Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue.
Author's Notes: Here we are…the end….
More warnings…
WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE
WARNING: GORE/VIOLENCE/DEATH
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Chapter 34
"NOOO!" Jacob howled as Freddy drove his razor gloved hand deep into Alice, running her completely through.
"Aha-hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Freddy cackled as he watched one of his oldest enemies' die by his glove.
Blood erupted from her wound, splattering to the ground. She gasped, more crimson liquid pouring from her mouth. She blinked and moved stiffly, turning to look into the face of her killer, eyes glazed with agony.
Freddy pulled her close, a mockery of the loving embrace that had led to her downfall. His hideous mouth brushed the skin of her ear as he whispered, "Let me tell you a little secret…you're not the anchor."
His eyes turned to Jacob and Alice felt not only pain but realization rush through her as she looked at her son.
Jacob.
Jacob was the Angel.
Not her…not her…
Freddy laughed again and withdrew his claws, tossing Alice's body aside. Jacob rushed to his mother, all ready sobbing as he cradled her close to him, "Mom, mom…"
She looked up at him, her hand carelessly drifting up to touch his face. He rocked her, begging mindlessly, "Please Mom, please…don't do this…I need you …"
He couldn't even say it all, there wasn't enough time.
Don't leave me//Don't go//Don't die//Be strong//Fight
I love you.
All these words passed through his mind but not all of them were said as he held his dying mother close. She smiled weakly, "Jacob …"
"Mom…"
"You're - Angel, Jacob, anchor…get out…save your…I'll - I'll watch over…" she kept trying to talk but each breath became more labored, more difficult.
Jacob shook his head, sniffling, tears and snot falling from his face as he cried. He tried to wipe it away with the sleeve of his shirt, "Mom, please…I can't…"
"Jacob…you're the Angel…"
Jacob shook his head sadly, "No, Mom…you are…you are…"
Alice Johnson took one finally breath and then her hand fell from her son's face. Jacob let out an anguished wail that filled the dreamscape. His mother was gone.
"Hey, you done crying, boy?" Freddy asked, rubbing one hand on his sweater, bored.
Jacob let Alice go and rose to his feet, turning to face the murderer of his uncle, his father, and now his mother. He was shaking with rage, hysterical as he shook his head, speaking through clenched teeth, "You…you…"
"Son of a Hundred Maniacs? Dream Stalker? Nightmare Man? Great looking guy?" Freddy supplied, his face full of elated joy.
Jacob let out an insane roar and tackled Freddy to the ground, his fingers curling into clawed fists in the material of his sweater, clutching tightly to him. His eyes glowed madly as he hissed, "You're coming with me!"
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Will and Samara found the source of the scream. Maggie and Angela were both bent over Alice and Jacob's bodies which lay perfectly still next to one another. Will saw them and ran over, "My god, what happened?!"
"Will!" Maggie shrieked, elated as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, drawing him close.
Samara walked over but Angela drew out Freddy's glove, quickly strapping it on and pointing it at the girl as she approached, eyes narrowed threateningly, "Stay right where you are!"
Will pulled from Maggie's grip, furious, "Angela?! What are you doing! That's Sam!"
"No, that's Samara!" Angela scowled, "Freddy's concubine!"
"WHAT?" Will asked, his tone colored with disbelief.
"Will, you have to believe us…Sam is not who she seems, her real name is Samara, she's working with Freddy, she's the girl from the video!" Maggie said desperately.
"Th - that's impossible…" Will whispered but then he thought of her eyes, dark, bottomless, and that vacant face …just like the little girl in the video. How she had always seemed so bizarrely familiar. He looked at her; it was like a piece falling into place, but still he wanted to deny it, "Sam…tell them…"
She looked at him, then at Angela, she moved forward but Angela slashed the glove through the air, face deadly, "Don't even think about it!"
Samara continued to look at Will, her mouth slowly working, "Will…"
The moment was broken by a horrible noise. Maggie screamed as Alice's body bucked slightly and her middle exploded, blood rising like a fountain from her. Angela dropped her hand, turning her attention away from Samara and to her friends.
No longer holding her at bay, Samara moved towards Will, who did the same. Meanwhile Alice fell back and her eyes opened, she turned to Maggie and Angela.
