Jason grabbed Freddy's wrist and slammed him to the floor. Freddy
snarled and stabbed at his arm with his blades. Jason looked back at the
girls and motioned with his free hand. Both raced out the door and slammed
into the boys.
"What happened to you?" Jen panted, out of breath.
"Freddy caught me with his blades. Thanks a lot, Jen. This was supposed to be for kicks; not murder your friends!" Chelsea yelled heatedly. "Instead, you call up the deadly duo, Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees!!! What the fuck were you thinking?!"
Jen sighed and the group fled down the hall. They reached the door and filed out, breathless. Chelsea once more counted the group and her eyes teared.
"Where's Dustin, you guys?" She sobbed, choking on her tears.
Jen embraced her in a hug, trying to get her to settle down. It was plain what had happened to Dustin. Crystal tried to comfort her while Jeremy and James looked around.
"There's the road. If we can get to it and head to your place, I think we should be alright." James said, leading them to the road.
Jen helped Chelsea to her feet and, along with James' help, the group made their way down the road. They pounded the asphalt as they raced into town, heading towards the intersection.
"Oh, my God. Stop!" Jeremy shouted and they ran into him.
Chelsea peered over James' shoulder and shrieked. Jen only gawked in silent disbelief. 1428 Elm, Freddy's house, stood before them. They could only look on as the wind began to pick up, causing the house to groan from old age.
"Oh, God, no." Chelsea whispered. What had happened? First they were in Beaver Springs, now they were in Springwood, Elm Street!
Jeremy stepped forward and a well-aimed blow was delivered to his side as Jason stepped out of the shadows. Jeremy's body fell to the ground, lifeless.
"RUN!" Jen screamed, urging her friends to move. They ran into the house as Jason tromped after them, machete raised.
"Oh, God. What have you done, Jen?" Chelsea gasped. The door slammed shut and James pulled on it.
"It's locked. As always."
Crystal jumped as heavy thuds announced Jason's arrival. The teens moved farther in, sticking close. Jen glanced at Chelsea's Freddy attire and began brainstorming. What if they could lure Jason back to Camp Crystal Lake and get Freddy there as well? They'd battle it out all over again.
James bumped a lamp and it fell to the floor, shattering. All four jumped and listened; nothing but silence. Jen sighed and turned to her friend.
"Chelsea, we need to get you outside so you can lure Jason away."
"Are you fucking crazy?! Didn't you see what he did to Jeremy? He'd kill me!!"
"Listen to me. You look just like Freddy. If you can lure Jason back to the camp, we'll try and get Freddy there. They'll fight, just like in the movie...but don't be as stupid as those other girls like Kia!"
Chelsea trembled and fearfully nodded her head. If that's what it took, then so be it. Even if she didn't want to. They carefully made their way to the window, trying to see where Jason had gotten to.
"Jen, do you know anything about Freddy's house? Like, if there's a back door or something?" Chelsea whispered.
"Uh, I've only seen two of the movies. But I think there is. Here, you might need this." Jen whispered back, handing her a bottle of tranquilizer and a small tranq gun.
They could see Jason still pounding on the door, trying to break it open. Jen nudged her and they ran to the back of the house. Fortunately, there was a back door.
"James, Crystal, keep an eye on Jason. Make sure he doesn't come around to the back. Chelsea is going to lure him to Camp Crystal Lake. We need to get Freddy."
Trembling, Chelsea pushed the back door open and crept around the side of the house. She peeked around the corner and quickly glanced at the window. Jen gave her the thumbs-up. Chelsea took a breath and stepped out.
"Hey, asshole! Over here!" She yelled, hoping she sounded like Freddy. Jason slowly turned to look at her and she shuddered. He lowered his machete slightly and started towards her. "Oh, God. Please don't let him kill me." She started backing away as Jason drew nearer and ducked a blow from his weapon. Chelsea turned and fled towards the camp as Jason slowly followed.
"Oh, Jen, hurry!" James whispered as his friend sat down.
"I'm trying okay?! I'm trying to think how they got him in the movie..." Jen yelled.
Crystal bit her lip. This was nothing like a movie. This was for real! She began pacing the room and finally sat down on the couch.
""First, we'll have to find a way to get Freddy to the camp. The second thing is how Chelsea is going to survive this, too. The camp is how many miles away. That is, if we even get there." Jen told James.
"But what about Jason? She's nothing like Freddy! He'll tear through her easily!"
"Just relax! Think positive, ok? I'm worried too, but we can't lose the plan. It's the only option we have left..."
Crystal's eyes began to close, her friend's droning becoming more indistinct.... She opened her eyes and found she was lying on metal. Crystal stood up and gulped. She was in the boiler room. Making her way down the catwalk, she looked around. 'Freddy's here. I know it', she thought. She turned down another ramp and froze. Freddy stood in front of her, blades displayed. He cackled and she turned to run. He was in front of her.
"What's wrong, Crystal? Lost your little partner?" He advanced, closing the gap between her and the wall. Crystal backed up against it and gasped as Freddy flicked his claws. He chuckled and flexed his blades, enjoying the look of horror on her face.
"Somebody wake me up!! Please!!!" She screamed. Freddy merely chuckled again and advanced more.
"Why don't you call in a friend? See if they can help you!" He brought down the claws and they sunk into her chest. Crystal screamed as blood ran down her shirt and the claws swiped her face.
"Oh, my God! Wake her up!! WAKE HER UP!!!" Jen slapped Crystal's face, trying to wake her up. James pulled her away, knowing it was too late.
"It's too late, Jen. She's already dead." James stared at the four slash marks across Crystal's face. They had appeared just like that, signaling their friend had fallen victim to Freddy's blades. Jen cried into his chest and he hugged her. "We need to get to Chelsea. And quick."
