Authors Note
I give credit where it is needed, to livingdeadgirl (Nightmare Ring), for an idea she gave to me.

Chapter Six

The School Dance

Lola bit her lip. What was the good of Internet access if she couldn't find anything useful to her and Krueger? Wait there it was! Bingo. Thank you There was her top search result.

The website she had accessed was a dark one about witchcraft and incantations and other dark magics. Before, Lola totally didn't believe in witches and the occult, but after this whole body swap- she believed that even pigs could fly.

Thankfully after two hours of arguing (Freddy yelling) he had brought her out to the real world to use the computer. Their argument had gone something like this:

"Please take me out!"

"No."

"Why not."

"Because I said so."

"And you get to make all the rules?"

"Am I not older..."

"Yeah but-"

"And smarter."

"Freddy..."

"And am I not a KILLER?"

And that had been repeated basically the entire two hours. But she had won (Who was the one with the glove) so here she was. Logged onto her PC.

In frustration, Lola pulled off the glove and set it down beside the mouse. So hard to use on a keyboard.

To Lola's dismay,the website featured raising the dead, but they had nothing about body swaps- because it just wasn't meant to happen. She closed the browser window and sighed.

"How do you work this thing?" Freddy asked from his perch in front of the television.

Lola pushed her chair back and came to his aid. He was attempting to play a DVD.

"Like this! What movie do you want? Hmm about Strangeland- that was a pretty good movie." She suggested. He shrugged and she popped the disc in the player for him.

Then Lola set up the video for him, and started to brainstorm.

Freddy had powers didn't he? He could disappear and reappear wherever he pleased in the dream world. . Travel from place to place. Summon things up... Enter people's mind...He could do anything the child feared. God knows what else he was capable of.

"You have powers right?" She asked slowly. Freddy was engrossed in the movie (mmmm torture). "Krueger?" She snapped.

"No..." He lied tearing his eyes from the TV.

"Yeah you do liar. I witnessed you use some." She pointed out.

"No...No I don't" He avoided her eyes. Bad liar.

So If Freddy had powers, but the dream demons were confused so they thought FREDDY was Freddy even though he was inhabiting in HER real body as confusing as it worked...Did that mean she had these powers in the dream world? Awesome; yet another positive aspect of being Freddy!

"That guy looks just like a younger version of me." Freddy pointed to the screen, looking fazed and slightly disgruntled. She grinned broadly from ear to ear.

"Yeah he does. Maybe he's your long lost twin." She laughed then her smile faded. "Its Friday night right?"

"Yeah." He mumbled.

"The dance! Tonight is Halloween!" She paled. "Oh god!" He turned his eyes back on her.

"I'm not going."

"Please-everyone expects me to be there!"

He shook his head firmly. Stubborn demon.

"No absolute way. I've sacrificed enough for you and you don't deserve it- I should kill you as soon as I get the chance!" His eyes widened and he grabbed his abdomen and moaned.

"It hurts."

"Period cramps." She admitted sheepishly. She always got them bad, she almost felt sorry for him.

"Well I hate it and I hate you too and I'm not going to the dance!"

She nodded."You ARE." Then she patted his head. Well her own head but it counted as his. "I know they suck but you've been burned and stabbed and god knows what else- I'm sure you can handle some minor cramps."

"Minor?" He roared.

"Try child birth!" She laughed. He recalled Loretta giving birth to Katherine and all her screams.

"Ugh." He moaned again.

"Get up Krueger, you've got a dance to go to and I have my costume all ready in the closet."

"You expect me to wear this?" He snapped. She held up the white dress for him.

"Yes I'm suppose to be Samara from The Ring. It's a good costume don't you think? Now just flip your hair over... Yeah just like that. Now I'll powder up your face for you. Samara is a particularly pale little girl..."

Freddy Krueger putting makeup on a girl. From the outside someone would of done a double take, and then curled up in a ball laughing to death. When she was done he was swearing a mile a minute.

"I hate this. It itches my face. How long is the dance?"

"Until 11:00- go and have fun Freddy- or at least pretend too! And don't worry about the menstrual cramps they'll subside." She reassured him. She had said 'menstrual' just to embarrass him. "And don't even try to escape because Kurt is coming." The doorbell pierced the air. Speak of the devil, Kurt.

"Now have fun." She said quietly feeling sad all over again that she was missing out on such a major event. He grit his teeth. "And remember, if you skip it or give me grief, I'll embarrass your image or even worse-lose your glove on purpose."

She watched him leave with Kurt and softly sighed. She couldn't believe everyone was carrying on with their lives after she had killed that boy. It was all over the media.

The dance was in full swing. Bodies grinding against each other to the pulsating music, a party song from the 1980s "Touch me (All Night Long)" by an artist called Fonda Rae. Vampires, witches, devils so many girls and boys dressed up. He hated it.

