. He saw the large glass protruding from the girl's chest and abdomen, and he became as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Slowly and eerily, the white room dimmed into a slight crimson glow.
He licked the blood off his fingers and ripped into laughter full of ecstasy over his kill and roared, "Freddy's back!"
Chris watched him laugh and stared as the man turned to look at him; again, the man devilishly grinned and whispered "Soon."
Suddenly his hand extended toward Chris along the twenty-foot walkway and slashed his forearm.
"No!" Chris yelled as he thrashed from side to side.
"Chris!" The teacher shouted as he grabbed Chris's shoulders.
Chris woke up and watched as the class stared at him and heard the teacher exclaim, "Your arm," and faint at the sight of the blood.
Chris woozily stood up and looked at his arm and said, "It was just a dream." and passed out next to Mr. Gonzalez, the biology teacher.
* * * * *
Spike strutted down the halls of the hallway thinking, Ditching class; a time-honored tradition. He smiled to himself as he passed the mirror in the hall, and then continued.
He liked his life, of course, secrets and immoral liaisons consumed most of it, but it was his life, and he loved it. Although he did sometimes just want to run away from this thing called life, and just.just go.
Somewhere where things could be different.
A place where he wouldn't have to walk around with fear and in constant heartache, as his loved one was with someone else.
He walked for a while with this sudden expression of light melancholy when he heard the yelling and two thuds from a classroom ahead.
He ran toward the classroom and saw Chris along with the biology teacher sprawled on the floor and a pool of blood forming around Chris's arm. Spike gasped and shouted, "Call the nurse!"
Within moments, he came with gauze and medication. Two students helped him get Chris into his office, and by now, the class had ended and students from all classes bunched up to see what the commotion was all about as the teacher was brought out of his slightly comatose behavior.
Spike watched as the blood drip past him and he backed into the lockers holding back from throwing up on the floor.
He hated the site of blood.
While the nurse told the students to get back to class, he breathed slowly to get over the queasy feeling at the pit of his stomach. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arms and dragged him into an empty classroom.
"What the hell?" Spike said as he turned around swiftly, only to be met with a kiss on the lips. Once they parted, Spike looked up and said, "Oh, well.I guess you could do that," and grinned. Then pushed the aforementioned assailant away and said, "No not now, I have to go to Chris, make sure he's alright."
Eric looked at him, "Why? I mean, he's with the nurse.I think he's in pretty good hands." Eric tried to go to him, but Spike evaded him, "Because he's my cousin. Family. You do remember what that means right?"
Eric stared at him, "Of course I know what it means; it's those things on TV right? The Brady Bunch?" He smiled at Spike who obviously thought his witty humor was funny because he was trying very hard to contain his smile.
"Look, I really have to go. I'll see you tonight right?"
Eric gave him a serious look, "You haven't told little cousin over there about us have you?" Despite their avid love for each other, Eric had an overwhelming need to seem remotely normal.
Spike found it oddly cute.
Everyone, well almost everyone, knew about Spike, at least the friends he had did-no one else really much cared.
He liked it that way; no fuss, no muss.
"No," he moved closer to Eric, "your shameful secret is still just that." Quickly Spike faked a sad puppy dog look. Eric watched him and said, "No fair, you know I can't take the face. And you're not a shameful secret, I just like what we have, and I just want it between us. Something all for me, y'know."
"You're a terrible liar, but it's ok, with me." He half smiled to Eric and kissed him a bit and said, "Now I have to go." He turned around and started out for the door.
"You just like to tease me," Eric said mockingly.
"Don't I know it."
Eric watched as Spike left the room, and stood there all alone. He would have to wait in the room for a bit because if anyone would see them leave an abandoned class room a few minutes apart, they might suspect him of not being who they thought he was. He couldn't understand why he was so paralyzed with fear about telling people who he really was, but it was just something he wasn't ready for...yet.
He was glad Spike was patient; it was one of the reasons why Eric loved the guy.
Finally, after the appropriate amount of time passed, he exited the room and spotted his "girlfriend" Karen. He strolled over to her, "Hey baby," and hugged her from the back kissing her on the cheek.
* * * * *
Chris came to thanks to the smell of onions. The nurse stood over him smiling with the fiendish piece of onion in his hand.
"Oldest trick in the book," the nurse replied. He stood six foot, five inches, muscular, very not the stereotype of school nurses, and Chris noticed a group of girls lusting over him in the "waiting room." He turned back to the nurse, "What happened?"