Chelsea pounded the pavement as she raced down the lane. She had reached the camp, out of breath, but she'd lost track of Jason. Was he in the shadows, waiting? Or had he already reached the camp before her? She slowed to a stop and looked around, listening intently. Fog began to twine around her ankles and she cried out. Forgetting her job, she raced into the nearest cabin and stood in the middle. If Jason came, he'd either come through a wall, window or door.
She could hear something moving and froze, listening. The door behind her exploded in a shower of debris as Jason smashed his way through. Chelsea ran out the other door and made her way to the councilors' cabin. She ran inside and heard something tap the window. Looking over, she saw Jen and James. They raced through the door and locked it.
"I think Freddy will be here in no time. We need someone he likes to torment to go to sleep and pull him back into the real world. Just like in the movie." Jen breathed, out of breath. Both her and James looked at Chelsea. She looked back at them in horror.
"Hell no. I ain't going in there! No!" Chelsea screamed. How could she, after almost being slaughtered by Jason?
James grabbed her and Jen pulled out an extra bottle of tranq. Chelsea screamed and James held her down as Jen filled the needle a small bit. She bent over her and injected the tranq into her arm. Chelsea's vision fogged and she fell asleep as Jen stood back up.
"Let's just hope she doesn't get killed in the process, James." She said, holding his hand.
Chelsea wandered down the catwalk, biting her lip. She searched the walk, trying to see any figures or any signs of Freddy. Suddenly a screeching filled the air, the sound of metal screeching against the rail. Chelsea backed away and ran down the catwalk, trying to avoid contact with the Nightmare King. She tripped over something and fell, sprawled on the floor. Looking over her shoulder, she gasped.
Freddy stepped out of the shadows, his arms crossed. He peered down at her before swiping his fedora off and bowing to her.
"Greetings to fresh blood, bitch." He drawled, grinning.
Chelsea's anger flared and she stood up. He placed his fedora back on and started scratching his blades against the rail again. She glared at him, willing him to stop. Freddy spread his arms, flicking his blades. 'This is just like before...he wants to toy with me until he's ready to kill me...'
Freddy flicked his blades back and forth and she mimicked him. They exchanged postures and swipes, almost teasingly. Though, she knew too well, the game would only last so long. And so would the tranq. Freddy chuckled and disappeared. This time she was ready and turned, catching him across the shoulder with her own blades. He snarled and took to the ceiling, where she stared up at him hatefully.
"Come now. We can still continue our little game." He said, flicking a talon towards the wall. Chelsea cautiously backed to the wall, eyes never leaving him, and ascended the wall to the ceiling. They stabbed at each other and she leapt back as one blade came dangerously close. Her feet left the ceiling as she did so, but almost immediately landed back on. She turned back to him, realizing he didn't want her hurt yet. They could only do so with the blades. Freddy motioned with his claws and slashed at her. She ducked and caught him across the chest. Freddy flipped to the floor and bent on one knee, his fedora tipped so it obscured his face. He placed his hands over the wound, first left then right, as if in pain
Chelsea flipped down too and approached him cautiously. She drew back, knowing that he could easily grab her into his claws. 'Oh, hell. I'll have to touch him at some point or another.' Chelsea knew the tranq would wear off soon, so she reached out with her free hand.
"...Freddy?"
His hands snatched hers and drug her in close. He laughed at tricking her so easily and she swiped at his neck. They fell to the floor, wrestling, and her watch beeped.
"Time's up, bitch." He snarled, raising his hand.
"Not this time, Freddy!" She screamed and woke up with him on top of her. Jen screamed and James drew back as Freddy looked up at them. They all screamed as Jason smashed through the wall and Chelsea crawled out from under him. Jason looked back and forth at them.
'Oh, no! There's two of us dressed up the same!' She reached up to pull her fedora off, but Jen shook her head. Let Jason or Freddy attack first. She turned back to the killers and backed away slightly as Jason motioned his machete back and forth at them. Freddy snarled and raced at him, his glove raised. The teens leapt out the window and raced down to the dock.
"We need to follow the movie. James, find the fuel hose. Chelsea, get those bastards down here." Jen cried, grabbing the fuel valves. Her friends nodded and raced off.
Jason swung his machete over Freddy's head as he ducked, slamming his blades into Jason's coat. He screamed as Jason punched him in the face, careening him onto a stack of propane tanks. His talon caught the valve of one, slicing it clean off, and the tank flew into the air. Freddy grinned and stood up, making his way around to the back.
He peered out from behind and aimed before slicing the valve off of another, careening it towards Jason. Jason sidestepped it and approached him, just turning slightly to avoid the tanks as Freddy snipped them off. Freddy snarled and tipped another. The tank hit Jason's chest, flinging him twenty feet away. Jason stood up, winded, and stepped over the tank.
"Hey, asshole! Up here!" Freddy shouted down to him.
Jason lifted his head up as Freddy pushed a wheelbarrow down at him. It collided with Jason and slammed him to the ground, whereas Jason threw it off and stood up again, his spine shifting. Freddy sliced a beam of wood, crippling the unfinished cabin. The wood slammed down onto and around Jason as Freddy made his way back to the ground.
James hefted the hoses around his shoulders and raced back to Jen. She hooked them up to the tanks and laid them down. James caught his breath as they looked around, trying to see where Freddy, Jason, and Chelsea had gotten to. They were soon answered as Chelsea came running towards them with Freddy close behind. He fanned his blades and aimed. Chelsea ducked as he swung and his talons became embedded into a rundown cabin wall.
"Fuck you, Freddy!!" All three screamed and screamed again as Jason stepped into view. His coat was torn badly from the debris and he unsheathed his machete. Freddy snarled and pulled his blades free, turning to face him. Jason raised his weapon to match Freddy's and they collided.
Chelsea watched them and felt inspired to join; she feared about the choice. Freddy was trying to draw her into battle with them, using his own power to do so. Her gloved hand twitched and the blades clinked, startling Jen. She had no control of her hand whatsoever as it imitated Freddy's slashes and hits.
