Author's Note: In chap 3 I added more to the ending I strongly advise you to check it out because you may be a tad lost in the next chap. FYI Just so you don't get the wrong idea Sarah loves Freddy as a fatherly figure. Enjoy, jaa ne!
The Long Road Home
"I'm only goin as far as Las Vegas all righ?"
"That's fine. Thank you very much." I said pulling myself up into the diesel.
"No problem." he replied cheerfully. I was lucky I found a ride so quickly and that it was taking me that far but I felt anxious, it seemed impossible for me to make it to him.
"I'll get there." I told myself.
"Yeah? How do you figure?" There was no reply. I sighed rubbing my arms.
"Cold?" the trucker asked watching me.
"No, I'm fine." I said shaking my head and plastering a smile on my face.
"What's it like driving every where for a living?" I said, hoping sparking up a conversation would entertain me for the time being.
"Ya meet allot of people and see lots of things that's fer sure."
"I would definitely consider being a truck driver it sounds fun."
"After o'while that wears off. But the pay's good." I nodded. "Ya like country?" he asked switching on the radio.
"I'm very open-minded when it comes to music."
"That's good ter here. Most kids yer age like very little these days." I nodded again, if he only knew.
Our journey was enjoyable to say the most and when the exit sign appeared I was more or less glad for it to be over. I was a small step closer to the man I loved. At a Shell gas station we said our goodbyes and parted ways. Now I had to find another ride, in Las Vegas of all places.
At every person that stopped for gas I asked if they were heading east and if I could ride with them but I had no luck until a slick black Camero pulled up next to me; the man within opened the door.
"So, you do this often?" He asked as I slipped inside.
"No." I shook my head, "How far can you take me?"
"At least Denver. Looks like it's gonna rain, seems you got lucky."
"Yeah." I shivered, I liked the rain but standing in it for Lord knows how long was not a pretty thought.
"So what's your name?" He asked stealing a glance in my direction.
"Sarah Krueger." I said, Freddy had instructed me to use his last name if any one inquired,
"What's yours?" I asked for the hell of it, I would find out one way or another.
"Nick Roberts. So why are you headed back east?"
"I've got family there. Life around here gets kinda boring so I thought I'd see how the relatives are doing."
"I see." He said trying to hide a grin. After our brief conversation we drove out of the city in silence except for heavy metal as background. I occupied myself by watching the mountains that passed until it became too dark and trying not to notice Nick's eyes on my body. There was no doubt in my mind I would have to kill this pervert, just when would I get the chance was the question. I had to at least try to milk him for what little he was worth.
Once we arrived in Utah to my dismay Nick stopped at a hotel for the night.
"Hope you don't mind sharing a room." Nick said, we got out of the Camero and he proceeded to lock the doors.
"No problem." I answered following him up the stairs towards our room.
"I'm sure it was intentional." My logical voice piped in.
"No doubt." I replied rolling my eyes in the poor light. At our door he slid the card key in and held the door open for me to enter first. I stepped a few feet inside, my eyes adjusting to the blackened room, I heard the click of the door behind me and felt a firm grip on my shoulders. I didn't panic, as I would normally have done in this situation, but stood calmly waiting.
Nick brushed my hair back from my neck and pressed his lips against it. If it hadn't been lust for motivation I would have relished the warmth of his lips moving toward my collarbone. I felt like the whore from Hellsing, an anime I had seen once, standing perfectly still as the man ran his hands up and down my body stopping only to squeeze my breasts. Except this was no anime, the hero would not come and kill me, I had to take care of myself. I closed my eyes and willed the bladed glove to materialize on my right hand. I flexed popping my knuckles, the leather feeling soft, warm and comforting against my skin. I turned to face Nick and lowered myself down suggestively; my left arm working it's way down his back. He didn't know what hit him when he felt the cold metal enter his flesh directly above his groin and he let out a gasp. My free hand held him from behind; shoving the blades in as far as they would go. Nick yelped in pain and shock as he tried to escape moments before I spilled his guts sweeping the blades upwards finally stopping at his shoulder blades. I removed my hand and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, I crouched next to him uncorking Freddy's vial once again.