"I don't know.you tell me."
"Well if I knew don't you think I wouldn't have asked."
The nurse smirked, "Smart ass."
Chris stared at his arm. When did this happen? Who had done this to him?
Chris looked up at the nurse and asked, "Can I go now?"
The nurse inspected the wound and said, "Yeah. You should go home. Do you need me to call your parents?"
"No, no I can walk. It's not that far. Thanks though." As he strolled out of the office going through the "waiting room," a blond girl ran in moving toward the girls exclaiming, "Did you guys here what happened to Erika Leeman?"
The girls stared at her and shook their heads.
"It was horrible, somehow she jumped off the school building and.crashed into some of the glass windows that were about to be put up. It was horrible.the glass had." The girl covered her face and started crying and heaving as the others stood around and tried to calm her down.
* * * * *
Spike looked back as Eric wrapped his arms around her, something he'd done to Spike countless times.
He hated Karen.
Karen must die, he thought to himself, and smirked a little. A little jealous much? You know who his heart belongs to.
As he continued to look back, he bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry." He turned back and saw it was Chris, "Oh God, I was just coming to see you. What the hell happened?"
Chris gave him a confused look and said, "I don't know."
"What happened to your arm?"
Chris looked down and said, "I got cut in class." He aimlessly walked toward the exit deep in thought and Spike watched only able say one thing to himself, "What?"
* * * * *
Eric ran upstairs and into his room. He dropped his bag on he floor, and took off his letterman jacket flopping onto his bed and looked at the picture on the nightstand; a picture of Karen in her pink dress, and light blue denim jacket, she was beautiful, and beside her was Eric with a mock smile on his face.
He turned the picture frame around and undid the latches, quickly taking out a picture, and as he looked at the picture, it brought a big smile to his face. He gazed at the picture of him and Spike; Spike was still in his ever-famous black, his hair was a bit red then, and Eric had his arms around him and a huge smile, a real smile.
He took the picture out and held it as he lay down on a pillow and began to drift, and soon he was fast asleep.
* * * * *
Chris trudged into his house, but no one was home. He sighed, and headed into the kitchen. As he entered a flash of the nightmare with his father and the refrigerator flew through his mind. He shakily opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. No dad there.
He chuckled to himself about how absurd the dream was.
Then he looked down at his forearm and knew that this was supposed to be absurd too.
People don't get hurt in their dreams. Maybe he cut himself on the desk when he was thrashing from the nightmare.four different times.
It could happen.
Chris ran up the stairs, careful not to hurt his arm, and flopped on his bed. He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and watched Rosie; as soon as Rosie began talking, he fell asleep.
* * * * *
Eric's eyes fluttered open and he found himself outside.
He shot up and looked around.
His bed was outside in the dark.
He turned back and saw a house; an old, dirty, dingy house with a green roof that was falling apart, with a brown, moldy structure, red paint peeling on the door, with a little black gate to see through.
He stood up and walked towards the old abandoned home.
In the wind he could hear the rhyme that most of the crazy old people would sing."One, two, Freddy's coming for you.three, four, better lock your door."
A shiver ran down his spine.
As soon as he walked through the door, leaving it open, it eerily slammed shut, trapping him in. He instinctively turned around when he heard the slam struggling to try and pry open the door, but it was to no avail. He slowly turned around and saw the house begin to dematerialize and change.
The chairs and table in the kitchen sank and melted, and it suddenly got very cold. He took a hard breath and he saw smoke release from his mouth.
He held his arms together, hugging himself to keep warm.
He saw rocks form and limestone walls replaced the wood.
A cave, that's where he was now. Dark, dank, and damp. He slowly traveled through the cave and tried to focus on figuring out a way of getting out. The rhyme was still floating in his head as he continued through; suddenly her heard the fluttering of bat wings. Rodents that flew.he hated bats.
He stopped for a moment and listened for any sign of human life. He spun around and heard pounding coming from somewhere around him. He heard the flinch of knives. He ran, he didn't care where to, as long as it was away from whomever that was.
"C'mon Eric, don't you want to play? Don't you want to save Spike?" Eric stopped dead in his tracks. "W-what?" The man chuckled. "Ah, so your boyfriend'll make you stop."
"How do you."
"I know everything." Freddy materialized in front of him and chuckled.
"Who are you?" Eric said backing away, as Freddy began to follow him.
"You know the answer." Eric glared at him blankly and then he started to squirm and in horror shouted, "Oh fuck, Krueger."
