Chapter Four

Lonely in the Dream World

Oh God it was wicked. It was reprehensible! Now that Lola had fallen asleep, she was trapped in the dream world until someone brought her out- that could take a lifetime.

These "dream demons" Krueger ranted about apparently thought even her inner soul was Freddy too- that's why even they wouldn't release her. Freddy had been tracked down and burned alive by a vengeful mob in the 1970s after he had killed tons of children in the city he had told her (She'd also been curious to know Freddy's history). When the law let Freddy go, the parents were furious, and he died as a result of their rage. But "dream demons" came to his aid as the fire touched him, and told him he would die but he would come back and live eternally in nightmares. So now his motive was to seek revenge on the parent's where it would hurt. Their children.

Even though here in the DreamScape she was the predator, in this case, she was still scared Freddy Krueger might leap out at her and kill her- but she WAS Freddy Krueger now. This could be hours before Freddy came to rescue her! She didn't even want to think about what Freddy was doing to her reputation and friends and Kurt.

She let out a very un-Freddy like sob, so manly that it was truly ridiculous. She missed Kurt.. She missed Brie and the girls, maybe even her parents. But hey, at least this meant if some psycho killer came out with a butcher knife he wouldn't be killing her. She glanced down at the shining blades on the glove- for protection that was it. Not to KILL kids or girls like her.

She wiped a solitary tear away from her scarred cheek. Time to look at the pro's of being Freddy Krueger to cheer oneself...

1. She had power! She got to walk around looking all macho with the funky hat and flex those gloves to enemies. Maybe even to some kids she despised at school- although not HURT them of course. Freddy always looked so matter of fact, having so much power over his victims. Maybe that's why he chose to kill kids and not adults- because he was so superior to them.

2. She um... Didn't have to worry about the major test she had to do today- Freddy would flunk it on her. Probably on purpose just to be mean but oh well.

3.-
That's when she heard it. The sound of music- joy! She wasn't alone. It was some chick with a boom box. A pretty African American girl shaking to the music of "Bootylicious" by a girl band Lola failed to recall. It was Torrance- Lola's good friend- thank the Lord!

Sure it was an ancient song, and a song she didn't like very much at that, but it was a classic pop one her and she didn't mind it. Time to shake Freddy's gangsta' ghetto booty.

Once she heard the sweet sound of music, she jogged to catch up with the dancing girl.

"Torrance- hey! Can I join you?" She was so relieved for company she didn't even realize who she was- and started dancing too. Gyrating her hips and dancing freely (the idiot)."Hey!" She called to the teenager who must of been playing hooky and had failed to reply to her. "I like this song!" And she was no longer alone-psyche!

Torrance's caramel brown eyes widened and she stopped dancing.
A man. A tall man in a navy blue over-sized hooded sweater was dancing around with a weird hat on his head. Freddy...Freddy Krueger or something? This was his famous nightmare?

She burst out laughing and could not stop.

"Now this is a-list comedy!" She let out a guffaw, holding her aching sides. Lola stopped dancing a look of horror on Freddy's scarred features. She had forgotten again- she had been too busy wallowing in self pity.

"I..." She sputtered in humiliation. "I uh- I was just distracting you so I could kill you- Uh never mind. It's a long story now...Beat it." Freddy would kill her if she made him look retarded.

"This was just my act of..." She racked her brain to think. "Distracting you so I can kill you." Torrance rose a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"BOO!" She yelled chasing after Torrance. She felt consumed by guilt- Torrance was such a good person. So much fun too. A bit of a sleaze but besides that factor...

Screaming, the girl let go of her expensive CD player on the ground and bolted. "PLEASE No!"

She stopped and let the girl run off in the other direction shrieking. She had just scared off her only human companionship. She burst into wailing tears.

"God this sucks." She grabbed the dirty fedora from atop her head and threw it on the ground, violently stomping it. Then picked it up ,dusted it off, and put it back on his head. It was a sort of cute hat... And Freddy wasn't "that" awful looking. She was trying to look positive about this situation.

