Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue

Author's Notes: Ahhh, I am basking in the glow of such praise and super cool reviews! So much to comment on…

Danielle L. Bartlett - I did indeed make up the regurgitating death, I was inspired by Freeberg's death in F vs. J, when the Freddypillar jumped down his throat it looked like all this black stuff was shooting up - not to mention I needed Becca's body. Also, on a personal note, keep an eye out Danielle! You're mentioned in the next chapter!

Airelle Vilka - Ah Becca's demise and how it came about…I have a theory and this is it, Becca saw Samara before she killed Katie - this is obvious as she basically had the crap scared out of her and that's how she ended up in the institution. Samara let her live because she hadn't actually seen the tape but seeing her alone surely affected Becca in some way…like how she knew Rachel only had four days left.

Therefore, since she was in part affected by Samara, I believe Samara has the opportunity to change her mind and kill Becca whenever she wants…wouldn't surprise me a lick if this happened in the planned Ring sequel.

Also, Samara's powers are greatly underestimated…she has a variety of abilities including high-end telekinesis, which we can see at the end of the Ring when she begins pulling up the screws on the floorboards with water and loosening the TV to hit Rachel and knock her into the well.

Samara's powers effect the outside world whether the video has been played or not. This can also be substantiated in the scene where Aidan is in Katie's room and the blur moves across the TV screen - he had yet to see the video so how did that happen?

And, finally, long story short, I also take creative freedom in writing - I needed Becca's body, so boom, she had to die. As I had Freddy said, we've decided to do away with the technicalities.

Extra notes too…I also thought Becca looked a great deal like Samara, especially in the scene where she speaks with Rachel, so it made perfect sense to use her, not to mention in the beginning of the film I found her to be a rather pretty, talented young actress for her short scenes.

I wanted you all to be able to visualize what I am going for in later chapters, not to mention if I ever do progress any sort of relationships between characters, I needed someone a wee bit older…not that I'm against hitting a hard subject like pedophilia but I decided not to make people squirm through it, better this way - you'll see.

More warnings…

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

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Chapter 12

Will Rollins sat in his art class in something of a daze. Only yesterday, his ex-girlfriend Lori had spoken to him. She had not done so since the fateful day of their break-up. He wasn't sure what to expect when she had left the hushed message on his cell phone but of all the things he imagined, none of them were as bad as this.

Fred Krueger was back.

It was, ironically, like some horrible nightmare. To think of the demonic dream killer on the prowl again, heading out to gut more hapless teens with a vengeance. Just like he had done to Will's friend, Mark. Just as he helped do to Lori's friends Gibb and Kia. He had even, in many ways, contributed to the death of Will and Lori's tender romance.

Or maybe Will did that himself.

Or maybe Lori had.

He hated thinking the latter, as part of him still loved Lori and he despised thinking less of her - but dammit, she had said things, horrible things, that she may have not meant but it did not matter - they did their job and hurt him deeply.

And she could be so self centered at times. She was not the only one who had suffered thanks to Freddy. True, Will had only lost Mark whereas Lori had lost her mother and her two best friends but amounts of loss can never be measured. For a long time, Mark was the only person Will had in the whole world.

His foster parents hadn't batted an eye when Dr. Campbell had had him locked up in Westin Hills. In fact, he was quite sure they had been relieved to be rid of him so he had been all alone. No concerned, caring parents, no Lori, none of his friends, no one until he'd met up with Mark.

Mark had been there longer and taken the frightened Will under his wing. They had grown closer than brothers and then - bam! - that one person he had counted on and had done so much for him was gone. Dead.

Once all the terror had abated, Dr. Campbell had finally given the go ahead to freeing Will from Westin. It had been hard though, without any folks. His foster parents had given up any legal right to him and he had had to work hard to not come under the yolk of another foster failure.

Feeling perhaps guilty for locking the boy up and considering he was dating his daughter at the time, Campbell promised to look after Will and gave him a job underneath him. Will found he rather liked working for the general practitioner, learning about different medicines…it was funny really considering how much time he had spent being medicated.

Still, the job was good and provided him a nice income. He was with Lori, he was making money, preparing to go to school…all was good. Then it fell apart. The fights got more vicious and biting and he just thought they needed time away from one another, needed to clear their heads.

So he broke up with Lori.

It wasn't like he had wanted to, quite the contrary, it broke his heart to do so but she refused to understand that. She thought he was only doing it for his own good, that he was maliciously dumping her.

He tried to explain over and over he was not 'dumping' her. Dumping her suggested he was getting rid of her because he disliked her or because he planned to move on to someone else.

Breaking up with her was not something he wanted to do, but something he knew he had to do for her sake as well as his own. She was his first love and she would always have a special place in his heart, but they were just not meant to be. She did not understand this, she never would and he hated that. Hated breaking her heart.

But what else was there to do?