"Awesome costume!" Zoe squealed and hugged him. "Samara!" He had long forgotten to hang his hair down, he wasn't being any other killer then himself.

"Whatever." He mumbled.

Strobe lights flashed this way and that nearly blinding him. He couldn't tolerate this for much longer. All the dancing bodies was turning him on-seeing all these victims in one room.

Kurt grabbed his hand-dressed up as a gangster with his pinstriped suit and fedora.

"Let's boogie baby!" He slurred- He was drunk already, by the way he clumsily danced around.

Freddy yanked his arm away and looked around for something to preoccupy himself with. A large cluster of people were forming, and the boys in the middle were shouting and standing at a scrawny boy. He made his way to see what the commotion was about.

The boy was dressed as him! Red and green sweater and dirty fedora... An imitation of his finger knife glove. They were beating the teenager up because of who he was dressed as. A child murderer.

"Leave him!" He snarled. Ordinarily, Freddy would have loved to slice him up himself, but this kid was spreading the fear- the name of Fred Krueger. The drunk crowd ignored him. The well known Lola Cep didn't threaten them.

"Alright now break it up!" Mr. Paquette the arrogant vice principal split up the flock of guys and girls ganging up on the Freddy wannabe. It was just a rebellious kid always in detention, like Freddy had been as a teenager himself. But when he saw what the boy was dressed as, he whitened drastically.

"Freddy...Freddy Krueger? Do you think this costume is appropriate for school or anywhere?" He hissed. "Get out of here. OUT! NOW!" He pointed to the boy, then to the door. The injured boy stumbled and fell onto Freddy. The authority wasn't even getting him to a hospital or the police, and he looked bad.

"Its alright." Freddy awkwardly mumbled gruffly to the boy. "I like your costume." The boy nodded. His lip was bleeding everywhere and a bruised purple black eye was swelling.

After the commotion had died down Freddy walked over to the refreshments and got himself some punch. It tasted like piss and so he tossed it into the trash can when he saw a lanky, thin boy dressed as a pirate was making his way over to Freddy. The boy wore enormous glasses, with a black eye patch over one. This was obviously one of the stereotyped math nerds Lola had mentioned. Freddy pretended not to notice him.

"Hey." The boy said casually, but nervously. Surprisingly, his voice was low and husky. Freddy turned narrow eyes on him.

"What?" Freddy asked him having a slight this boy had the hots for Lola.

"How are you Lola?" He asked in what he thought was a sexy way.

A mellow slow song drifted carefully from the speakers. Freddy paled and swallowed the potato sized lump in his throat. It was an eighties love song. 'True' by Spandau Ballet. The boy grabbed him and slid his arms cosily around Freddy's waist.

"I LOVE this song." The boy murmured, his face speckled with acne. Freddy struggled to get away- for a scrawny boy he had an iron grip, and Lola's body type did not.

"Let go." He grunted. The boy held on tighter.

"I really like you..." He told Freddy.

"Well the feeling isn't mutual." He snapped. All around him, couples had formed and were slowly rocking back and forth to the music.

I know this, much is true.

Kurt was laughing and joking around with his buddies by the refreshment tables, pointing at the girl's behinds that were see through (That ones wearing a thong!)

Freddy did not want to dance and especially not with this clown.

"Happy Halloween Lola." The boy told him kissed him on the cheek. Freddy still struggled against the boy's firm grip around his waist. He only pulled him closer.

"Oh Lola I'm so happy here in your arms."

Well I'm not for crying out loud you asshole. Calm down Krueger, you ain't losing your glove. It was hopeless. Lola was a weakling. He went stiff and rigid so it was as if the boy was dancing with the janitor's broom. He rocked stiffly back and forth. Why was this song so long?

"Yes." Lola murmured... She hit the print button on the word document and it printed quickly. She had located Katherine, or rather Maggie Burroughs and here was the map to her town and state- there after it would be easy to locate her.

She would convince Katherine to give her dad another chance. She was only mildly worried that Freddy would freak out at her for trying to hook father and daughter up for a another little family reunion. Hmm, she wondered how the dance was going.

Her phone rang and she wondered whether or not to pick it up. She chose to.

"Hello?" she asked in her gruff voice.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" It was Freddy and he sounded pissed. Beyond pissed, he sounded infuriated.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Some stupid nerd is chasing me all over the place and I had to slow dance with the fucker!"

She stifled a laugh. "Oh. You must be talking about Arnold Huntington the third."

"Whoever he is he's a pain in my ass and I've got cramps again!"

"Well there is nothing I can do about those Freddy. Would you like me to rub your back for you?" She said sarcastically and burst out laughing. Freddy growled and slammed the phone down. The dial tone met her ears. She laughed out loud richly.

Touch Me All Night Long By Fonda Rae © 1990 Polydor Ltd (From A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge)
True by Spandau Ballet © Spandau Ballet