"I'm glad my name still strikes terror in the hearts of children."
Taunting Eric, he grabbed his neck and held him up against the wall, and to mess with him even more and make him squirm, Freddy kissed Eric. Eric was paralyzed with fear. "What've you done with Spike!" he demanded; shocked he could even talk after such a horrible disgusting act.
"Dead," Freddy said with his brow raised. "It was fun."
Eric's eyes bulged and began to tear.
Suddenly he became determined, and kicked Freddy in the stomach dropping to the floor. "I am not dying." He stood up and broke into a run. With the wind slightly knocked out of him Freddy replied, "That's what they all say," and quickly stood up and chased after him.
* * * * *
Chris walked around this place; he could have sworn he heard running.
He turned to his left and bumped into someone, and the two both fell back. The person stood up, picked Chris up, then pinned Chris to the wall, with his fist in the air.when the person saw it was Chris he let go and shouted, "Run!"
Chris watched as Eric started off, and then heard the chuckling; he didn't have to be told who it was. He ran with Eric by his side.
"What the."
"Right there with you buddy," Eric said. Suddenly Freddy threw Chris to the wall, and slammed Eric onto the floor.
Freddy's clawed hand was at Eric's face, taunting him. "Well so much for the survival plan," he told him. Eric could only watch Freddy's hand in terror. Freddy punched Eric in the face, and started slowly to cut Eric's face and chuckled at the same time.
Suddenly Freddy was knocked out of the way, and Eric was helped up. Chris stood there, and Eric said, "Thanks."
"Later," Chris said as they started to run, but Freddy was on them. Chris kicked Freddy in the stomach, and he slammed into the rocks. Chris tackled Eric to get out of the way, when an alarm went off.
Chris jumped up.
* * * * *
Eric woke up with a thud. He sharply stood up; he'd fallen out of bed. That was a fucked up dream, he thought. He put his hand on his forehead and a sharp pain coursed through him. He walked over to the mirror and saw blood trickle down his cheek, and a slight gash along his cheek and quickly grabbed a towel, to slowly wipe off the blood, and his eyes fell on the picture of Spike and him on the floor.
"Spike." he whispered to himself. Quickly he picked up the picture, put it back in its hiding place, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
New Beginnings.
By: Fernando Rangel
The spring day shone brightly, and the fresh air was bittersweet. God, what is it about this town, Chris thought. He watched as students went to and from the quad, and watched the "happy people" joke and smile.
Oh yea, he was going to have fun in such a happy place.
He never understood why people were always.happy and sister sunshineish. It was like a Stepford Town. He didn't like this place; there was just something about it, call it aura, or call it karma who the hell knew, he just knew he didn't like this place; especially the school.
Chris hiked up the steps of Springwood High School and watched as everyone stared at him. "I hate being new."
"It gets easier," someone replied from behind.
"Excuse me?" Chris turned around and looked to the new comer. The mystery voice walked toward him wearing blue jeans, a yellow T-shirt, with a black shirt over it, as well as black leather boots, and jacket. His hair was black and blue, and on his face, he wore a nose and brow ring.
"What gets easier?"
"The staring," he said with a chuckle. "As you can see, I get lots of it."
"Yeah, but your sense of style is impeccable."
The two laughed and hugged a bit. "So how's my little cousin handling being the new guy?"
Chris punched him in the arm lightly, "Why George Randall, do I sense mockery in your voice?"
"But of course," he said in the fakest French accent.
"I see you still are the same drama queen. So what's the what here at this poor excuse for a school?"
George laughed. "Dude, don't call me George. It's Spike fucker, learn to deal with it."
"First off, you're avoiding the question, and secondly, I'll call you whatever the hell I damn well please. I've known you since diaper days, I'm entitled to embarrassing you in front of your friends.George." He smirked.
"Fine, but when I kick your ass don't go cryin' to mama. You hear?"
"Duly noted. So what are the inner workings of the school?"
Spike sighed, "Be careful. People are vicious here."
Chris laughed. "People here? Vicious?"
Spike looked at him sincerely, "They're into making fun of new kid. And people who are.different." He looked away.
"God kid what's wrong?"
"You mean your parents didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Great the kid doesn't know the town history, he thought.
"N-nothing."
"No, you have something face."
Fuck what to say, he thought. Finally, he said, "Just that a couple of new kids were badly hurt because they were new."
"Ok," Chris replied a bit confused, "well whatever. Anything else?"