And then there had been her drug problem. He couldn't even bear to think about it at times, who could have imagined someone like Lori, someone so strong and sweet becoming an addict? But that was what she was. He had caught her so many times popping those blue pills. She'd lie and make excuses and the side effects…

She fell asleep at the wheel once. Almost crashed, almost killed herself! And every time they had had to be alone together she had grown groggy and sleepy, there was only so much he could take. He would stay by her side, he would watch over her and support her but he just could not date her.

She needed to see what she was doing to herself. Needed some tough love to understand she had a problem. But she refused to do so, or so it seemed so far. Instead she chose to hate him.

He knew some of it had to be an act - he even caught her staring at him in longing sometimes from across the Quad. But that didn't change her behavior towards him most of the time. But no matter how she reacted, he always made sure to check up on her, follow behind her. She didn't know and in someway it would even appear to be stalking but he just had to know she was all right, that she was safe.

He couldn't bear it if something happened and he didn't try to help her, didn't try to prevent it. The whole situation made him so exhausted - so angry and upset. It was best to move on.

So he reluctantly turned his thoughts back to Freddy, which oddly enough at this time, seemed the lesser of two evils in thought process. Lori probably would have rather dropped dead than ask Will for help these days but she was no fool - Freddy coming back was serious business and more important that any petty fights and break-ups.

She had shown him that video tape…with its appalling images. And that poor little girl! Could she have been real? He could still see the vibrant red on her cheeks, those dark, bottomless eyes. There had been something about her though…something so strange and unidentifiable but Will could not put his finger on it.

But the true questions he knew he needed to concern himself with was how Freddy came back and how to stop him this time before more people suffered. He didn't want another Mark on his conscious.

He pulled himself out of his brooding and turned to look at who he was sitting next to.

Paul Disher, or merely 'Disher' as he was called by all his friends, had been one of the first guys to date Lori after the break up.

Will wasn't overtly fond of him but Disher was friendly enough, always offering a high five. He was currently using a X-Acto Knife on a guitar pick, a pile of all ready engraved picks were to one side as he looked up through his light brown curtain length hair, "Hey dude, what's up?"

"Not much."

"Not much, huh? You've been thinking like mad over there, all quiet and you say 'not much'…"

Will struggled to come up with a good response, then settled on local school gossip, "Did you hear we got a new guidance counselor…"

"We have a guidance counselor?"

"Yeah, she's supposed to be real good, I've only heard rumors but-"

"She, huh?" Disher asked, a lecherous grin taking his face, "She young?"

"Um, I don't know-"

"She a betty?"

"Disher…she's a member of the faculty," Will scoffed.

"Hasn't stopped me before," Disher replied, his eyebrows shooting up and down as his tongue waggled out. Will didn't even try to hold back his look of disgust, Disher merely laughed, "So, lady counselor, probably in need of some lovin'…have to stop by her office later, tell her I need some guidance."

Suddenly a voice spoke up, "And that ya do."

Both boys looked up to see Paige standing there, her art books pressed to her chest, Disher gave her a big grin, "Paige, love of my life, how are-"

"Don't even," Paige muttered with a roll of her eyes, "I jus' came over ta ask if ya happened ta get a copy of Mr. Abraham's notes from last class."

Disher raised up both hands, "Sorry, no such luck."

Paige gave Will a raised eyebrow, "You?"

Will shook his head, Paige clucked her tongue, "Well you two are gonna to do just great in this class."

"I can make it up to you, swear," Disher said, dropping the knife and holding up the guitar pick for her view, "See this?"

She frowned, "A badly scratched in smiley face?"

"No! It's a skull! Look, you and my boy Will here," he patted Will roughly on the back, "Are invited to hear my band play for free, all you gotta do is present this," he handed her the pick, "I'll let 'em know that's your official pass in, backstage and all, you can bring the Luscious Lori too. I mean she and I may have not worked out but-"

"And when, pray tell, is this?"

"It'll be this Friday around ten at 'The Foxglove'. I'll be there with my crew, Chris, Kevin…"

"And ya'll are known as?"

"The Horny Sock Puppets!" Disher said, right hand giving the universal symbol of rock, tongue hanging out again, giving a short headbang.

Paige was not impressed, "I may go, out of boredom, but I'm 'fraid Ms. Lori'll be passin'. She has a date that night with Tyler Flynn, you know, star quarterback, possible pick for the NFL, Tyler Flynn?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know 'em," Disher muttered, then elbowed Will, shooting Paige a glare; "How about you have some respect for us, her leftovers, eh?"

"I'll try," Paige sighed and walked off.

Disher muttered a swear word under his breath then turned to Will and began talking about his being invited to see the band play, passing him his own scratched up guitar pick but Will was too busy thinking about Lori.

She had a date? And with Tyler? He wanted to be happy for her but it was hard. She had been on several dates since the break up and he had been on nary a one. She seemed capable of moving on. Why wasn't he?

But then, he wasn't even sure he was ready to take a dive back into the dating pool. He was probably better off single. He was positive he had seen every girl attending Springwood U. this year and not one caught his interest, much less his eye.

Then she walked in.