Chapter Nine
Wanted!
There were two things that Lola hadn't done after the body swap had occurred.
1. Quizzed Freddy to make sure he knew what to say to friends, parents and classmates. Obviously this was important, because not to long ago Freddy had gotten himself suspended for three days because of threatening the class.
2. She hadn't stashed away her love letters from Kurt- her top secret memories in which only she had access too She had to keep it from Freddy's prying eyes. And now it was much too late because he had found them.
"I might be in your body, but I didn't say I'd be doing your homework for you bitch." Freddy said with a twist of a smile and dumped the pile of textbooks and binders on Lola's lap. She groaned.
"The learning might do you good." She rubbed at her tired eyes. The only thing she feared about returning to her body, was the fact that it open the gates for Freddy to murder her.
"The only thing I need to learn, is how I'm going to kill you when I'm back to my self." Lola rolled her eyes. And how many times had she heard this lame remark? Too many times. It wasn't scaring her nor making her laugh.
She pulled open her agenda and checked through the homework assignments that Freddy had given her. In his sloppy unruly hardly readable writing he had written the work. He had probably only wrote it down because the teachers gave you a hard time if you didn't.
"Will you grab me my ballpoint pen? It's in my desk drawer." She ordered him. Grumbling about how much he hated bossy brats who ordered him around, he yanked open the drawer...She drummed out "Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These" by The Eurythmics on her binder.
"Ah now what are these?" She glanced over to where Krueger was clutching a stack full of papers.
"Oh nothing... just uh, old homework assignments." She lied.
"And you kept them?" He scoffed not believing her one bit.
"Hand them over retard." Lola's panic was rising.
"For that remark I think I will take a good look at these... 'To my sexy Lola.. You put the shizzle to my nizzle'? What the hell does that mean?" He cracked up. "Is he going to mention how you look in your transparent black thong?" He laughed insanely. Teenagers were so fun to torment.
"Give it here!" Lola pleaded desperately snatching for the papers. "How do you know about that little...?"
"Your G-String? Oh I was snooping through your dresser." He pointed casually to the messy unorganized dresser where bra straps and shirt sleeves hung out from the drawer. She brightened an unnatural red color.
He held the papers above his head so she couldn't grab for them.
"Freddy please! Have you no respect for my privacy-"
"And you have respect for MINE?" He roared with a iniquitous sneer. She didn't, but immediately wished she'd never come across his cursed and ludicrous "murder log" and this wouldn't be happening... Or would it?
"I swear I'll make your life miserable Krueger if you don't hand over the letters." Lola felt tears of humiliation burn her eyes. Why was this happening! Wasn't this burden of a switch enough to punish her? Okay so she stolen her best friend's boyfriend in the fifth grade but she had been ten! And this is what she got? Freddy Krueger reading her love letters aloud?
"'Dear Lola I can't contain myself... When I found out I was the first man you lost your virginity to, I swelled with a feeing like- like I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you'!" Freddy howled with laughter.
"FREDDY KRUEGER!" Lola screamed at the top of her lungs. He stopped in mid giggle and the papers fluttered from his grasp. She tore the vividly shining blades across his arm. He gasped in response. She was practically inflicting scars on her own body!
"Why the hell did you do that for bitch?" He hissed rubbing at the wound. Blood tickled from the four tiny incisions searing with pain.
"I...I'm sorry I lost my temper. It's just those are private and... special." She bit her lip reluctantly. Was Freddy's skin making her...Violent?
"And I'm not special enough to read them?" Freddy cocked his head and pouted in sarcastically .
"Fluff off Krueger." She mumbled. "You're giving me a splitting headache." She buried her face in her textbooks when the phone interrupted each of their thoughts. Lola answered it on instinct.
"Hello Cep residence?"
"Hello Mr.Cep its Brie... Is Lola there?" Lola shivered. It felt so odd to be called Mr. Cep. Sighing longingly she passed over the phone to Krueger.
"Be polite!" She mouthed to Freddy, who grumbled and took the phone.
"What the fuck do you want?...." He covered the receiver with his palm. "They think I'm going to go to the movies with them- see The Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He massaged the stinging laceration Lola had granted him upon his own blades.