"Well looky here. A new guy. With the riffraff. How quaint."
"What the." Chris spun around to see a tall guy, a football jock wearing jeans and his letterman jacket.
"Eric come on, let's just leave this one alone. Sorry." The girl next to him replied as she dragged him off to class.
"Stay away from them," Spike quickly added when they were gone.
"Who are they?"
"Founders of 'Make Fun of the New Kid' Club."
"Who are they." Chris said flatly and looked at him.
"Eric "THE A-BOMB" Stutzman, and his girlfriend Karen Jennings."
They walked on, but Eric snuck a look back at Spike and Chris, and then back at Spike who looked away and tugged Chris into their first class.
* * * * *
She walked through the long corridor of the house.
The darkened light and the stillness of the air crippled her with fear.
It was quiet.
A little too quiet.
Broken mirrors riddled the crimson walls.
Suddenly a sharp and excruciating pain filled her leg, and she fell back as she cried out withering in pain.
Erika felt her foot lightly and pulled out a large shard of glass. Once she was able to withdraw the shard she limped out of the corridor.
As she limped through the labyrinth, she heard chuckling each time it grew closer and screeching like nails on a chalkboard began to fill her ears. Suddenly she found herself running despite the pain coursing through her leg.
She stopped to catch her breath and looked back.
All of a sudden, a hand grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up into the air, her feet dangling as blood dripped from her wounded foot.
The burned man looked into her eyes and grinned evilly.
"No," was all she managed to utter as the man continued to grin.
Without warning, the scenery changed, and bright white filled the room.
A long, thin, black walkway strip ran from wall to wall.
He held her over the edge.
Erika couldn't look down, she was too afraid because she knew these few moments would be her last. She gripped the man's arms, yelling in hysterics, "No! Please! Oh Please God!"
"He can't help." She heard the man shout as he continued smirking and he let go, but she continued to hold onto his sleeves and grip his arm.
He extended his clawed hand and slashed the girl's face.
She freed him as the blood spilled and splattered onto his hands.
He watched as she screamed and he watched her descend and slam into large shards of broken glass. He watched in ecstasy as her eyes bulged, her body spasm, and blood expelled and flowed from her mouth. He saw the large glass protruding from the girl's chest and abdomen, and he became as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Slowly and eerily, the white room dimmed into a slight crimson glow.
He licked the blood off his fingers and ripped into laughter full of ecstasy over his kill and roared, "Freddy's back!"
Chris watched him laugh and stared as the man turned to look at him; again, the man devilishly grinned and whispered "Soon."
Suddenly his hand extended toward Chris along the twenty-foot walkway and slashed his forearm.
"No!" Chris yelled as he thrashed from side to side.
"Chris!" The teacher shouted as he grabbed Chris's shoulders.
Chris woke up and watched as the class stared at him and heard the teacher exclaim, "Your arm," and faint at the sight of the blood.
Chris woozily stood up and looked at his arm and said, "It was just a dream." and passed out next to Mr. Gonzalez, the biology teacher.
* * * * *
Spike strutted down the halls of the hallway thinking, Ditching class; a time-honored tradition. He smiled to himself as he passed the mirror in the hall, and then continued.
He liked his life, of course, secrets and immoral liaisons consumed most of it, but it was his life, and he loved it. Although he did sometimes just want to run away from this thing called life, and just.just go.
Somewhere where things could be different.
A place where he wouldn't have to walk around with fear and in constant heartache, as his loved one was with someone else.
He walked for a while with this sudden expression of light melancholy when he heard the yelling and two thuds from a classroom ahead.
He ran toward the classroom and saw Chris along with the biology teacher sprawled on the floor and a pool of blood forming around Chris's arm. Spike gasped and shouted, "Call the nurse!"
Within moments, he came with gauze and medication. Two students helped him get Chris into his office, and by now, the class had ended and students from all classes bunched up to see what the commotion was all about as the teacher was brought out of his slightly comatose behavior.
Spike watched as the blood drip past him and he backed into the lockers holding back from throwing up on the floor.
He hated the site of blood.
While the nurse told the students to get back to class, he breathed slowly to get over the queasy feeling at the pit of his stomach. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arms and dragged him into an empty classroom.
"What the hell?" Spike said as he turned around swiftly, only to be met with a kiss on the lips. Once they parted, Spike looked up and said, "Oh, well.I guess you could do that," and grinned. Then pushed the aforementioned assailant away and said, "No not now, I have to go to Chris, make sure he's alright."
