Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue.
Author's Notes: We're winding down now! Only…what? Three chapters to go! Hope everyone likes the outcome. Quick recs:
Dani - The Horrors of Springwood High - unlike Nightmare Switch/Date, this is not humor but much darker. And who can avoid Freddy as a teenager?! With teenage angst?! Delicious!
Sweet-Steffie - All her stuff - she does fluffy WWE fics, which, I know most people here don't read but Steffie and I spoke on AOL IM and we have so much in common it's eerie and what we don't have in common is so staggeringly different it's like - daaaaaaaaammmmmn!
Lastly, Friday, December 5th, is my 21st BD! Everyone who reads/reviews this is invited to my party! I love you all!!! XD *^_^* - two smileyes for the price of one…or something.
More warnings…
WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE
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Chapter 32
Samara Morgan looked into the mirror at her face. Becca Kotler's face. This was the face she wore; this was the face people saw. Her fist smashed into the glass shattering it. The silvery surface broke into jagged cobwebs, distorting her image. This was what she saw.
She turned around and looked at her room. It was in shambles. The bed had been tossed over, the curtains torn to shreds, piggy banks smashed, beanie babies destroyed, and pillows ripped open. The floor covered with dirt, coins, blood, feathers, and glass.
As quiet as a breath she strode down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Dark, filthy water rolled down the walls, causing the wallpaper to bubble and crack. The ceiling was starting to stain brown and all the windows were smashed. The front door, which bearly hung on its hinges, squeaked in the breeze.
Samara looked outside into the darkness. How had she reached this point? She used to be in control. Her video would circulate - people would watch and seven days later…
But now she was trapped in this body, this body she was growing increasingly more attached to, and she hadn't killed a person in days…well, until today. A wicked smile took her at the thought but she still agonized over what else had been left unchecked.
How long had it been since those people had seen the video she had made Freddy? How many people had seen her original video since this had begun?
How many days had passed?
How many people had escaped her seven-day sentence?
Had escaped their fate?
And what's more - did she even care anymore?
When Will dropped her off the other night, he had looked at her with those soft baby blues and asked so innocently, "Do you...want to go out with me tomorrow night?"
And she had looked at him, looked at a boy who would be considered handsome and desirable by any other girl and said, "Sure."
She didn't know why she had agreed; she didn't know why she had contemplated his features and what's more, why she had given thought to what it would be like to be…normal. She hated normal people - that's why she killed them.
What had happened to that ancient knowledge she had been born with? As each day passed, as each moment elapsed and she sank further and further into this body she felt less like Samara Morgan and more like…Sam.
Then her thoughts would turn to Freddy and what he had offered, how she felt around him, what he did to her…
And she almost had to clutch her head because of all the noise inside it, thoughts crashing around enough to tear open her skull. She was supposed to kill, she needed to kill. Not go on dates with pretty boys. Not be some angsty teen…
The confusion inside her had grown into a bubble and eventually burst - unleashing unspeakable horror. She had never released all the power inside her like that before - much less in the outside world. It had been…invigorating. Her heart had beat like a little bird trapped in a cage, her breathing took moments before it managed to die down from ragged pants. To have so much power, to let it go…
She walked into the living room. The television set had exploded, black smoke still slowly curling out of its center. Two cushy armchairs faced it and rested in each seat were her - no, Becca's - grandparents.
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Kotler. Their mouths looked ripped wide open - hanging irregularly low, as if their jaws had to elongate to allow their screams to escape. Their eyes were glossy, liquid white and their skin was a molted green. Samara looked down at the two dead people, then turned and floated towards the front door again.
She went outside and sat on the front steps.
She leaned her head against a post and her thoughts went to the endless sea of troubles that lay before her eyes.
Freddy.
Will.
Will.
Freddy.
Freddy//Will//Freddy// Will//Freddy// Will//Freddy// Will//Freddy// Will//Freddy//
Samara moaned, tossing her head side to side. She couldn't think straight and she hadn't slept in what felt like forever. Ever since her last encounter with Krueger she had found herself latching on to coffee - she wasn't sure what to expect from him now and for a girl who spent most of her time sleeping, not even taking a cat nap was exhausting.
She sucked in a breath, realizing the only way she was truly going to get any answers was to give in to her dreams. She may have to contend with Freddy but she had to know where they stood. She closed her eyes and gave into the dreamscape, unaware that miles away, Maggie and Angela had also laid themselves down to sleep, Alice and Jacob at their side.
Samara opened her eyes and found herself in the dreamscape's wasteland, she was only there for a moment when she felt, more than saw Maggie and Angela. Her mouth dropped open a little, "They're here."
This realization slowly settled in - two sitting ducks in a pond she knew how to control. An evil little smile formed as a twisted idea came to mind. She thought back to all that Freddy had taught her and raised her hands.