She whispered only once, "Jacob."
The two women turned to Jacob who not only awoke with a jolt but had Freddy with him. Jacob released the maniac and planted a square kick to his stomach, tossing him aside. He scrambled to his feet, going over to Maggie and Angela. Everyone froze as Freddy stood.
He looked around and sniffed the night air, snarling. He'd been taken out of the dreamscape. He was in the real world. Again. He turned and looked at the pack of humans - his victims. His children.
This wasn't exactly how he would have liked it but it would have to do for now. He licked his lips and moved his claw from one to the other as if counting them, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe - which one of you is next to go?"
His eyes landed on Will, who was singled out as he had had yet to walked over to Samara. Freddy chuckled darkly, "I think you're 'it', pretty boy."
Will's eyes widened as the Nightmare Man began to stalk towards him when suddenly Samara stepped out in front of his path. He sneered at her, "What do you think you're doing?!"
Samara did not move and Freddy growled, "Get out of my way!"
She looked him in the eye, "No."
"You," he drew out, his anger reaching its peak, "ungrateful bitch!"
He lashed out, his razors tearing across her cheek. He slashed again, this time striking her arm, "I taught you everything you know!"
He kept pushing her backward, slashing away, hitting her in various spots, blood spraying into the air, "And this is how you repay me!"
Finally her back met with the brick wall of the Administrative Office building and he had her cornered. He was about to deliver another devastating blow when his eye caught the glint coming off her choker.
He paused, "What have we here?"
This time he delicately ran his razor fingers over her flesh, curving them under it, "This doesn't look like nothing."
Freddy's face was vicious, jaw set and it was obvious he was awaiting an explanation. He stared at it then at her, then to Will, then at her again, particularly her face. A look filled his eyes that was unidentifiable. Because it had never been there before.
His voice was icy cold, "Oh I see."
He moved the claws upward and with a swift jerk the choker snapped, falling apart to hit the ground. Samara looked down at the destroyed jewelry. It had been her present from Will. The one thing some one had given to her because they unconditionally cared for her. It had been special. It had been destroyed. By Freddy.
Before he could even think to strike again, Samara raised a hand and a mighty torrent of water shot out, thrusting him backwards with bone breaking force. He went flying for several feet, landing in the middle of the Quad.
Angela, Will, Maggie, and Jacob - who had backed away from the fight, were also in this picturesque part of the campus, all four of them struck dumb with horror, shock, and awe. They watched, as Samara seemed to float forward. There was a loud rumbling sound beneath their feet and the ground began to shake - tremors ripping through the landscape.
The group huddle together as the earthquake continued and all the while Samara floated closer and closer as if in a trance. The rumbling beneath the ground exploded loudly all around them as separate dark, filthy water geysers erupted up from beneath the earth's crust, rising miles into the air. It soon became apparent that the water geysers were in fact perfectly plotted around the Quad, forming a circle - a ring.
And inside the ring stood the foursome as well as Freddy, who was feebly getting to his feet. Samara walked into the ring and another quake followed, this one just as teeth jarring as the first but instead fire burst up from the ground.
The flames rose into the air, coiling around each geyser, creating a rather interesting sort of fence around the ring. Freddy looked at her display and jeered, "Fancy waterworks isn't going to frighten me, Dollface."
The fire behind him bellowed more hungrily, even as it continued to dance around the water. He looked at that too, then back at her once more, "Fire doesn't scare me either."
"Who said I wanted to scared you?" she asked quietly, "I want to kill you."
With that said a powerful roar filled the night air as another riptide of water burst forth, this one picking up Samara. She rode the wave, forcing the flow downward. Freddy didn't even have a chance to move before the water picked him up as if he were nothing but an insignificant bath toy.
He slashed wildly within the water but was unable to break himself free from its grip as Samara guided them to the large tree she had once slept under - the one where Disher had hit on her. She rode the waves around the tree, making sure Freddy's body slammed painfully into various limbs and the base of the trunk periodically.
Each impact was tangibly felt by everything around it. The foursome below even winced at each violent hit. They continued their trip upward until they had scoured every inch of the tree, going around the entire thing before ascending up higher, shooting into the sky. The dark clouds took them out of view and the humans below tilted their heads back, watching the spot where they were last seen.