Eric looked at him, "Why? I mean, he's with the nurse.I think he's in pretty good hands." Eric tried to go to him, but Spike evaded him, "Because he's my cousin. Family. You do remember what that means right?"
Eric stared at him, "Of course I know what it means; it's those things on TV right? The Brady Bunch?" He smiled at Spike who obviously thought his witty humor was funny because he was trying very hard to contain his smile.
"Look, I really have to go. I'll see you tonight right?"
Eric gave him a serious look, "You haven't told little cousin over there about us have you?" Despite their avid love for each other, Eric had an overwhelming need to seem remotely normal.
Spike found it oddly cute.
Everyone, well almost everyone, knew about Spike, at least the friends he had did-no one else really much cared.
He liked it that way; no fuss, no muss.
"No," he moved closer to Eric, "your shameful secret is still just that." Quickly Spike faked a sad puppy dog look. Eric watched him and said, "No fair, you know I can't take the face. And you're not a shameful secret, I just like what we have, and I just want it between us. Something all for me, y'know."
"You're a terrible liar, but it's ok, with me." He half smiled to Eric and kissed him a bit and said, "Now I have to go." He turned around and started out for the door.
"You just like to tease me," Eric said mockingly.
"Don't I know it."
Eric watched as Spike left the room, and stood there all alone. He would have to wait in the room for a bit because if anyone would see them leave an abandoned class room a few minutes apart, they might suspect him of not being who they thought he was. He couldn't understand why he was so paralyzed with fear about telling people who he really was, but it was just something he wasn't ready for...yet.
He was glad Spike was patient; it was one of the reasons why Eric loved the guy.
Finally, after the appropriate amount of time passed, he exited the room and spotted his "girlfriend" Karen. He strolled over to her, "Hey baby," and hugged her from the back kissing her on the cheek.
* * * * *
Chris came to thanks to the smell of onions. The nurse stood over him smiling with the fiendish piece of onion in his hand.
"Oldest trick in the book," the nurse replied. He stood six foot, five inches, muscular, very not the stereotype of school nurses, and Chris noticed a group of girls lusting over him in the "waiting room." He turned back to the nurse, "What happened?"
"I don't know.you tell me."
"Well if I knew don't you think I wouldn't have asked."
The nurse smirked, "Smart ass."
Chris stared at his arm. When did this happen? Who had done this to him?
Chris looked up at the nurse and asked, "Can I go now?"
The nurse inspected the wound and said, "Yeah. You should go home. Do you need me to call your parents?"
"No, no I can walk. It's not that far. Thanks though." As he strolled out of the office going through the "waiting room," a blond girl ran in moving toward the girls exclaiming, "Did you guys here what happened to Erika Leeman?"
The girls stared at her and shook their heads.
"It was horrible, somehow she jumped off the school building and.crashed into some of the glass windows that were about to be put up. It was horrible.the glass had." The girl covered her face and started crying and heaving as the others stood around and tried to calm her down.
* * * * *
Spike looked back as Eric wrapped his arms around her, something he'd done to Spike countless times.
He hated Karen.
Karen must die, he thought to himself, and smirked a little. A little jealous much? You know who his heart belongs to.
As he continued to look back, he bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry." He turned back and saw it was Chris, "Oh God, I was just coming to see you. What the hell happened?"
Chris gave him a confused look and said, "I don't know."
"What happened to your arm?"
Chris looked down and said, "I got cut in class." He aimlessly walked toward the exit deep in thought and Spike watched only able say one thing to himself, "What?"
* * * * *
Eric ran upstairs and into his room. He dropped his bag on he floor, and took off his letterman jacket flopping onto his bed and looked at the picture on the nightstand; a picture of Karen in her pink dress, and light blue denim jacket, she was beautiful, and beside her was Eric with a mock smile on his face.
He turned the picture frame around and undid the latches, quickly taking out a picture, and as he looked at the picture, it brought a big smile to his face. He gazed at the picture of him and Spike; Spike was still in his ever-famous black, his hair was a bit red then, and Eric had his arms around him and a huge smile, a real smile.
He took the picture out and held it as he lay down on a pillow and began to drift, and soon he was fast asleep.
* * * * *
Chris trudged into his house, but no one was home. He sighed, and headed into the kitchen. As he entered a flash of the nightmare with his father and the refrigerator flew through his mind. He shakily opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. No dad there.