Jen smacked her upside the head and the feeling dwindled to nothing. James grabbed them and led them to the tanks. It would soon be time to blow the dock up as soon as they set foot down on it.
"What's wrong with you, Chelsea? You were moving in sync with Freddy whenever he hit Jason." Jen whispered, James listening.
"I don't know what that was. I think Freddy was trying to draw me into battle with them so I'd get killed." She replied.
"Well, don't think about it. Let's just get rid of these guys and get the hell out of here. So far our movie plan has worked." James said.
Freddy leapt back as Jason swung his machete at him, missing by an inch. He kicked his leg up between Jason's legs and hollered in pain. Jason grabbed his leg and threw him back. Freddy leapt to his feet and stabbed at Jason's arms as he twisted around, trying to get a clear shot. Jason grabbed him, flipped him over and sliced Freddy's shoulder open.
Jason raised his machete for another blow and Freddy stabbed his talons into Jason's eyes. The blow went wild and slammed into a beam of wood. Freddy laughed and resumed to stabbing him everywhere the chance was open. Jason abandoned his machete and grabbed him by the arm, wrenching him off his feet. He slammed Freddy into the beam, knocking the weapon loose.
Freddy kicked Jason in the gut, doubling him over, and slammed his claws into his neck. Jason kicked him back, throwing him into the shallow water. Freddy stood up, drenched, and fanned his talons. Jason advanced, machete at the ready. Both swung at the same time and the machete slipped to the ground as Freddy once more sliced into Jason's hand.
Freddy snatched the machete and raised both weapons. Jason tilted his head and Freddy started the attack. He smashed the knives against his stomach, ripping him open. Jason turned and fell to the dock as Freddy sliced and slashed at the back of his legs.
"Give it up! Give-it-up!!" Freddy bellowed, still slashing at Jason. He smashed the machete against his back, also using his talons to rip Jason open.
Jen screamed into James' and Chelsea's ears, "NOW!!" They dropped the match and the fuel lines lit up in flames, trailing back to the tanks. The teens fled their hideout and pounded the pavement as they raced past the cabins, forest, and reached the road. They kept going, hearing the explosion take place.
The shockwave rolled out, throwing everyone forward. They were slammed to the asphalt as the wave bowled them over and passed on. Jen stood up and looked back as the camp was engulfed in flames. She helped her friends to their feet and painfully made their way back to Beaver Springs.
"I can't believe we just did that." James commented, rubbing his neck. They had made it safely back, although something felt wrong.
"I know. But we did get rid of Freddy and Jason. Didn't we?" Chelsea asked. "I mean, they did get blown up."
Jen sat down on the couch, quiet. Jason had returned in the movie, though they had run from the camp. He shouldn't follow them....should he? And Freddy...head chopped off by Lori in the movie, yet still together this time. Chelsea knocked her on the head a few times, knocking her out of her trance.
They sat down and stared at the TV screen. Jen raised the remote to turn on the movie, but thought better of it. It'd be too soon. Chelsea's head began to drop and her head tipped to the side, asleep. James began to nod off too, and Jen soon followed. Soon they were all asleep, the TV still on.
Chelsea, Jen, and James stood up, looking around. They were in a boiler room, the pathway engulfed in red light. Jen huddled against James and Chelsea took off her fedora for a minute. So Freddy hadn't died.
The teens made their way down the catwalk, nervous and alert. More than once the shadows seemed to move, but nothing was there when they took a closer look.
"Oh, God. We fell asleep before we even realized it..." Jen whispered.
James nodded and quickly glanced around the bend. All clear. They made their way past and Chelsea looked down the catwalk as they did so. A shadow seemed to beckon her and she poked Jen's side.
"Jen? Jen, down there." She said, pointing down the walkway. All three looked down, not even noticing the obvious.
"So, thought you could kill me by dragging me into the real world? I think not, bitches."
The teens spun and gasped. Freddy slashed at them as they split up, heading down the different catwalks that had appeared. He grinned, bringing his talons up to shoulder level. Just the game he had waited for.
Jen gasped for air, leaning against a boiler. After running a good distance, she had stopped to catch her breath. Freddy had taken them by surprise, splitting them up and giving him the advantage. She looked about for any signs, then doubled back.
Chelsea fled down the catwalk, not even daring to slow down. She peered back, then decided she could for a second. Three choices and one killer. Not exactly odds she favored. She wouldn't know who he'd be after then. And then the song hit her:
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again!"
"Oh, God, no!" She whispered, looking around. Chelsea fled down the walk again and screeched to a halt. Freddy rounded the corner and raised his hand into a gesture. She screamed and ran, doubling back on her tracks. She could hear Freddy's laughter fade and increased her sprint.
James, after peering back, stopped and decided to double back. If anything, that's what his friends would try to do. He raced back the way he came, noticing the light was becoming brighter and stopped. He could hear faint footsteps....Freddy or the girls?
He peered through the light, trying to get a look and the footsteps stopped. James breathed heavily, though silently. He heard a click and braced himself.
"James? Is that you?" Jen stumbled into view, out of breath. James hugged her and they glanced around. "Where's Chelsea?" As if in answer a scream ran out the room and both eyes widened.
"C;mon!" James shouted, pulling her back down the walkway.
Chelsea backed away, trying not to show fear as Freddy advanced, claws poised. She fanned her own blades, trying to buy some time. If he decided to do away with her now, there'd be nothing to stop him now.
"Uh, uh, Freddy, don't you want to play another game before you kill me?" She said, brandishing her talons. Freddy grinned, displaying his own.
"Sure, why not. I always love a good finish." Freddy drawled, advancing on her. He stopped and flicked his blades side-to-side; she mimicked him. He took to the ceiling again and she followed, biting her lip. Freddy spread his arms, waiting.
She took a false swing, knocking him off guard and struck at his shoulder. He sideswiped her attack and slashed her hand open. She drew back and he flicked a blade. Chelsea fell from the ceiling and landed on her back, groaning.