Maggie had no sooner opened her eyes then she found herself in a narrow, endless hall. Above her head were bright white fluorescent lights that flickered and buzzed. She could barely even turn from side to side. She looked forward and then behind her.
"Angela?" Her voice came out weakly, echoing off walls.
There was no answer and Maggie realized she was horribly cold. She rubbed her arms, wondering where her friend had disappeared to when the light above her let out a loud pop, extinguishing.
She squeaked as orange sparks floated down. Another vicious pop and the light before her went out. She looked ahead and saw the little girl from the video standing there. She seemed to almost fill the whole hallway even though she was so small. Her hair was not in the loopy red ribbons but instead hung heavily around her face, only her pale forehead visible.
The ends of her hair seemed to rise up and cling to the walls on either side, slowly creeping their way down the hall. Her hair was growing, stretching out, consuming everything, and blanketing it in darkness. Maggie wasn't going to wait for it to reach her, she turned and ran.
The strands grew faster, racing along the walls, chasing after her. The lights above began to flash in and out almost like a strobe and a noise filled the air, thumping repetitively over and over, a concentrated beating rhythm like a steady heartbeat.
Maggie kept running until the hall abruptly dead-ended. Her eyes grew wide, beginning to water as she clawed with desperate fingers at the plaster, breaking it away. The heartbeat grew louder, more insistent as the hair, the darkness, grew closer and closer.
Millions of the thin strands reached out, wrapping around Maggie like miniature ropes, whipping around her wrists to draw her arms back, taking hold of her legs so she couldn't struggle, almost wrapping her in a cocoon.
The strands of hair, like separate tiny snakes, edged their way up over her face, sinking into the corners of her eyelids, finding their way to her mouth which opened to scream. They dived downward, driving down her throat.
There was a sudden swishing sound and then the hair seemed to lose its grip. Maggie gasped and gagged, falling to her knees. She raised shaking hands upward, grabbing hold of the chunk of hair that had managed to creep down her throat. She yanked it out, gagging and coughing, gag reflex working overtime, vomiting almost imminent.
Meanwhile the source of the sound turned to the little girl. Freddy's glove hand twitched, loose hair falling from his grip. Samara's cut hair slowly drew back, until it was its normal length. Freddy was upon her in an instant, hand wrapped around her throat as he slammed her into the nearest wall, pinning her.
"You dare defy me." He hissed hotly, spit flying into her face with each word.
Samara's little girl body flushed out, transforming into the teen. She was still in Freddy's grip, her face pure fury, "I knew you wouldn't let me kill her - I knew when the time came you wouldn't be able to go through with it, I knew you'd save-"
"I saved her for me!" He growled, "She's my daughter, my kill"
"Like the others?" Samara spat, "You've killed them all, I haven't killed one and it's almost been seven-"
"Screw your ridiculous mandate!" he bellowed, "I've told you, we're doing things my way, you play along and you'll get your reward soon enough."
"And what might that be?" she scowled, "Life as your slave or death by your claws?"
Freddy's hold on her throat loosened and her hand went to where he had squeezed her, rubbing gently. The unexpected change in his mood confused her as he drew close, dark, grating voice whispering into her ear, "Why should we fight, Samara? I know what you want…"
His scent hit her, making her feel drugged, those light eyes hypnotizing her, "And I know what I want…and we can only get it together…"
His hips lined up perfectly with hers, pushing with such pressure, hands reaching out to run along the front of her body, passing over parts of her that were unexpectantly tender and responsive.
Razors loudly shredded the fabric of her dress and she could feel the metal against her cold skin, so hot, so desirable. A noise she couldn't recognize escaped her throat as his head tiled to one side, tongue lashing out to the pale skin of her neck, fluttering over her pulse and going higher, rotted teeth latching onto her earlobe.
Samara's fingers clawed the material of his sweater, her body bucking forward, enraptured by what was happening, by the heat, when he purred gutturally, "I don't know what I'd like more…to fuck you while you're a little girl or to do it now, when you're like one of those stupid, screaming little teen bitches I normally skewer…"
Something inside Samara flared up at his words. He was trying to distract her - he didn't really want this, he was using this as a form of control. He was trying to make her submit, to dominate her. This epiphany infuriated her and she began to twist in his embrace, trying to pull away.
Freddy merely chuckled, "It's even more fun this way - go ahead and struggle…"
She continued to try and yank out of his arms, head whipping from side to side when she managed to draw up her knee and shove him away. He wheezed out and she drew back, raking a vicious fist along his jaw with a resounding crack.
He fell back, releasing her but his grin merely grew, tongue running along his now busted lip, "Mmm…foreplay."
