A/N: God I'm exhausted. Too much work and not enough play. Hopefully this
chapter'll help me get some stress off my chest . . . ENJOY!
P.S. Livingdeadgirl, if you're reading this, thank you very much for the cheap plug for this story
Freddy VS Harry
Chapter Six
George Smillie
'People who say life is a bed of roses, usually complain about sleeping in
thorns'-Unknown
Alice moaned as she raised her head out of her pillow. She didn't want to sleep. Not with him out there. But what if it was just a dream? Be careful how you phrase that, thought Alice. Dreams can kill . . . Her mind was fuzzy since she'd come out of the dream. What had pulled her in? Was it Freddy? Did he set a trap for her? And who was that strange boy? Slowly, her memory faded back in to focus. He had dark hair . . . Glasses . . . No defining features . . . Wait; he had a scar on his forehead. It had been shaped almost like a streaking thunderbolt. She had grabbed the boy from Krueger's grasp immediately before waking. She hadn't found his name thought . . . It couldn't have been that important if she didn't even ask his name . . . But it was Freddy! It had to be important, argued the other part of her mind . . . God she was tired. No! She thought. Don't fall asleep or you aren't waking up. She yawned. Stumbling to the bathroom, she slammed open the medicine cabinet. "Sleeping pills . . . sleeping pills . . ." She was desperate. Staggering back into the bedroom, she made the mistake of allowing her eyes to slip down. This was it, she was falling asleep. "Freddy . . ." she whispered, as her trembling lips fell silent, her body collapsing to the mattress and in to a deep sleep.
The first thing Alice heard was the bed beneath her creaking. Crying softly, she eased herself off the bed, too scared to stay on it, too scared to make a run for it. She knew Freddy's style. But he knew hers too. She'd between him twice and now three times before. Allowing her mind to wander, she considered what had happened back in the dream. She had the power to stop Krueger then. Why not now? Why couldn't she just bring him out and beat the crap out of him right here? Before she could dwell on it any longer, her thoughts were shattered by a song that chilled her heart and rekindled the darkest flames of her memory. Spinning around, she saw three little girls dressed in shining white dresses. They were singing . . .
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you . . ."
"Three, four, better lock your door . . ."
"Five, six, grab your crucifix . . ."
"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late . . ."
"Nine, ten . . ."
The mattress, burst, and a mixture of blood and offal exploded from it. Hands reached out of the torn material and gripped the corners. The girls screamed in horror, their immaculate dresses splattered with red flesh. They were dragged down in to the mattress, while Alice stood watching, traumatised with fear. "He's come for us!"
"Please, Freddy, don't take us away!"
"Run, Alice! Run!"
Their little voices disappeared in to the mattress, and as if being brought out of a trance, Alice jumped up and ran to the bed, staring down the hole, looking for any signs of life.
"You bastard! Give them back!" Without warning, a bleeding, scabbed hand reached up out of the bed and grabbed Alice's left shoulder tight, squeezing it, making Alice wince with pain. Out of the black came a face that was horribly familiar to her. Sheila's face, dry and coarse stared at Alice through empty sockets. "He took me Alice . . . And he didn't give me back . . ."
"You're not Sheila! Sheila's dead . . ." said Alice, choking on her tears. Sheila disappeared only to be replaced with something worse.
"Hey sis . . . Didn't forget about me did you?" Rick spoke to her coldly, his eyes dead to her, but his mouth as alive as ever. His body was scarred with bloody slash marks and evidence of beating. "He cut me bad Alice, and he's back for you . . ." Then, out of the darkness, the husband of Alice's daughter appeared before her.
"I love you Alice . . . Its real cold down her without you . . . Why don't you come join us?" Dan's face was pale and emotionless, and he reached out with dead hands to stroke her smooth cheeks.
"No . . ." stammered Alice. "This isn't real." Dan leaned in closer to her.
"You know what I miss the most about us Alice?" Questioned Dan. Shaking her head in tears, Alice moaned softly. "Your tongue!" Dan pushed Alice's face to his and forced his tongue in to her mouth. Crying out, Alice tried to push him away, but Dan was stronger and forced his tongue down deeper in to her throat. She shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, Dan was gone. In his place stood a man in a red and green sweater, wearing a dirty hat, with horribly burnt skin. Silently choking on Freddy's tongue, she dug her nails deep in to his forehead, drawing blood. Grabbing her by the throat, he lifted her up and shoved her against the wall. Pulling his tongue away from Alice, he grinned.
"Just like old times . . . huh bitch?"
"I'm not afraid of you Krueger! I'm NOT AFRAID!" She screamed and ran at him, not knowing what she would do next. She was driven by rage, wanting to rip Krueger apart piece by piece. But as she reached Freddy he vanished. Looking around despearatly for a way out, she spotted the window. As she went to open it however, the window slammed shut, tightly on her fingers. Screaming, she stared on at her hands as blood began to spill from her fingers.
