Chapter Thirteen
A Dream Within a Dream
He could not get over the nerve of Lola gawking down his pants. Did he not have any privacy? Oh sure, yes he admitted to gawking at her body (particularly in the shower) but that was okay for him and he didn't admit to thinking her chest was quite scrumptious. Something he might like to rip through with his blades and watch the blood and tissue flow...
He scrubbed himself clean as the hot water of the shower poured down. He ran the shampoo (Herbal Essences) through his hair feeling sickly feminine and not liking that factor at all. He turned the knob off and the water slipped into the drain.
The soap slipped from his hand and he squat down to pick it up- holy nightmare on Elm Street! Lola was getting very beastly legs. He hadn't dared to shave. Gross.
"God damn this." He mumbled. Hopping from the shower he flailed his arms as he tripped over the wet floor and went sprawling.
"F-U-C-K!" He cursed, rubbing at the tender spot on his knee which he had landed on. A bruise would be there no doubt about it, later on.
He snatched her razor and shaving cream from under the sink and plopped down on the toilet.
"This is a bad day!" He snapped as he plunged into the toilet bowl. He had forgotten to put the lid down. "A very bad day."
After setting the lid back down he uncapped the shaving cream aerosol can and shook it hard.
"I cannot believe I'm doing this." Who could believe that Freddy Krueger was hunched over his legs shaving? I should be shaving my handsome, chiseled face not my legs.
He lathered the moist gel shaving cream across Lola's slender legs. Then slowly, biting fiercely at his lip, he brought the razor down gently, making a clear path in the shaving cream. So far so good so far he hadn't-
"OW!" He burst in pain as the razor left a deep, but small incision in his leg. Once again, cursing at his terrible luck (and it wasn't even Friday the thirteenth). But, oh well, he liked blood and cuts. The deeper the better. He ignored the nick and attempted to shave the rest of his leg.
"Not again." He snapped as more blood made a crimson red trail down white shaving gel. But two wasn't so bad for a first try. I'd rather make out with Jason Voorhees then shave...
By the time he had completed the shave, his legs were covered in FirstAid bandages. Looks like he'd be wearing pants all week. And he had wanted to try a new leather mini skirt...Heh...uh just joking.
That night he wasn't looking forward to sleep where he'd have to look at that pantie peeking little whore, but he wasn't going to stay up all night gulping down black coffee and watching low budget black and white B horror movies- time to face the music. Well, he could always pretend that incident had never happened.
He tucked himself into his bed and sighed deeply as he rested against the propped up pillows. The phone blared irritably. He scooped it up.
"What?"
"Dad? Is that you?"
Katherine- or rather Maggie. God, why couldn't she go by her birth name? Her true name...The name her own flesh and blood had christened her. Not a name an uncaring foster parents had given her. They probably hadn't been half as good as a Daddy as he had. Why was she trying to forget Loretta and Freddy?
"Yeah, yeah its me."
"Two days okay. Two days- Saturday night we can work on the switch for sure okay- and you tell Lola that." Maggie told him from the other end of the line. "And remember- I'm doing this for that poor girl's benefit not yours." She continued coldly.
"Aww, cold bitch." His voice dripped with sarcasm. But gleaming with happiness, and hung up the phone feeling better then he had in days, despite the fact that he was still a chick.
What to do? Count sheep- nah, he would count dead children.
One dead child...Two dead children...Three dead- alright that wasn't helping him sleep, he was too overeager for Saturday...If he got his body back he'd be eternally grateful. Well, he'd probably forget about it after a day. But its the thought that counts.
He flicked on the radio next to his bedside and a woman's abnormally perfect voice read a news report.
"And it has been claimed that 'the Freddy Krueger copycat' has been reportedly seen once again, by a thirteen year old boy in his dreams. Police have tried speaking with the boy and are not alarmed. Children have nightmares. The boy states that in the dream the thief was crying and that it is an omen of events to come...The boy's hysterical parents plead with the police that their son is telling the truth. The colossal argument ended up with the boy's father charged with assault after using aggression to a police official...And I'm Diane Dawson, tune in after this song..." The report faded into a '90s pop song and he flicked off the radio.
Lola was always screwing up something. Then grimacing he realized he had forgotten to ask Maggie something during her call- always something unfortunate occurring to him.
He brought the phone to his ear and punched in her home phone number. After three rings the woman picked up. When she answered she was breathing heavily.
"Uh... yeah?" She panted. Freddy's eyes widened. Was she in the middle of a sex session?
"Were you having sex?" He asked bluntly and flatly. He did not want his little girl involved in that kind of business.
"Excuse me?" She hissed. "I was running down the stairs to answer the phone!" She snapped, feeling rather appalled with her...Father.
"Alright," He snarled, "Just calling to ask what time I should bring Lola and I over?"
"Sevenish. See you then..." She paused reluctantly. "Dad." She finished.
Freddy peered around his surroundings. He was in front of the tattered 1428 Elm Street- so beautiful, he thought wistfully. He liked this version of his home much better then the clean, tidy a perfect family lives here look.
He had obviously passed out. So maybe he was sleepy after all.
"1...2 Freddy's coming for you! 3..4 Better Lock your door!" He glanced over at the tiny girls in their old fashioned puffy white dresses.