"Are they…gone?" Maggie whispered.
Her question was soon answered as a sound similar to a train pulling into station filled the air. The riptide came screaming back down and Freddy's body could bearly be seen inside the large swirling vortex of water. It almost seemed to form a fist as it unmercifully pile drove him into the ground.
Samara came down easily, landing on her feet. Her hair hid her face as she walked steadily over to where Freddy had landed. He raised a weary gloved hand and pulled himself up. He was encrusted in a layer of mud, soaked from head to toe. His entire body ached and he turned to her, defiant still, sneering as he mumbled, "Best you can do?"
She did not answer.
"All this…over a goddamn trinket?" he spat, "All this over a boy?"
"A boy?" Samara asked and this time her voice was completely different - more disembodied. She sounded like she did when she had first emerged from the well except more powerful, the static a soft whisper beneath, "It has nothing to do with him! This has to do with you and me, Krueger. When we first met I balked at your implications that you wanted to have me as your very own, that I was yours. I am not some weak-minded follower who clings to your every word, who obeys your every whim. I have only followed along this far to learn, to gain experience - I grow tired of this charade!"
As Freddy moved closer her stature became more rigid, she confidently continued, "Through this body I have experienced more than I ever thought possible…by remaining with you I would have to give it up. You expect me to leave this body and return to the cold, nothingness of death? NEVER!"
Freddy and Samara were so distracted with each other they didn't even notice the humans to the sidelines. Will's eyes were locked on Samara and Maggie kept trying to talk to him. Jacob himself was bearly leashed by Maggie who held steadfastly to the collar of his shirt, knowing he was eager to attack his mother's killer.
Being so preoccupied with both boys, Maggie did not see Angela move until it was too late. The brunette ran and with quick precision, tackling Freddy to the ground. The mud beneath them splashed upward as they fell. Angela still wore Freddy's glove and used it to strike, fingers jabbing in like needles, sinking into his shoulder.
He cried out, then back handed her across the face. As her head whipped to one side he kicked her off of him. She landed back roughly and he crawled over her, grabbing her hair in both fists as he slammed her skull down. The earth was so saturated that the impact was softer than usual but it still stung, white flashing before her vision.
While she was out of it he removed the glove with quick fingers, "I'll take that!"
He was clutching tightly to it when Samara's voice rung out, "ENOUGH!"
Another blast of water hit Freddy, knocking him off Angela, tossing him backwards and into the base of the tree again. Angela rolled about slowly, dizzy. Will finally moved, rushing to her side. Maggie continued to grip to an ever-struggling Jacob as she called out to him, trying to get him to come back.
Samara's blast continued its pelting flow, plastering Freddy to the tree; "You have always underestimated me, Krueger. I never needed you. You needed me. My strength! MY POWER! And yet you dare assume you can be my master? You are nothing! "
Her tone was triumphant, half-mad, "And now it is time to finish this…"
Samara's long dark hair flew back, revealing her face. It seemed to almost glow, bright energy crackling around her as she let go, allowing her power to flow free at full force. It was breathtaking. Beautiful. Frightening.
Her deathly pale skin was covered in thick, pulsing veins that grouped closely together. Freddy could see it even through the hail of water and for a split second he was stunned. She looks just like me.
He continued to struggle futilely against the water, which pushed against him as if a clawed hand. She approached him slowly and he felt the water work away at the glove he held - Angela's glove. It broke lose, falling into the flow.
The waves filtered it back to Samara and under her command fitted it onto her. She raised her newly gloved hand for his view, even as the other continued to make sure water pulsed forward. Her eyes transformed, turning from dark and bottomless to white and ghastly.
Freddy growled, "Your death glare don't work on me, remember?"
"Oh that?" she asked with a self-satisfied smirk, remembering when they had first met, "I wasn't even trying."
The center of Samara's eyes changed and it was impossible to describe as the look of contempt, of utter hatred shown through and lashed out at Freddy, sinking deep into his mind. Freddy howled in agony as she began to tear away at his mind, millions of images flashed before him uncontrollably.
Fucking mind witch, his thoughts hissed as she continued her onslaught, bringing its intensity up to such a point that he could not muster one cohesive thought. She walked towards him, water dying as she grew inches away, eyes still locked with his as her telepathic torture continued.