So why not do some snooping? This was her opportunity to get to know the real Freddy Krueger.

It wasn't too hard to find the room he kept his secrets, pictures and personal crap. One minute the boiler room had been there, the next she was walking into a small room, as if her mind had put it there.

"Now thats what I call, room service!" She cackled mock evilly. Wait- had she really said that out loud? I'm playing this role better then it needs to be played.

Against the wall ran a small desk that looked as though it was going to fall apart and a chair in even worse conditions, and beside that a small furnace...Was that blood streaked across the front? There was even a little TV with a game console hooked up too it. Her eyes grazed the title of the game inside the console now. Kill Spencer.

She scanned the rows of children's faces, photos tacked sloppily to the wall. Whoa-Krueger really was one sick pervert. Then her heart stopped cold. There was a photo of her- from the newspaper. It had been taken weeks ago- at her old house in California. The article was based on the Gymnastics Club Car Wash Fundraiser she had been in, back when she took gymnastics. How the hell did he get that? He had scratched a crudely made circle around her face with his blade on the thin paper.

There was also photo of him, and in it he wasn't alone. He was with a tiny little girl who he held on his lap, it was badly fading and obviously outdated from years before her time. A mousy looking woman in a flower print dress with a short bob haircut had her arm planted around Freddy's shoulders in an affectionate manner.

She couldn't help it, she was such a girl. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Awwwwwww.

Was this his wife and daughter from his human days? Oh god. He had a daughter. She was adorable and resembled him. Then she saw the article pinned next to the portrait.

KRUEGER WOMAN STILL MISSING. He killed his wife. There was a notebook on the tattered old desk. His diary? Excitement filling in, she snatched it and thumbed through it with her long blades. Recent date.

New Victim- Sex:Girl. Age: 17. Victim Comments: She's not like my other victims...She's gets right on my nerves- she's got a mouth on her like a vicious mutt. But she's alright. Someone who could help me slaughter little Elm St. piggies,then blood will go a splattering, and when I get bored of her-SHING!Bye bye princess. Hahahaha! Ha ha!

Ha ha.

Ha.

Wow! Krueger must be bored down here during the day to write in a diary. Now manly Freddy! A journal! And he sort of liked her. Okay, it had said nothing in the text of that sort but she was sure he didn't mind her. After all, he said he could use her for an accomplice.

"Why are you reading that?" A female voice snapped. Lola whirled around her mouth ajar.

"I'll KILL YOU! That's the last time you snoop through my stuff-" He lunged at her.

"Hey- Freddy remember who's body you're in and who has the glove. I'm not going to lay a finger on myself but you should still be careful."

He scowled. "I forgot. This is a pain in the ass. So how much did you read?"

"Latest entry." She replied. "So you like me huh?"

"Like a murder accomplice- not a lover you little whore-hey I never said that I liked you!" He hissed. She shrugged. It was all the same to her. "And its not a diary. It's a murder log scrapbook. I write down each way I kill my victims and their photo- I paste it in." That was true. Flipping through the murder log she could see all the photos and gory descriptions written sloppily underneath.

"I've had that God damned book since I was alive. I'd kill a brat then lick the back of that photo clean and slap it in."

"Well I like you too Freddy." She said changing the subject, and patted his shoulder reassuringly. Then pulled him in a one armed hug. "You're funny when you get so mad."

He frowned. Is she...flirting with me? Well for fuck's sakes.

"What's with your jackass boyfriend and you're friends? They're complete losers!"

She shrugged.

"Who else would I hang out with Freddy? Okay...Let me inform you. There are the nerds- always reading maths and sciences. There are the Nobodies with no life and no friends. There are the snotty Arts kids, and the ever-so-tough cheerleaders and their athletes and then the bitch group. Now which one would you want to be in?" She had a point. Sort of.

"Oh, and Kurt asked me- uh you to a dance."

"What did you say?" Lola demanded. She loved dances.

"Yes. Unfortunately." She hugged him tightly and even kissed well, him on the cheek.

"Thank you Freddy!"