"Go!" She whispered enthusiastically. "Have some fun!" In other words she meant, get out of my hair, or "fedora". "Steal the limelight away from Zoe!" She added. The little over enthusiastic twit always made sure she was in the limelight.
"Pick me up or whatever." He spoke motionlessly into the phone. After hanging up Lola was pretty miffed. She picked up the love letters and stuck them in an English anthology for school so they were out of his reach.
"Get ready Freddy." She chuckled at the unintended rhyme. She chose him a simple white skirt and red top. He began to pull off his jeans.
"In the bathroom!" She groaned and he took off for the bathroom. It was still so humiliating to think of Freddy looking at her nude body, changing, in the shower...
Lola switched on her David Bowie CD and let the music drown out her thoughts as she got to work on her homework. Minutes later the doorbell penetrated through the air like a knife. It was torture thinking of Freddy having fun with her friends- oh how she missed them.
"Bye." He stuck his head in the doorway and left. She heard the door close downstairs behind him and the phone rang once again.
"Hello?" She said glumly. Another night alone in her room. Doing homework.
"Hi...Mr.Cep?"
"No its Lola. May I ask whose speaking?"
Maggie Burroughs."
"Oh right. Nice meeting you" Lola blushed, as Maggie probably knew it was her fault Freddy had flew across the country for her aid. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine...But I'm afraid we'll have to move the reverse until the weekend." She was silent, afraid Lola would jump down her throat. She sounded exactly like her father.
"What?" Lola demanded feeing bile rising up her throat. She was going to vomit. "I can't stand it any longer! The stress is making me violent Maggie! Why not tomorrow night like planned?" Lola whined.
"Please Lola, I apologize but I'm entirely booked up this week- appointments with youth clients and my wedding anniversary Wednesday!" She explained.
Lola understood- maybe.
"Alright see you Friday?" She asked desperately.
"Saturday- I promise to you.. and my asshole father." Maggie hung up.
Getting up, Lola set the phone down.
"AH!" She shrieked as she tripped over a pile of dirty laundry and went flying. All 160 pounds of her landed with a thud on the floor. Freddy's fedora catapulted through the air.
"Fuck!" She cursed with rage, setting the hat down on her head.
She couldn't wait much longer! Maybe they should just try without Maggie's help. She was an intelligent woman and Lola wasn't quite sure how a hysterical seventeen year old and a killing nightmare stalker would figure this out alone but it was worth a try wasn't it?
"Lola?" There was a light knock at the bedroom door. "Lola are you in there? I thought you went out with Brie and the girls?" Her mother asked- damn! Maybe if she kept quiet-
"What the hell is going on in here?" Her mother pushed open the door. "Lo-" Her shrill screamed pierced the air. She stumbled back against the door frame gasping for breath. Don't have a heart attack woman!
"Oh my god!" She wailed. "Who are you? Where is my child?" She screamed again.
"Stop!" Lola shouted over her mom's noise. "Stop please!"
"I'm calling the police!" She sobbed. That's when she saw the blades on the strange looking man's right hand. "NO! Please- have mercy on me!" She turned and fled from the house.
"Crap!" She darted to her window, which long ago had been an entrance for a boy across the street to sneak into his girlfriend's room after hours. She pulled open the shade and peered out into the dark street- Elm Street. There was nothing to be afraid of- she was the enemy now. The rose trellis had been cut down a long time ago.
Taking a deep breath she climbed out of the window. The black trousers she was wearing snagged against a nail sticking from the window frame. Pulling it loose, knowing she was risking her legs she held onto the fedora and leaped off the roof.
"1, 2 Freddy's coming for you...3, 4 better lock your door." She sang under her breath. Where to go? Where to run?
The girl's were seriously hyperventilating watching the movie as the fictional murderer Leatherface roared his chainsaw in warning. Leatherface was such an amateur- all those slasher flick characters were. They wanted tips? They could go to Freddy so he could duel them until their end- then again they weren't real. He was.
"Oh my god!" Zoe shrieked loudest amongst the other screams in the theater. Freddy sat calmly, with his hands folded neatly in his lap. Brie clutched at the sleeve of his red sweater.