Black blood was leaking liberally from his nose and eyes as he sputtered. She drew her gloved hand back and with a great deal of relish drove it into him. He gagged as his own glove pegged him to the tree. He looked down, seeing it there and scowled, "Not again."
Samara was soon distracted from her victory as dim voices behind her caught her attention.
Are you all right?
Will asked Angela as his hands gently cupped her face. Her eyes opened, cloudy, the first thing she saw was his face above her.
Ohhh…Will?
Yeah…it's me.
He helped her sit up, eyes on her, hands moving gracefully to her shoulders.
Will, Sam…
I know.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Oh Will…
Samara turned and saw Angela and Will embrace. Her death glare stopped, her hold on Freddy released, face returning to normal as she whispered, "Will?"
Freddy moved swiftly then, his razor fingers slamming into her gut. Samara let out a cry, body bowing under the hit. Blood gushed from where he had impaled her. Freddy chuckled darkly, "Lover boy, betray you?"
Samara's lips flapped silently.
"Betrayed you like you did me, hmm?" he coughed and spit out some blood.
Samara's eyes turned back to Freddy's and one single tear escaped. She withdrew her hand from her glove, leaving it inside him while simultaneously drawing out Freddy's claws from inside her by backing away.
Once she was free she fell to the ground. She clutched her stomach as crimson fluid continued to pour forth. She moved slowly, painfully, crawling to the other side of the tree away from everyone. She rested back against it, closing her eyes.
Freddy grunted as he took hold of the glove rammed into him. He started to twist it free from the bark of the tree where it had been deeply embedded. Once that was done he withdrew it from himself, tossing it aside.
He clutched to his own wounded abdomen as he moved around the base of the tree to where Samara sat. He fell to his knees, near her, cursing in gasps, "Fuck…all this for…nothing…got fucking start all over and it's all your goddamn fault!"
"No…" she whimpered weakly, "No…not over, you - you will live on…"
"What?!" He snarled.
"I'll…draw you," she panted quietly, "I'll fall asleep and draw you into my dreams before I…die. You will be healed in the dreamscape…live, not - not go to hell…dreamscape…you'll be safe…find fear again…live…"
Freddy frowned. This was impossible! Mere minutes ago she had become his enemy - turning on him, fighting him, killing him and now she wanted to save him?!
Freddy was unused to people offering him help for free and his eyes narrowed at her suspiciously, "Why would you-"
"Someone has to kill them," she answered simply, "If not me, then you…"
Freddy squirmed, uncomfortable with this act of self-sacrifice. Normally he would not care but for some reason this struck him in a most unpleasant way. He now found himself faced with an unexpected internal struggle. He was at war with his need to cause death against a need to repay the person who was helping him…
He did kind of owe her.
Samara was responsible for a lot…
And she was powerful…
He could still use her for his own gain, his own advantage…
He frowned, not happy as he said gruffly, "You….don't have to die. If you drew me into the dreamscape before your body dies I could…you know…" he moved his head side to side, feeling disgusted even as he said it, "Grab hold of you and keep you in the dreamscape with me."
She looked at him, the bottom of her eyes showing a glimmer of emotion, "You'd do that for me?"
He answered with a series of grunts and grumbles - it was obvious this whole thing was really embarrassing him. Even close to death, his pride stuck out. Samara merely gave a soft smile as an answer, "Okay."
"Partners again, huh?" he muttered.
She shrugged, then nodded. Freddy inched forward, raising up his glove one more time. With the last of his strength he drove it back into her. She cried out once more as he pushed it in deeply, so far inside that their bodies pressed together, his mouth near her ear, "I've wanted to do this for a long time…"
He pressed his ear between her breasts and listened with satisfaction as her heartbeat grew more lethargic. Samara could feel herself falling into slumber, sleep and death both dragging at her senses. But she raised up one hand, resting it against Freddy, easing him closer to her.
She absorbed his heat, the feel of him…
He moved his claws inside her and she could feel them, so very deep, near her heart. A quiet moan of pleasure left her and she found herself thinking back to the first time she had been in his boiler room. She had been clutching to the doll he had given her and thinking about life, about people, about love.
She had thought love to be dead - to not be real.
But now she knew better.
There was such a thing as love.
And this was it.