"And now, you die . . ." laughed Freddy behind her.
P.S. Livingdeadgirl, if you're reading this, thank you very much for the cheap plug for this story
Freddy VS Harry
Chapter Six
George Smillie
'People who say life is a bed of roses, usually complain about sleeping in
thorns'-Unknown
Alice moaned as she raised her head out of her pillow. She didn't want to sleep. Not with him out there. But what if it was just a dream? Be careful how you phrase that, thought Alice. Dreams can kill . . . Her mind was fuzzy since she'd come out of the dream. What had pulled her in? Was it Freddy? Did he set a trap for her? And who was that strange boy? Slowly, her memory faded back in to focus. He had dark hair . . . Glasses . . . No defining features . . . Wait; he had a scar on his forehead. It had been shaped almost like a streaking thunderbolt. She had grabbed the boy from Krueger's grasp immediately before waking. She hadn't found his name thought . . . It couldn't have been that important if she didn't even ask his name . . . But it was Freddy! It had to be important, argued the other part of her mind . . . God she was tired. No! She thought. Don't fall asleep or you aren't waking up. She yawned. Stumbling to the bathroom, she slammed open the medicine cabinet. "Sleeping pills . . . sleeping pills . . ." She was desperate. Staggering back into the bedroom, she made the mistake of allowing her eyes to slip down. This was it, she was falling asleep. "Freddy . . ." she whispered, as her trembling lips fell silent, her body collapsing to the mattress and in to a deep sleep.
The first thing Alice heard was the bed beneath her creaking. Crying softly, she eased herself off the bed, too scared to stay on it, too scared to make a run for it. She knew Freddy's style. But he knew hers too. She'd between him twice and now three times before. Allowing her mind to wander, she considered what had happened back in the dream. She had the power to stop Krueger then. Why not now? Why couldn't she just bring him out and beat the crap out of him right here? Before she could dwell on it any longer, her thoughts were shattered by a song that chilled her heart and rekindled the darkest flames of her memory. Spinning around, she saw three little girls dressed in shining white dresses. They were singing . . .
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you . . ."
"Three, four, better lock your door . . ."
"Five, six, grab your crucifix . . ."
"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late . . ."
"Nine, ten . . ."
The mattress, burst, and a mixture of blood and offal exploded from it. Hands reached out of the torn material and gripped the corners. The girls screamed in horror, their immaculate dresses splattered with red flesh. They were dragged down in to the mattress, while Alice stood watching, traumatised with fear. "He's come for us!"
"Please, Freddy, don't take us away!"
"Run, Alice! Run!"
Their little voices disappeared in to the mattress, and as if being brought out of a trance, Alice jumped up and ran to the bed, staring down the hole, looking for any signs of life.
"You bastard! Give them back!" Without warning, a bleeding, scabbed hand reached up out of the bed and grabbed Alice's left shoulder tight, squeezing it, making Alice wince with pain. Out of the black came a face that was horribly familiar to her. Sheila's face, dry and coarse stared at Alice through empty sockets. "He took me Alice . . . And he didn't give me back . . ."
"You're not Sheila! Sheila's dead . . ." said Alice, choking on her tears. Sheila disappeared only to be replaced with something worse.
"Hey sis . . . Didn't forget about me did you?" Rick spoke to her coldly, his eyes dead to her, but his mouth as alive as ever. His body was scarred with bloody slash marks and evidence of beating. "He cut me bad Alice, and he's back for you . . ." Then, out of the darkness, the husband of Alice's daughter appeared before her.
"I love you Alice . . . Its real cold down her without you . . . Why don't you come join us?" Dan's face was pale and emotionless, and he reached out with dead hands to stroke her smooth cheeks.
"No . . ." stammered Alice. "This isn't real." Dan leaned in closer to her.
"You know what I miss the most about us Alice?" Questioned Dan. Shaking her head in tears, Alice moaned softly. "Your tongue!" Dan pushed Alice's face to his and forced his tongue in to her mouth. Crying out, Alice tried to push him away, but Dan was stronger and forced his tongue down deeper in to her throat. She shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, Dan was gone. In his place stood a man in a red and green sweater, wearing a dirty hat, with horribly burnt skin. Silently choking on Freddy's tongue, she dug her nails deep in to his forehead, drawing blood. Grabbing her by the throat, he lifted her up and shoved her against the wall. Pulling his tongue away from Alice, he grinned.
"Just like old times . . . huh bitch?"
"I'm not afraid of you Krueger! I'm NOT AFRAID!" She screamed and ran at him, not knowing what she would do next. She was driven by rage, wanting to rip Krueger apart piece by piece. But as she reached Freddy he vanished. Looking around despearatly for a way out, she spotted the window. As she went to open it however, the window slammed shut, tightly on her fingers. Screaming, she stared on at her hands as blood began to spill from her fingers.
"And now, you die . . ." laughed Freddy behind her.