Sighing, he looked around wondering if Lola was near. He had a bone to pick with that infantile of a 17 year old. Always blubbering.
"5...6 Grab your crucifix..." The girls continued in their creepy child sing-song voices.
"7..8 would you shut the hell up? you're distracting me from my thoughts." Freddy snapped towards the now stunned children. One of their faces screwed up and she burst into tears. The other two comforted her warmly.
Normally, yes he loved their ominous soundtrack for him. The whole effect creeped out his victims even more- but not now, not to him.
"Is...Freddy around?" He asked knowing they wouldn't know who Lola was.
"Freddy's home." One of the children that wasn't crying, retorted.
First Freddy, now Lola...
Lola pulled two SleepAid pills from inside her pocket. She was surprised they were there, as she had forgotten all about them...She had taken them along time ago, back when the body swap first caused this problem, just in case she couldn't sleep which that night she could not...Who would be able to sleep after switching bodies?
She had forgotten all about the pills. Curious, she wondered if they'd have any affect on her in the dream world. It wasn't reality that was for sure...But if Mr. Krueger could murder kids in dreams and they literally die in reality shouldn't minor sleeping pills work?
Perchance, she would sleep until Freddy came to retrieve her and bring her to Maggie. She shoved the small white capsules into her mouth and gulped the bitter tasting pills down.
Lola couldn't believe how sleepy she felt. It was unlike any feeling she'd ever felt. She nearly collapsed on the way into 1428. As scary as the house appeared, she was morbid looking the house seemed almost comforting.
She fell onto a bed long past its days, and fell fast asleep as soon as her head hit the dusty pillow. It was odd... She was having a dream within a dream. But ignoring this thought she dozed.
There he was... Freddy Krueger- but he was in his regular body and she was herself... He walked slowly ever so slowly towards her. She smiled seductively and twirled a strand of brown hair around her finger. It felt good to be normal again.
"Freddy?" She asked with a hint of a smile on her pale face.
"Yeah?" He asked calmly and stepped once again, towards the teenager.
She wrapped her arms around his thin waist. They stared into each other's eyes.It was as if the body swap had never occurred.
"Its not right.." She broke away, biting her lip. "You're a killer I'm just..."
"Just a teenager?" He replied soothingly. "It's alright Lola- since the moment I saw you I felt this frisson, you had me gripped. You had that evil way about you." He smiled a small smile and she blushed awkwardly. "And you killing that child? It really turned me on Lola."
She gently tugged the brim of his tattered fedora.
"I use to loathe you." She whispered and took his hand in hers. He nodded in brief agreement.
"The feeling was mutual." He whispered back. Slowly the two pulled closer to each other and their lips met. Lola gazed into his blue eyes.
"Wow...Kissing such a Sadist is an amazing feeling." He touched her face softly with one of his cold blades. He slowly pulled off her tank top and bra strap with that very same blade.
"WAKE UP!" The real Freddy Krueger had just stood up. The malicious, evil, emotionless, non leftover Freddy roared into her ear. She woke with a start and thank God. It was the most disgusting dream she had ever had and she hated seeing Freddy like that. She liked the angry-at-the-world-and-you're-no-exception Freddy.
"You know how long I've been trying to wake you up?" He hissed between white clenched teeth. "You're a real pain." Wans't the first time he had called her that. She hardly cared.
"Can you please get away from me? I'm feeling a bit revolted." She waved him off. His eyebrow rose in puzzlement.
"Why?"
"Nightmare..." She rubbed her eyes, not wanting to go into further detail, or admit that she hadn't minded that dream. "What is it?" She asked only slightly alarmed. It could be an emergency.
"Well Katherine said she could help us Saturday for sure." He smirked gleefully.
"Great." She spoke quietly, forcing a smile- but this wasn't all good news for her...She almost, enjoyed being Freddy, she didn't want to face the damage she and he had caused in the real world...She didn't want to ever see Kurt again, nor her nosy mother, but I suppose she still dearly loved the woman.
She didn't want to face her father and his stern rules, or the staring people wondering how she felt after the big break up with Kurt.
In Freddy's lonely and macabre world she could be herself. Not have to pretend to enjoy gossiping about people with people like Zoe, and Torrance. Brie herself was pushing the dress code limit. And besides- she had grown a fond liking for the dirty tattered old fedora- the blades had become quite nifty themselves...
"What the hell did you do to my legs?" Lola squeaked, just noticing his bandage covered legs underneath his nightgown- yes nightgown.
"Shaving episode." He tried best to change the topic. "What did your nightmare have to do with me?" He asked curiously.
"And back to the shaving..." Lola trailed off clasping her hands together and nicking her palm in the process.
"Back to the DREAM!" He shouted. She shuddered in the creepy, room of 1428- her parent's bedroom or rather, Freddy and Loretta's old lair.
"Fine, your story for my story?" She coaxed willingly. He nodded, whilst grumbling.
"You needed a shave and I didn't do it properly- I'm notuse to shaving leg hair- I haven't shaved in years." He finally admitted.
"I had a nightmare about the two of us involved in uh..." she cleared the potato sized lump in her throat, trying not to add that it was a rather romantic dream, like something out of a Harlequin romance. "An intimate relationship." He paled three shades.
"Ugh." They both shuddered in unison.