"Ow...you bitch, Freddy!" She screamed and he dropped down to the walkway.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to tell you I could do that anytime I want?" He said, laughing.
"Fuck you! You play by your rules, I'll play by mine."
"Very well. Although I should warn you: the last game always tends to be a little....messy!"
Chelsea charged him, slamming her talons on empty air. She looked up as he leapt over her and sliced at her back. She darted forward and countered with her blades, sparks flying as they hit. Freddy pulled back and chuckled, flexing his blades. This girl sure put up a good fight, even if she wasn't all that brave.
Freddy took to the ceiling again and smiled. She stared up at him in hatred and brandished her own blades, leaping up to meet him. He slashed at her and caught her cheek, while she sliced back, catching his stomach. Both drew back and stared at the other, daring each other to make the first move.
"Chelsea, where are you! Can you hear me?"
Chelsea glanced down as her friends appeared and that's all Freddy needed. He slashed his blades against her stomach, throwing her to the ground. Her friends drew back as she landed, winded.
"Dude, what're you doing fighting Freddy? We gotta get out of here!" James cried, throwing his hands up.
"We can't escape until we wake up, James. Don't you know that from experience?" Chelsea snarled. She turned back to Freddy, who crossed his arms, a glare in his eyes.
"Who said you could invite help?" He snarled, flicking a talon. Jen and James were flung over the side and down onto a small piece of metal. They stared up at the fight in fear; there was just enough metal for both of them.
"Freddy, let them go! It's me you want, right? I mean, look at what I did to you! Made you fight Jason and shit!" Chelsea screamed up at him. To her surprise he smiled.
"All right. I'll let them go!" He laughed nastily, flicking a claw. The metal tipped, throwing them into the depths below.
Chelsea ran to the edge, watching them fall, before turning back to the Nightmare King.
"What'd you do to them?!"
"I let them go." He said simply, enjoying the look of horror on her face. "They'll merely wake up and you'll be stuck here with me until I'm done with you."
Chelsea turned back to him, her left hand in a fist. She charged him with renewed anger and started slashing at him. He ducked, dodged, and made a few swipes of his own, though he wasn't truly fighting. The girl would tire herself out and he'd finish her off painfully.
Chelsea flipped to the ground and backed away a few feet. She glared up at him, panting. She was on to him: he'd draw back every time she attacked and that would wear her out eventually.
"I know what you're doing, Freddy. It won't work." She snarled, flexing her talons. He grinned down at her, a smirk on his face. Motioning with his talons, he picked her up in the air and threw her over the edge of the railing.
She screamed and grabbed the railing right as she was flung over, just hanging on. Her feet scrabbled at the metal, trying to get back up. Looking up, she saw Freddy in front of her, smirking.
"Aww, what's wrong Chelsea? Need some help getting up?" Freddy drawled, smirking eagerly. He grabbed her wrist in his glove, just keeping the talons from piercing her skin. She glanced down and looked back up as he tightened his grip, grinning. He dug his blades slightly into her hand and she yelped. As long as he had a hold on her, she was at his mercy.
Chelsea pounded on his glove, demanding he let go. He merely grabbed her hand with his other, preventing her from hanging on any longer. Freddy pulled her hand off the railing and held her over the edge. Her feet dangled helplessly as he glared into her eyes, watching her fear grow.
"Die, you little bitch." He said, releasing her grip.
She screamed as she fell, boilers and pipes flying by as she fell. Chelsea grabbed at one and held on, trying to ignore the new pain her arm received from grabbing during the freefall.
"Damn, his grip is good."
Chelsea clambered onto the metal and slid herself onto the catwalk, trembling. She peered over the edge, trying to see if there was any end to where she might've landed. Cursing the Dream Master, she tried to regain her composure.
Freddy would have to be nearby if she'd survived; he always was. Trying to be a quiet a possible, she made her way down the catwalk, freezing at every movement. Would Freddy know she survived the fall? Or did he think she'd been killed?
Making her way down the catwalk, she saw a shadow on the wall. Trying not to scream, she turned back and let out her restrained scream. Freddy flashed his blades and snarled in displeasure.
"Well, well, well. Looks like the princess didn't die after all. But we can change that, can't we?" Freddy snarled, his gray eyes glinting. Chelsea cringed in front of him; so this is how it would end. She'd die at the hands, or claws, of Freddy Krueger himself, the supposedly fake serial killer.
"You know, Freddy, we, uh, still haven't finished our game." She said, backing away.
She could see him thinking it over, although she dreaded his decision. If he chose to end the game now, she'd either wake up in time or die.
"I think you're right. Only this time...." He said, conjuring up a large cage around them. "I think I'll make it a Cage Fight." Freddy smirked at her and she looked around for a way out. He had the advantage this round.
"Uh, ok, I guess." Chelsea replied, still looking around. "But no cheating!" She turned to glare at him, whereas he simply tilted his head.
"Very well, bitch. No cheating. And just to show you how fair I am, I'll let you wear that glove...since you're out of other options." He said, chuckling.
Chelsea gasped as he tipped his fedora, winked, and vanished. Looking around, she found nothing. Suddenly she was flung against the bars and dragged to the ceiling. There she was dropped and landed on her back. Chelsea winced and moaned, winded from her fall. Then she realized that Freddy had gone invisible.
She stood up and swiped at the air, coming up short on nothing. Oh, God, how she hated ever challenging him again. She felt something prick her side and slashed there, receiving a snarl from Freddy. He appeared once more and glared at her; she had ripped his stomach open.
Freddy clinked his blades and made a false swipe, driving her back. Chelsea prepared herself and bared her talons, trying to fend him off. He was driving her into the corner, where she wouldn't have much room to defend herself. Freddy slashed at her and she ducked, stabbing his waist with her own.
