Author's Note
Warnings of mild references to violence

Chapter Five

First Degree Murder

"Hey baby I decided to drop by." Kurt grinned sheepishly, standing with his head cocked and leaning against the door frame of 1428 Elm Street. Freddy gaped at the pig. "And it's Tuesday...you said that your parents would be out."

"I did?" He snarled.

"Yeah... last week." He reminded him. Curse Lola and her big mouth!

"So may I come in?" No. No you may not jerk off. But Freddy had a wild idea. He nodded with a sick grin.

"Come in Kurt sweetie. We'll make ourselves, comfy." Kurt followed Freddy into the living room. He slumped down on the couch.

"Now take off your clothes Lola." Haw haw. Very funny Kurt. Will it be so funny when I rip you apart, limb by limb?

"Kidding with you!" He added at the angry look on Freddy's face. "Let's cuddle at the least." Kurt asked with a wide eyed puppy dog expression. Pathetic. He was all over Lola.

"Alright Kurt." Freddy said his thoughts running quickly. He was very quick when it came to this stuff. He was always planning ahead. He had good plans too. Like taking over a boy's mind.. A baby, using that lousy clod Jason Voorhees to awaken the children's senses to him... Plus, he was very good at possessing people.

Freddy reluctantly sat down next to Kurt and leaned against his tall, muscled body and Kurt wrapped his arm around Freddy protectively. Sick kids-I'm not the one who needs protection Kurty boy. Its you.

Kurt puckered his lips and planted a wet one on Freddy's lips. Good- this only provoked his rage more. He slipped a hand behind him and snatched the knife waiting behind his cousin.

"Oh Kurt." Freddy sighed going along with the act. "You make want to..." He rose up his right arm. Action! "KILL YOU!" He lunged. Kurt let out a wild scream.

"LOLA!" He leaped off the couch as though Freddy had a disease that was contagious. Like the plague.

Freddy rose to his feet too.

"You know I'm not who you think I am..." Freddy laughed cruelly. "I'm Freddy Krueger not Lola."

Kurt took a step back, and went for a trip over the leg of the coffee table and landed with a thud on the ground, his head bouncing off the table. He was obviously unconscious. Oh come ON! He didn't want to kill someone unconscious- where was the fun in that? This attempt was hopeless. Restlessly, he plopped down on the couch behind him and set down the knife he'd been grasping.

When Kurt awoke, a large bump had grazed his forehead and he was confused and dazed. His vision blurry, he turned his hazy eyes on who he thought was his girlfriend.

"W-what happened?"

Freddy thought."You were having quite a bad dream- you were thrashing around. Then you fell off the couch. I would of helped, but I was taking a little doze myself." To seem convincing, he robotically rubbed an eye.

Kurt groaned.

"It seemed so real Lola- I think it was a Freddy Krueger dream- but he had taken the form of...of you and he tried to slash me up!" Kurt rubbed at his throbbing bump.

"Hmmm." Freddy rubbed his chin in thought, slipping the blade back behind the cushion. "Do you think Freddy Krueger is ...scary?"

"Oh god Lola. He's just as terrifying as everyone says!" Kurt went into a full rant. Ah, now this was what he liked to hear-how scary he was.

Meanwhile, Lola felt humiliated by the whole "Bootylicious" incident. Freddy would be furious at her. and would probably murder her as soon as they switched back bodies- she knew that for a fact, she knew Freddy better then she wanted. But how would he ever find out if she had anything to do with it, if she decided not to tell him... And she had something she wanted to do for the poor angry thing. It was her fault she had gotten them into this mess so she would do this for him AND reverse this doomed spell. But first things first...

The phone rang. Freddy ignored it. It rang again. He ignored it. It rang again. Grumbling, he scooped it up.

"Hello?" He grunted. It continued to ring- right in his eardrum. How did you work these stupid new contraptions? He randomly pressed a few buttons. Finally, he hit the TALK button.

"What?" He snapped.

"Lola is that you? It's Torrance." The pretty black girl that Lola was friend's with, the one with the nice taut caboose-

No. I'm actually Freddy frigging Krueger!

"Yeah its me." He muttered. He was always grumpy here.

"Great... I couldn't get a hold of you at school so I decided to call... Guess what?"

"What?"

"I had a Freddy dream during class."

His ears perked up.

"You did?" He asked excitedly. "What was it like?"

"Well at first it was hilarious!" She laughed at the mere memory.

"What?" He asked speechlessly.

"Yeah... The Krueger guy was wearing a boy's hoody...and I was listening to my Walkman and so in the dream I had a boom box."

"Go on." He ushered her. His temper flaring.

"And then he started dancing with me! Like shaking his booty around to my song!" She roared with laughter.

"WHAT?" He roared. He could practically see her wince at his volume.

"Yeah... And then he started chasing after me and tried to murder me- that was scary- but I screamed and so my teacher woke me up."

What was Lola god damned doing to him? He almost wailed. The girl was a plain nuisance! He should self mutilate her body just to get back at her.

"But Freddy is a pretty cool guy don't you think?"

It was silent on her end.

"No." She finished. "He was a murderer and still is. What's so cool about that?"

"Why the hell am I here?" An eight year old boy snapped looking around the boiler room's surroundings. Lola watched him from the darkness. Lola stepped out dramatically.

"Because you're dreaming little child." She spoke soothingly.

"Well I want to go home! I want to wake up."

"Well you aren't...yet." She told him calmly.

"God, you're ugly. My pet rat's butt is cuter." He retorted. That made her mad. She hated looking like this and didn't need reminding from some kid.

"Well you know what? I don't really care." She snapped.

He walked towards her and stomped hard on her lace up boots.

"Leave me alone!" The boy snarled. Eight years old and he had a mouth!

"That's it!" She roared racing after the screaming boy. He was slow, urnning as fast as his stout legs could carry him.

Then she brought her body to a halt and couldn't believe what she had nearly done, he continued along his path, darting glances over his shoulder until he was far out of sight.

The thoughts streamed through Lola's head like a mantra. She was in a deep trance. Wait until Freddy found out what she had almost done! He'd be pleased, but she wasn't. She couldn't live with this guilty thought.

"Lola?" A voice asked. It was Freddy. It must be night time if he was here. She whirled around tears in her eyes.

"What?" She snapped icily, not in the mood for his cracks.

"What the hell is with you? If I were in that great body I'd be in a good mood all the time." He replied.

"Well..." She shrugged. "I had my thoughts about... some kid."

Finally...he slowly started applauding. "Excellent! Before you'll know it your nightmare will be a reality and you'll keep up my good rep. After you mutilated it!" He roared. She was so not in the mood for dealing with this. "I heard about your dancing episode. What are you trying to do to me?" He yelled in pure anguish.

"Oh...about that. Sorry-but it was my friend Torrance and I..."

He glared at her.

"Don't worry FK." She mused. "I'm figuring out a game plan- and you can too." FK? He called her FK!

"Well I'm stumped for ideas-you got us into this you get us the hell OUT!"

Lola walked towards him, towering over him. "Watch it "Lola"." She snapped. Freddy balled his fists up. How dare she! Well at least she had made him look good...

"I almost killed your stupid boyfriend." He told her,smiling viciously.

"You what?" She demanded. "I know he's a complete bozo at times but-"

"At times? Try twenty four hours, seven days a week!" Freddy gulped...the dance was coming up real soon and he was still in her body.