"Forget it, Krueger! I won't be owned by you! I won't be condemned by you!" The words came out in a fiery explosion as in a flash she seemed to evaporate into thin air.
Freddy cursed, she had found a way to wake herself up with mere thought. That wasn't good news. He heard a noise to his right and turned to see Maggie was slowly rising to her feet. She was groggy and bleary eyed but one thing was clear, she knew what she had saw. The little girl was named Samara and Samara…Samara was Sam.
The truth was crippling and all she could think of was telling the others but now her father turned her way, face holding wicked contempt, "No hug for Daddy?"
Maggie backed away, wondering what to do as Freddy chuckled, "Katherine, I think it's time we had a heart to heart…"
He plunged his gloved hand into his chest, frowning, "Hmm, I thought that thing was in here somewhere…"
He fiddled around for a few moments more, as if seriously searching, then withdrew his glove, pointing at her, "I guess I'll have to burrow yours…"
Maggie was frozen with fear as her father advanced when suddenly one side of the hall burst, Angela appearing. She leapt forward and took hold of Maggie's arm. Krueger darted forward, not wanting to lose his prey when Angela held up one hand.
He halted, wide eyed to see she was wearing one of his gloves. She sneered, "You remember this?!"
Before he could say anything they both vanished and Krueger rolled his eyes. This was just not his day…
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Samara sat up, blinking. Her body felt the last lingering stirs of lust float through - damn, Freddy had gotten her good. But he had merely been playing a part, if she had thought he was genuine…
There was no denying he caused stronger emotions and feelings inside her than anyone else but that didn't change the fact he wanted her to belong to him like some sort of trophy, some pet he could push around. That was not going to happen. No matter what.
She could see that coffee was going to be a big part of her future as another breeze blew, this one heavier than the last. She looked upward and heard a distant rumbling. The sky was pitch black. She opened her mouth, speaking softly to herself, "Storm's coming…"
A honking noise startled her and she saw Will's van driving up. She leapt from the steps and walked over. He popped her door open, "Hey there."
She climbed inside, settling herself in. He looked at her house, "Do you think I should go in and meet your parents?"
"Grandparents," she murmured, "And no, they're…watching TV."
He nodded, "Fair enough…listen, I…uh…I know this is our first time out but," he drew out a long black velvet box, holding it out to her, "I got this for you."
Her eyebrows knitted together as she took the box and cracked it open. Inside was a choker. It was made of bright silver, metal chain links. A thick black suede ribbon weaved in and out of each link, creating a unique appearance. She drew it out, holding it in her fingers. Will blushed, running a hand through his hair, "It's just…you know, for listening to me. For being you."
No one had ever gotten her anything before, not like this. There was almost a twinkle in the dark deep depths of her eyes as she absorbed the shiny piece of jewelry before her with wonder. Her parents had bought her things - material possessions but this…this was different…
"Do you - do you need help putting it on?" Will asked tentatively.
Samara looked at him and nodded her head once. She handed him the choker and lifted her hair into a messy bundle on her head. He drew it around her neck and clasped it. She raised a hand to it, touching the cold metal to the flesh of her throat. The silver contrasted with her pale skin but Will merely looked at her, eyes wide as he breathed, "You look amazing."
The warmth she'd felt in her cheeks the other night returned as she drew away and settled back into her seat. Will cleared his throat, blushing as he directed his eyes to the road, "How about we get going…"
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Angela and Maggie both jerked awake, the same name leaving their lips, "Sam!"
"What?" Alice asked, startled. Jacob himself falling back out of his chair in shock at their quick awakening.
"Sam…she's the little girl in the video, Samara…she's in league with my father!" Maggie gasped, "And what they were doing," her face scrunched up in disgust, "It was horrible."
"I - I don't understand, Sam is…"
"A bad guy, Mom, jeez, you don't listen well do you?" Jacob scoffed as he got up and sat near them, "You know, I had a bad feeling about her…"
"But she can't be!" Alice gasped.
"She is, I saw it too," Angela whispered sadly, "She…locked me up, kept me from getting loose while she tortured Maggie, I saw it but I couldn't do anything I was trapped in this place and then she left and it released her hold on me, I got out, grabbed Maggie and just - just thought of waking up and - boom! Here we are…guess I'm an Angel anchor after all."
Alice shook her head forlornly, "Poor Will…"
"Poor Maggie," Jacob emphasized, "If Freddy's with Sam then…you know…ewww."
"Jacob!" his mother cried, "I'm sure it wasn't like that…"
Alice turned to Maggie, a skeptical look on her face; "It wasn't…was it?"
Maggie's face alone caused Alice to turn green, her stomach rolling, "Oh my god…"
"So what now?" Jacob asked.
"Obvious!" Angela hissed as thunder boomed outside, "We go find Will and save him…before it's too late!"