I stood up and felt my way to the light switch; I squinted in the now brightly lit room. Once my vision was adjusted I looked to Nick,
"Wow what a mess," I thought, hands on my hips, "The maids'll have a hell of a time cleaning this up." I sighed as I bent to drag his corpse from the doorway. It's true what they say; the dead are much heavier than the living. I leaned against the wall breathing heavily.
"Definitely not fun." I reached into his pocket and stole his wallet and keys. "I'll be needing these." I pocketed them and walked the short distance to the bed. I set my glove next to me and kicked off my boots before reclining and picking up the remote, clicking on the television. As I was channel surfing I came upon the news with my picture next to the reporter.
"Aw shit." I turned up the volume as I bolted upright.
"Police in California are still looking for Sarah Brighid a fifteen year old who was last seen at Hoag Memorial Hospital."
I muted it, biting my lip.
"Now they know what I look like, shit." I stared blankly, my glove just happening to be in my view. I put it on and walked to the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection for a few moments before I took a clump of hair in my hand and raised the blades with the other when a hand stopped me.
"Don't ruin your pretty hair." I turned my gaze to the firm grip around my wrist.
It released me as I jumped back gasping, "Holy shit!" I fell backward into the tub and hit my head on the opposite wall. Kurt stood grinning down at me as he bend holding out a hand.
"How the hell did you get here?!" I screamed pushing it away as I pulled myself out, proceeding to rub the bump on my head.
"It wasn't that hard." He shrugged suppressing another grin. "Honestly do you think I would leave you alone acting the way you did?" I glared up at him; he was a good three inches taller than I.
"I can't believe you." I shook my head. "How did you get here?" I asked as walked past him to sit on the bed. Kurt leaned against the wall across from me, his arms folded neatly across his chest.
"I waited for you outside the school building and monitored your movements, then when you hitched a ride with a trucker I knew something was up so I followed you in my truck."
"You've been stalking me." I corrected.
"Yeah." He nodded, I rolled my eyes sighing.
"Why didn't you pick me up and give me a lift?"
"What? You would have let me?" He asked taken aback.
"Hell yeah, at least I know you wouldn't try any funny crap." I pointed to Nick's mangled body against the wall on the other side of the bed.
I narrowed my eyes, "You're such a weenie." I said as Kurt tried to suppress his coughing mixed with gagging. His cheeks coloured slightly.
"I'm lucky I was able to sneak up on you, I saw that guy and I nearly started hacking worse than this." He forced a grin.
"So, have you killed before now?" Kurt asked, the joking playfulness gone from his voice.
"Yes." I answered slowly. What would he think of me now?
"Oh."
"That's it? You don't care?" A look of disbelief painted my features.
"It's not that I don't care. I-I just don't know what to say in response to that okay?" His volume rose. We sat in silence, me staring at my hands in my lap I noticed the blood on my blades was nearly dry.
Kurt cleared his throat, "So where are you headed?"
"Springwood Ohio." I answered quietly, my gaze held steadily on my lap.
"Would you like me to drive you there?"
Lori looked around her room, "Is this a dream? It can't be."
"You've missed me, admit it." A familiar voice said running the back of his disembodied bladed hand across her cheek. She cringed pulling away.
"Don't you want to pick up where we left off?" Freddy asked cackling, his full body appeared next to her.
"You're not real! You're gone, I don't dream any more," Lori held her head as she spoke backing away from him nearly tripping. "We killed you!" She cried tearing her hands from her face.
"Oh but you didn't. You can't stop me." Freddy stood watching Lori as she struggled with her thoughts.
"Jason, Jason and I killed you! There's no way you could have survived-"
"Stupid bitch, you can't kill me. As long as there are those who remember me I will live forever!" He lashed out at her slicing her right forearm open, gasping Lori took a step back and fell... Freddy leaned over the edge and waved grinning manically. Lori screamed as she fell, faster and faster, she shut her eyes tightly, assuming the worse. But once her body collided with the surface she was surprised to see she was safe in her bed. She sat up, tangled in her sheets drenched in a cold sweat and looked around. She was awake this time, she was sure, this was her room.
"He's back." She whispered, her face taut in fear as she held her bleeding arm to her chest.
~*~*~To be continued~*~*~
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