Finally, she realized, she wasn't going to get out of this alive. Freddy was preventing her from waking up, so she'd be forced to die where he wanted her to. He'd have the pleasure of getting rid of her, then killing her friends....
"What happened to you?" Jen panted, out of breath.
"Freddy caught me with his blades. Thanks a lot, Jen. This was supposed to be for kicks; not murder your friends!" Chelsea yelled heatedly. "Instead, you call up the deadly duo, Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees!!! What the fuck were you thinking?!"
Jen sighed and the group fled down the hall. They reached the door and filed out, breathless. Chelsea once more counted the group and her eyes teared.
"Where's Dustin, you guys?" She sobbed, choking on her tears.
Jen embraced her in a hug, trying to get her to settle down. It was plain what had happened to Dustin. Crystal tried to comfort her while Jeremy and James looked around.
"There's the road. If we can get to it and head to your place, I think we should be alright." James said, leading them to the road.
Jen helped Chelsea to her feet and, along with James' help, the group made their way down the road. They pounded the asphalt as they raced into town, heading towards the intersection.
"Oh, my God. Stop!" Jeremy shouted and they ran into him.
Chelsea peered over James' shoulder and shrieked. Jen only gawked in silent disbelief. 1428 Elm, Freddy's house, stood before them. They could only look on as the wind began to pick up, causing the house to groan from old age.
"Oh, God, no." Chelsea whispered. What had happened? First they were in Beaver Springs, now they were in Springwood, Elm Street!
Jeremy stepped forward and a well-aimed blow was delivered to his side as Jason stepped out of the shadows. Jeremy's body fell to the ground, lifeless.
"RUN!" Jen screamed, urging her friends to move. They ran into the house as Jason tromped after them, machete raised.
"Oh, God. What have you done, Jen?" Chelsea gasped. The door slammed shut and James pulled on it.
"It's locked. As always."
Crystal jumped as heavy thuds announced Jason's arrival. The teens moved farther in, sticking close. Jen glanced at Chelsea's Freddy attire and began brainstorming. What if they could lure Jason back to Camp Crystal Lake and get Freddy there as well? They'd battle it out all over again.
James bumped a lamp and it fell to the floor, shattering. All four jumped and listened; nothing but silence. Jen sighed and turned to her friend.
"Chelsea, we need to get you outside so you can lure Jason away."
"Are you fucking crazy?! Didn't you see what he did to Jeremy? He'd kill me!!"
"Listen to me. You look just like Freddy. If you can lure Jason back to the camp, we'll try and get Freddy there. They'll fight, just like in the movie...but don't be as stupid as those other girls like Kia!"
Chelsea trembled and fearfully nodded her head. If that's what it took, then so be it. Even if she didn't want to. They carefully made their way to the window, trying to see where Jason had gotten to.
"Jen, do you know anything about Freddy's house? Like, if there's a back door or something?" Chelsea whispered.
"Uh, I've only seen two of the movies. But I think there is. Here, you might need this." Jen whispered back, handing her a bottle of tranquilizer and a small tranq gun.
They could see Jason still pounding on the door, trying to break it open. Jen nudged her and they ran to the back of the house. Fortunately, there was a back door.
"James, Crystal, keep an eye on Jason. Make sure he doesn't come around to the back. Chelsea is going to lure him to Camp Crystal Lake. We need to get Freddy."
Trembling, Chelsea pushed the back door open and crept around the side of the house. She peeked around the corner and quickly glanced at the window. Jen gave her the thumbs-up. Chelsea took a breath and stepped out.
"Hey, asshole! Over here!" She yelled, hoping she sounded like Freddy. Jason slowly turned to look at her and she shuddered. He lowered his machete slightly and started towards her. "Oh, God. Please don't let him kill me." She started backing away as Jason drew nearer and ducked a blow from his weapon. Chelsea turned and fled towards the camp as Jason slowly followed.
"Oh, Jen, hurry!" James whispered as his friend sat down.
"I'm trying okay?! I'm trying to think how they got him in the movie..." Jen yelled.
Crystal bit her lip. This was nothing like a movie. This was for real! She began pacing the room and finally sat down on the couch.
""First, we'll have to find a way to get Freddy to the camp. The second thing is how Chelsea is going to survive this, too. The camp is how many miles away. That is, if we even get there." Jen told James.
"But what about Jason? She's nothing like Freddy! He'll tear through her easily!"
"Just relax! Think positive, ok? I'm worried too, but we can't lose the plan. It's the only option we have left..."
Crystal's eyes began to close, her friend's droning becoming more indistinct.... She opened her eyes and found she was lying on metal. Crystal stood up and gulped. She was in the boiler room. Making her way down the catwalk, she looked around. 'Freddy's here. I know it', she thought. She turned down another ramp and froze. Freddy stood in front of her, blades displayed. He cackled and she turned to run. He was in front of her.
"What's wrong, Crystal? Lost your little partner?" He advanced, closing the gap between her and the wall. Crystal backed up against it and gasped as Freddy flicked his claws. He chuckled and flexed his blades, enjoying the look of horror on her face.
"Somebody wake me up!! Please!!!" She screamed. Freddy merely chuckled again and advanced more.
"Why don't you call in a friend? See if they can help you!" He brought down the claws and they sunk into her chest. Crystal screamed as blood ran down her shirt and the claws swiped her face.
"Oh, my God! Wake her up!! WAKE HER UP!!!" Jen slapped Crystal's face, trying to wake her up. James pulled her away, knowing it was too late.
"It's too late, Jen. She's already dead." James stared at the four slash marks across Crystal's face. They had appeared just like that, signaling their friend had fallen victim to Freddy's blades. Jen cried into his chest and he hugged her. "We need to get to Chelsea. And quick."
Chelsea pounded the pavement as she raced down the lane. She had reached the camp, out of breath, but she'd lost track of Jason. Was he in the shadows, waiting? Or had he already reached the camp before her? She slowed to a stop and looked around, listening intently. Fog began to twine around her ankles and she cried out. Forgetting her job, she raced into the nearest cabin and stood in the middle. If Jason came, he'd either come through a wall, window or door.