This stunned him. When is the last time a girl kissed him on her own without him grabbing the girl and making her do it, along with cracking a remark about the kiss of death or sucking face. Since... Loretta. But now he realized it was kind of icky being kissed by his normal body all burned and scary looking.

"Don't do that." He told her but secretly kind of didn't mind it that much. It was just a little peck.. "Unless its on the lips." He smiled evilly. She shuddered. "Kidding."

"I wouldn't kiss myself, Freddy you old Sadist, sorry."

"So ordinarily you would?" He implied.

"NO!" There was a long silence.

"It's really lonely down here Freddy." Tears pricked at her eyes again. Don't cry Lola! She ordered herself. Too embarrassing in front of the King of the bad dreams. "This whole thing is like something out of that Disney movie Friday Freaky or what not." She wailed.

"Don't cry- you make ME look like a fool."

"How have you controlled your killing urges?" She asked curiously, sniveling.

"I ripped up your feather pillow." He replied flatly. There was quiet. "It was either that or your friend Brie."

"Why are you here Freddy?"

"I got sent to the principal's pad and then I fell asleep in Chemistry. It was boring as hell in my days of school and it still hasn't changed!" The principal was known for his infamous random hard ons.

So many questions were bursting in her head! Could he read her mind? She hoped not because she was so nervous he would kill her for asking them- he couldn't kill her NOW. She was invincible in his body, and of course, he needed that body back. But he could kill her when they switched bodies again. If they ever did... But she couldn't help herself.

"Is the girl in that picture," She pointed to the frame. "Was she your real daughter?"

The light flickered from Freddy's eyes. He cast a long look at her. A long angry look. Oopsie.

"Yes." He said icily. "She was a beautiful little child."

"I know." She replied sympathetically. He was so sad yet steaming mad and he didn't even care about looking tough and scary now in her stupid body.

"They thought I was an unfit father and I wasn't god damn it! I wasn't!" He took a deep breath. "I treated her like she was everything to me- and she was. She came first. So did Loretta...Back then killing came second. But then that bitch of a wife Loretta snooped in my stuff, and so I killed her."

"So you killed her because she knew."

"Of course! Do you take me for a fool? She would of told. The idiot didn't even make it look like she hadn't seen it. She came right out of the basement where I was playing with Katherine in the garden- and started ranting." He put on a high voice, which wasn't hard in his situation. " 'I won't tell! Fred I won't tell!' And little Kat witnessed the whole murder...Honestly. Who gives away their cover?" He said a series of dirty words under his breath.

So that's why he had flipped, catching her in his stuff.

"I have no idea why I'm telling YOU this stuff. You've been nothing but trouble for me."

"Please go on Freddy. Please?" She ushered him calmly.

"You nosy..." He trailed off. "Years later I meet up with adult Katherine. A beautiful young lady with raven black hair and big eyes. I thought about her in her little red ribbons! I wanted to teach her the ways of killing. I wanted her to join me! But no. She killed me. Threw knives at me, pinned me to the wall, and then she stuck a stick of dynamite in my stomach and blew me up."

"But dreams can't kill you!" Lola put it,

"It was in the Real World."

"Oh. Oh I see."

"I came back of course. But I didn't think I would at first."

The 1976 horror flick, Carrie came to mind.

"Wow." Lola breathed in shock. Poor Krueger! He actually had a bit of a soft side like all maniac probably does. But his life was one horrifying daytime soap opera. "What daughter could turn against her own Dad?" She wondered out loud.

"Katherine could." He growled. "I didn't want to kill her.. But at the time I almost did. But she is my flesh and blood. She would draw me pictures of the three of us- we were so normal. And happy." He shivered at these words. "I knew it wouldn't last... Okay I told you now get out of my face!"

Lola obeyed. She had pressured him into telling her the whole sob story and now he had. She felt terrible for him. A distressed father.

"I don't want pity. That's not why I told you." He snapped, giving her a smoldering look.

"Then why did you tell me?" He just stared at her, void of emotion. "Is Katherine still alive?"

"Unfortunately." He replied.

Lola had an idea. But first she wanted to get back her own body.