"Aren't you scared?" She whispered. Glancing at her, apparently she was not. Well he, really, but she didn't know that.
Freddy lagged behind the chattering girls, who spoke about how scared they were, each not caring about each other's horror story of what they thought about the movie, only their own when suddenly a figure in red and green grabbed and pulled him aside. Lola.
"What?' He demanded. "Are you doing here-you want to get caught?" He hissed glancing at the girls.
"I already did!" she said meekly. "You should of heard the sirens everywhere. At least six cop cars arrived at the scene. My mom walked in on me because I made noise- She thought I was a robber." She explained in a rush of one breath.
Freddy swore.
"Perfect. Just fucking perfect you little pissworm!" He hissed, thinking of what to do next... There really was nothing- he'd just have to wait and find out what would occur next.
He saw how far ahead the pack of girls were and jogged slowly to catch up with them. Sighing, Lola turned and fled into the night so no innocent shopper wouldn't have a heart attack.
"You poor child!" An old woman cooed behind him. Lola whirled around stunned at the soft old creaky voice.
"What?" She asked. The old woman grabbed her hand. The non bladed hand.
"Your face? what happened to your face?" Under the brim of the fedora, Lola inspected this old white haired woman. Her hair was long and straight. She was old. Extremely old. Must be a hippie type with the long hair, especially not being prejudiced to her for the way she looked...
"A fire." She mumbled trying to pull away before someone else saw her.
"Oh you poor thing. I'm so sorry you must of been traumatized!" Didn't the woman know who she was? Recognize her as Freddy Krueger? The infamous? "Who are you?" The old woman questioned, her faded blue eyes narrowing in the dim light.
"Freddy Krueger!" She whispered in reply, pulled from the woman's weak clutch on her hand and disappeared into the night.
First the WANTED posters, then the newspaper ads, now the news report. It was big. All this havoc caused by one silly teenage girl.
In anger, Freddy had put Lola back in the lonely and rather depressing DreamScape. This was in a way good... After these kids saw the reports and got his haunting image in their heads they'd dream of him. Their fragile minds waiting for him to scar them for life. Emotionally and physically.
Shadow, Lola's black cat bounded onto his lap and he pushed the affectionate animal away.
"Hi and thank you for tuning it to CKCO news and I'm Diane Dawson reporting live from Elm Street right in front of the infamous home of Freddy Krueger with Violet Cep the new homeowner. Only three nights ago, Lola walked into her 17 year old daughter's bedroom to find a strange man covered in mishaps from a fire. Violet tell us again what the man looked like." Diane flashed a wide white toothed smile at the camera. Like she cared about anything that happened to someone lower then her on the food chain.
"He was awful. Scarred with burns so grave...I don't know what happened to him but it must of been something harsh. H-he was in my daughter Lola's room- and now I'm scared for her life!" Violet Cep sobbed. Lola's mum.
"It is suspected that this man may be involved in the murder of a young boy eight year old boy, name disclosed, killed only weeks ago. He wears a dirty snap brim fedora, a red and green striped sweater and his body is terribly burned. On his right hand he wears a glove tipped with four sharp blades. If you see this man please call the number at the bottom of your screen. He is armed and presumed dangerous."
This hunt was hilarious! They'd never catch him while he was in the dream world. They had really no idea who they were dealing with.
The shot changed to a young man in about his early twenties. Just a passer-by.
"I think we're dealing with Freddy Krueger...I mean it sounds just like him- my little brother use to have Freddy nightmares until he started taking Hypnocil." He was gleeful that they were showing this on live TV. Spreading the fear- the name of Fred Krueger. Freddy had affected so many lives. And the stupid drug Hypnocil took away his victims- his children. Their souls.
"Or possibly a smart ass impostor." The boy concluded.
It switched to a middle aged woman.
"I just know I'm putting a strict curfew with my teenage son. This man sounds nutty."
On the WANTED posters, they displayed a photo of what Mrs. Cep had described him to look like. It wasn't a bad picture considering it was made digitally on the computer. It was all rather hilarious. Even funnier then reading Lola's comical love letters from Kurt.