She could hear something moving and froze, listening. The door behind her exploded in a shower of debris as Jason smashed his way through. Chelsea ran out the other door and made her way to the councilors' cabin. She ran inside and heard something tap the window. Looking over, she saw Jen and James. They raced through the door and locked it.
"I think Freddy will be here in no time. We need someone he likes to torment to go to sleep and pull him back into the real world. Just like in the movie." Jen breathed, out of breath. Both her and James looked at Chelsea. She looked back at them in horror.
"Hell no. I ain't going in there! No!" Chelsea screamed. How could she, after almost being slaughtered by Jason?
James grabbed her and Jen pulled out an extra bottle of tranq. Chelsea screamed and James held her down as Jen filled the needle a small bit. She bent over her and injected the tranq into her arm. Chelsea's vision fogged and she fell asleep as Jen stood back up.
"Let's just hope she doesn't get killed in the process, James." She said, holding his hand.
Chelsea wandered down the catwalk, biting her lip. She searched the walk, trying to see any figures or any signs of Freddy. Suddenly a screeching filled the air, the sound of metal screeching against the rail. Chelsea backed away and ran down the catwalk, trying to avoid contact with the Nightmare King. She tripped over something and fell, sprawled on the floor. Looking over her shoulder, she gasped.
Freddy stepped out of the shadows, his arms crossed. He peered down at her before swiping his fedora off and bowing to her.
"Greetings to fresh blood, bitch." He drawled, grinning.
Chelsea's anger flared and she stood up. He placed his fedora back on and started scratching his blades against the rail again. She glared at him, willing him to stop. Freddy spread his arms, flicking his blades. 'This is just like before...he wants to toy with me until he's ready to kill me...'
Freddy flicked his blades back and forth and she mimicked him. They exchanged postures and swipes, almost teasingly. Though, she knew too well, the game would only last so long. And so would the tranq. Freddy chuckled and disappeared. This time she was ready and turned, catching him across the shoulder with her own blades. He snarled and took to the ceiling, where she stared up at him hatefully.
"Come now. We can still continue our little game." He said, flicking a talon towards the wall. Chelsea cautiously backed to the wall, eyes never leaving him, and ascended the wall to the ceiling. They stabbed at each other and she leapt back as one blade came dangerously close. Her feet left the ceiling as she did so, but almost immediately landed back on. She turned back to him, realizing he didn't want her hurt yet. They could only do so with the blades. Freddy motioned with his claws and slashed at her. She ducked and caught him across the chest. Freddy flipped to the floor and bent on one knee, his fedora tipped so it obscured his face. He placed his hands over the wound, first left then right, as if in pain
Chelsea flipped down too and approached him cautiously. She drew back, knowing that he could easily grab her into his claws. 'Oh, hell. I'll have to touch him at some point or another.' Chelsea knew the tranq would wear off soon, so she reached out with her free hand.
"...Freddy?"
His hands snatched hers and drug her in close. He laughed at tricking her so easily and she swiped at his neck. They fell to the floor, wrestling, and her watch beeped.
"Time's up, bitch." He snarled, raising his hand.
"Not this time, Freddy!" She screamed and woke up with him on top of her. Jen screamed and James drew back as Freddy looked up at them. They all screamed as Jason smashed through the wall and Chelsea crawled out from under him. Jason looked back and forth at them.
'Oh, no! There's two of us dressed up the same!' She reached up to pull her fedora off, but Jen shook her head. Let Jason or Freddy attack first. She turned back to the killers and backed away slightly as Jason motioned his machete back and forth at them. Freddy snarled and raced at him, his glove raised. The teens leapt out the window and raced down to the dock.
"We need to follow the movie. James, find the fuel hose. Chelsea, get those bastards down here." Jen cried, grabbing the fuel valves. Her friends nodded and raced off.
Jason swung his machete over Freddy's head as he ducked, slamming his blades into Jason's coat. He screamed as Jason punched him in the face, careening him onto a stack of propane tanks. His talon caught the valve of one, slicing it clean off, and the tank flew into the air. Freddy grinned and stood up, making his way around to the back.
He peered out from behind and aimed before slicing the valve off of another, careening it towards Jason. Jason sidestepped it and approached him, just turning slightly to avoid the tanks as Freddy snipped them off. Freddy snarled and tipped another. The tank hit Jason's chest, flinging him twenty feet away. Jason stood up, winded, and stepped over the tank.
"Hey, asshole! Up here!" Freddy shouted down to him.
Jason lifted his head up as Freddy pushed a wheelbarrow down at him. It collided with Jason and slammed him to the ground, whereas Jason threw it off and stood up again, his spine shifting. Freddy sliced a beam of wood, crippling the unfinished cabin. The wood slammed down onto and around Jason as Freddy made his way back to the ground.
James hefted the hoses around his shoulders and raced back to Jen. She hooked them up to the tanks and laid them down. James caught his breath as they looked around, trying to see where Freddy, Jason, and Chelsea had gotten to. They were soon answered as Chelsea came running towards them with Freddy close behind. He fanned his blades and aimed. Chelsea ducked as he swung and his talons became embedded into a rundown cabin wall.
"Fuck you, Freddy!!" All three screamed and screamed again as Jason stepped into view. His coat was torn badly from the debris and he unsheathed his machete. Freddy snarled and pulled his blades free, turning to face him. Jason raised his weapon to match Freddy's and they collided.
Chelsea watched them and felt inspired to join; she feared about the choice. Freddy was trying to draw her into battle with them, using his own power to do so. Her gloved hand twitched and the blades clinked, startling Jen. She had no control of her hand whatsoever as it imitated Freddy's slashes and hits.
Jen smacked her upside the head and the feeling dwindled to nothing. James grabbed them and led them to the tanks. It would soon be time to blow the dock up as soon as they set foot down on it.