He chuckled to himself about how absurd the dream was.
Then he looked down at his forearm and knew that this was supposed to be absurd too.
People don't get hurt in their dreams. Maybe he cut himself on the desk when he was thrashing from the nightmare.four different times.
It could happen.
Chris ran up the stairs, careful not to hurt his arm, and flopped on his bed. He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and watched Rosie; as soon as Rosie began talking, he fell asleep.
* * * * *
Eric's eyes fluttered open and he found himself outside.
He shot up and looked around.
His bed was outside in the dark.
He turned back and saw a house; an old, dirty, dingy house with a green roof that was falling apart, with a brown, moldy structure, red paint peeling on the door, with a little black gate to see through.
He stood up and walked towards the old abandoned home.
In the wind he could hear the rhyme that most of the crazy old people would sing."One, two, Freddy's coming for you.three, four, better lock your door."
A shiver ran down his spine.
As soon as he walked through the door, leaving it open, it eerily slammed shut, trapping him in. He instinctively turned around when he heard the slam struggling to try and pry open the door, but it was to no avail. He slowly turned around and saw the house begin to dematerialize and change.
The chairs and table in the kitchen sank and melted, and it suddenly got very cold. He took a hard breath and he saw smoke release from his mouth.
He held his arms together, hugging himself to keep warm.
He saw rocks form and limestone walls replaced the wood.
A cave, that's where he was now. Dark, dank, and damp. He slowly traveled through the cave and tried to focus on figuring out a way of getting out. The rhyme was still floating in his head as he continued through; suddenly her heard the fluttering of bat wings. Rodents that flew.he hated bats.
He stopped for a moment and listened for any sign of human life. He spun around and heard pounding coming from somewhere around him. He heard the flinch of knives. He ran, he didn't care where to, as long as it was away from whomever that was.
"C'mon Eric, don't you want to play? Don't you want to save Spike?" Eric stopped dead in his tracks. "W-what?" The man chuckled. "Ah, so your boyfriend'll make you stop."
"How do you."
"I know everything." Freddy materialized in front of him and chuckled.
"Who are you?" Eric said backing away, as Freddy began to follow him.
"You know the answer." Eric glared at him blankly and then he started to squirm and in horror shouted, "Oh fuck, Krueger."
"I'm glad my name still strikes terror in the hearts of children."
Taunting Eric, he grabbed his neck and held him up against the wall, and to mess with him even more and make him squirm, Freddy kissed Eric. Eric was paralyzed with fear. "What've you done with Spike!" he demanded; shocked he could even talk after such a horrible disgusting act.
"Dead," Freddy said with his brow raised. "It was fun."
Eric's eyes bulged and began to tear.
Suddenly he became determined, and kicked Freddy in the stomach dropping to the floor. "I am not dying." He stood up and broke into a run. With the wind slightly knocked out of him Freddy replied, "That's what they all say," and quickly stood up and chased after him.
* * * * *
Chris walked around this place; he could have sworn he heard running.
He turned to his left and bumped into someone, and the two both fell back. The person stood up, picked Chris up, then pinned Chris to the wall, with his fist in the air.when the person saw it was Chris he let go and shouted, "Run!"
Chris watched as Eric started off, and then heard the chuckling; he didn't have to be told who it was. He ran with Eric by his side.
"What the."
"Right there with you buddy," Eric said. Suddenly Freddy threw Chris to the wall, and slammed Eric onto the floor.
Freddy's clawed hand was at Eric's face, taunting him. "Well so much for the survival plan," he told him. Eric could only watch Freddy's hand in terror. Freddy punched Eric in the face, and started slowly to cut Eric's face and chuckled at the same time.
Suddenly Freddy was knocked out of the way, and Eric was helped up. Chris stood there, and Eric said, "Thanks."
"Later," Chris said as they started to run, but Freddy was on them. Chris kicked Freddy in the stomach, and he slammed into the rocks. Chris tackled Eric to get out of the way, when an alarm went off.
Chris jumped up.
* * * * *
Eric woke up with a thud. He sharply stood up; he'd fallen out of bed. That was a fucked up dream, he thought. He put his hand on his forehead and a sharp pain coursed through him. He walked over to the mirror and saw blood trickle down his cheek, and a slight gash along his cheek and quickly grabbed a towel, to slowly wipe off the blood, and his eyes fell on the picture of Spike and him on the floor.
"Spike." he whispered to himself. Quickly he picked up the picture, put it back in its hiding place, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