"What's wrong with you, Chelsea? You were moving in sync with Freddy whenever he hit Jason." Jen whispered, James listening.
"I don't know what that was. I think Freddy was trying to draw me into battle with them so I'd get killed." She replied.
"Well, don't think about it. Let's just get rid of these guys and get the hell out of here. So far our movie plan has worked." James said.
Freddy leapt back as Jason swung his machete at him, missing by an inch. He kicked his leg up between Jason's legs and hollered in pain. Jason grabbed his leg and threw him back. Freddy leapt to his feet and stabbed at Jason's arms as he twisted around, trying to get a clear shot. Jason grabbed him, flipped him over and sliced Freddy's shoulder open.
Jason raised his machete for another blow and Freddy stabbed his talons into Jason's eyes. The blow went wild and slammed into a beam of wood. Freddy laughed and resumed to stabbing him everywhere the chance was open. Jason abandoned his machete and grabbed him by the arm, wrenching him off his feet. He slammed Freddy into the beam, knocking the weapon loose.
Freddy kicked Jason in the gut, doubling him over, and slammed his claws into his neck. Jason kicked him back, throwing him into the shallow water. Freddy stood up, drenched, and fanned his talons. Jason advanced, machete at the ready. Both swung at the same time and the machete slipped to the ground as Freddy once more sliced into Jason's hand.
Freddy snatched the machete and raised both weapons. Jason tilted his head and Freddy started the attack. He smashed the knives against his stomach, ripping him open. Jason turned and fell to the dock as Freddy sliced and slashed at the back of his legs.
"Give it up! Give-it-up!!" Freddy bellowed, still slashing at Jason. He smashed the machete against his back, also using his talons to rip Jason open.
Jen screamed into James' and Chelsea's ears, "NOW!!" They dropped the match and the fuel lines lit up in flames, trailing back to the tanks. The teens fled their hideout and pounded the pavement as they raced past the cabins, forest, and reached the road. They kept going, hearing the explosion take place.
The shockwave rolled out, throwing everyone forward. They were slammed to the asphalt as the wave bowled them over and passed on. Jen stood up and looked back as the camp was engulfed in flames. She helped her friends to their feet and painfully made their way back to Beaver Springs.
"I can't believe we just did that." James commented, rubbing his neck. They had made it safely back, although something felt wrong.
"I know. But we did get rid of Freddy and Jason. Didn't we?" Chelsea asked. "I mean, they did get blown up."
Jen sat down on the couch, quiet. Jason had returned in the movie, though they had run from the camp. He shouldn't follow them....should he? And Freddy...head chopped off by Lori in the movie, yet still together this time. Chelsea knocked her on the head a few times, knocking her out of her trance.
They sat down and stared at the TV screen. Jen raised the remote to turn on the movie, but thought better of it. It'd be too soon. Chelsea's head began to drop and her head tipped to the side, asleep. James began to nod off too, and Jen soon followed. Soon they were all asleep, the TV still on.
Chelsea, Jen, and James stood up, looking around. They were in a boiler room, the pathway engulfed in red light. Jen huddled against James and Chelsea took off her fedora for a minute. So Freddy hadn't died.
The teens made their way down the catwalk, nervous and alert. More than once the shadows seemed to move, but nothing was there when they took a closer look.
"Oh, God. We fell asleep before we even realized it..." Jen whispered.
James nodded and quickly glanced around the bend. All clear. They made their way past and Chelsea looked down the catwalk as they did so. A shadow seemed to beckon her and she poked Jen's side.
"Jen? Jen, down there." She said, pointing down the walkway. All three looked down, not even noticing the obvious.
"So, thought you could kill me by dragging me into the real world? I think not, bitches."
The teens spun and gasped. Freddy slashed at them as they split up, heading down the different catwalks that had appeared. He grinned, bringing his talons up to shoulder level. Just the game he had waited for.
Jen gasped for air, leaning against a boiler. After running a good distance, she had stopped to catch her breath. Freddy had taken them by surprise, splitting them up and giving him the advantage. She looked about for any signs, then doubled back.
Chelsea fled down the catwalk, not even daring to slow down. She peered back, then decided she could for a second. Three choices and one killer. Not exactly odds she favored. She wouldn't know who he'd be after then. And then the song hit her:
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again!"
"Oh, God, no!" She whispered, looking around. Chelsea fled down the walk again and screeched to a halt. Freddy rounded the corner and raised his hand into a gesture. She screamed and ran, doubling back on her tracks. She could hear Freddy's laughter fade and increased her sprint.
James, after peering back, stopped and decided to double back. If anything, that's what his friends would try to do. He raced back the way he came, noticing the light was becoming brighter and stopped. He could hear faint footsteps....Freddy or the girls?
He peered through the light, trying to get a look and the footsteps stopped. James breathed heavily, though silently. He heard a click and braced himself.
"James? Is that you?" Jen stumbled into view, out of breath. James hugged her and they glanced around. "Where's Chelsea?" As if in answer a scream ran out the room and both eyes widened.
"C;mon!" James shouted, pulling her back down the walkway.
Chelsea backed away, trying not to show fear as Freddy advanced, claws poised. She fanned her own blades, trying to buy some time. If he decided to do away with her now, there'd be nothing to stop him now.
"Uh, uh, Freddy, don't you want to play another game before you kill me?" She said, brandishing her talons. Freddy grinned, displaying his own.
"Sure, why not. I always love a good finish." Freddy drawled, advancing on her. He stopped and flicked his blades side-to-side; she mimicked him. He took to the ceiling again and she followed, biting her lip. Freddy spread his arms, waiting.
She took a false swing, knocking him off guard and struck at his shoulder. He sideswiped her attack and slashed her hand open. She drew back and he flicked a blade. Chelsea fell from the ceiling and landed on her back, groaning.
"Ow...you bitch, Freddy!" She screamed and he dropped down to the walkway.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to tell you I could do that anytime I want?" He said, laughing.
"Fuck you! You play by your rules, I'll play by mine."
"Very well. Although I should warn you: the last game always tends to be a little....messy!"
Chelsea charged him, slamming her talons on empty air. She looked up as he leapt over her and sliced at her back. She darted forward and countered with her blades, sparks flying as they hit. Freddy pulled back and chuckled, flexing his blades. This girl sure put up a good fight, even if she wasn't all that brave.
Freddy took to the ceiling again and smiled. She stared up at him in hatred and brandished her own blades, leaping up to meet him. He slashed at her and caught her cheek, while she sliced back, catching his stomach. Both drew back and stared at the other, daring each other to make the first move.
"Chelsea, where are you! Can you hear me?"
Chelsea glanced down as her friends appeared and that's all Freddy needed. He slashed his blades against her stomach, throwing her to the ground. Her friends drew back as she landed, winded.
"Dude, what're you doing fighting Freddy? We gotta get out of here!" James cried, throwing his hands up.
"We can't escape until we wake up, James. Don't you know that from experience?" Chelsea snarled. She turned back to Freddy, who crossed his arms, a glare in his eyes.
"Who said you could invite help?" He snarled, flicking a talon. Jen and James were flung over the side and down onto a small piece of metal. They stared up at the fight in fear; there was just enough metal for both of them.
"Freddy, let them go! It's me you want, right? I mean, look at what I did to you! Made you fight Jason and shit!" Chelsea screamed up at him. To her surprise he smiled.
"All right. I'll let them go!" He laughed nastily, flicking a claw. The metal tipped, throwing them into the depths below.
Chelsea ran to the edge, watching them fall, before turning back to the Nightmare King.
"What'd you do to them?!"
"I let them go." He said simply, enjoying the look of horror on her face. "They'll merely wake up and you'll be stuck here with me until I'm done with you."
Chelsea turned back to him, her left hand in a fist. She charged him with renewed anger and started slashing at him. He ducked, dodged, and made a few swipes of his own, though he wasn't truly fighting. The girl would tire herself out and he'd finish her off painfully.
Chelsea flipped to the ground and backed away a few feet. She glared up at him, panting. She was on to him: he'd draw back every time she attacked and that would wear her out eventually.
"I know what you're doing, Freddy. It won't work." She snarled, flexing her talons. He grinned down at her, a smirk on his face. Motioning with his talons, he picked her up in the air and threw her over the edge of the railing.
She screamed and grabbed the railing right as she was flung over, just hanging on. Her feet scrabbled at the metal, trying to get back up. Looking up, she saw Freddy in front of her, smirking.
"Aww, what's wrong Chelsea? Need some help getting up?" Freddy drawled, smirking eagerly. He grabbed her wrist in his glove, just keeping the talons from piercing her skin. She glanced down and looked back up as he tightened his grip, grinning. He dug his blades slightly into her hand and she yelped. As long as he had a hold on her, she was at his mercy.
Chelsea pounded on his glove, demanding he let go. He merely grabbed her hand with his other, preventing her from hanging on any longer. Freddy pulled her hand off the railing and held her over the edge. Her feet dangled helplessly as he glared into her eyes, watching her fear grow.
"Die, you little bitch." He said, releasing her grip.
She screamed as she fell, boilers and pipes flying by as she fell. Chelsea grabbed at one and held on, trying to ignore the new pain her arm received from grabbing during the freefall.
"Damn, his grip is good."
Chelsea clambered onto the metal and slid herself onto the catwalk, trembling. She peered over the edge, trying to see if there was any end to where she might've landed. Cursing the Dream Master, she tried to regain her composure.
Freddy would have to be nearby if she'd survived; he always was. Trying to be a quiet a possible, she made her way down the catwalk, freezing at every movement. Would Freddy know she survived the fall? Or did he think she'd been killed?
Making her way down the catwalk, she saw a shadow on the wall. Trying not to scream, she turned back and let out her restrained scream. Freddy flashed his blades and snarled in displeasure.
"Well, well, well. Looks like the princess didn't die after all. But we can change that, can't we?" Freddy snarled, his gray eyes glinting. Chelsea cringed in front of him; so this is how it would end. She'd die at the hands, or claws, of Freddy Krueger himself, the supposedly fake serial killer.
"You know, Freddy, we, uh, still haven't finished our game." She said, backing away.
She could see him thinking it over, although she dreaded his decision. If he chose to end the game now, she'd either wake up in time or die.
"I think you're right. Only this time...." He said, conjuring up a large cage around them. "I think I'll make it a Cage Fight." Freddy smirked at her and she looked around for a way out. He had the advantage this round.
"Uh, ok, I guess." Chelsea replied, still looking around. "But no cheating!" She turned to glare at him, whereas he simply tilted his head.
"Very well, bitch. No cheating. And just to show you how fair I am, I'll let you wear that glove...since you're out of other options." He said, chuckling.
Chelsea gasped as he tipped his fedora, winked, and vanished. Looking around, she found nothing. Suddenly she was flung against the bars and dragged to the ceiling. There she was dropped and landed on her back. Chelsea winced and moaned, winded from her fall. Then she realized that Freddy had gone invisible.
She stood up and swiped at the air, coming up short on nothing. Oh, God, how she hated ever challenging him again. She felt something prick her side and slashed there, receiving a snarl from Freddy. He appeared once more and glared at her; she had ripped his stomach open.
Freddy clinked his blades and made a false swipe, driving her back. Chelsea prepared herself and bared her talons, trying to fend him off. He was driving her into the corner, where she wouldn't have much room to defend herself. Freddy slashed at her and she ducked, stabbing his waist with her own.
Finally, she realized, she wasn't going to get out of this alive. Freddy was preventing her from waking up, so she'd be forced to die where he wanted her to. He'd have the pleasure of getting rid of her, then killing her friends....