Freddy advanced slowly, drawing tension between the two. Chelsea glared
back at that hateful, burnt face of his, wishing that once, just once, he
would die and stay down. Freddy carefully brought a talon down along her
arm, just cutting it. He was enjoying this, obviously, as she just sat
there in fear.
"Think you're so smart, huh, bitch?" He said, smirking as her chest rose rapidly.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Freddy? To destroy me right now and take my life like you did to all those other girls?" She snarled, ignoring the pain in her arm.
"Oh, I'm enjoying this, bitch. For every reason there's a consequence. You've just happened to meet yours."
He traced another talon along her face, watching her eyes as they followed it. They were so full of fear, yes, but there was something else, something...different.
"I bet you're dying to rip me open. Well, newsflash to Mr. Krueger: I'll wake up in five...four...three...two.... -"
Chelsea grinned as she disappeared and Freddy stared at the empty spot. Then he realized he was no longer there, too....
"Chelsea, you there? Answer me!" Jen slapped her friends face, waking her up. "Oh, thank God. We thought we had lost you!"
James sighed in relief and fell to the floor laughing. After all these encounters and they'd still survived!
"I think Freddy got a little pissed I left before he could finish me." Chelsea said, grinning. "And I thought he would've killed me before I woke up. So much for that."
Jen grinned back and snatched her fedora. She threw it to James.
"Hey! Give it back!"
They finally ended their game of "Snatch-The-Freddy-Hat" after half an hour and collapsed on the couch. Jen turned on the TV and they watched the movie that was on, Urban Legend. After an hour of yelling at the girl being chased, they eventually succumbed to the silence. Jen glanced at her friends.
One thing was for sure: they couldn't go to sleep. Freddy would kill them as soon as they entered the Dream World.
"Hey you guys. What should we do so we won't fall asleep?" James grunted, moving to sit on the floor.
"Hmm, I dunno. How 'bout we play a game of Freddy VS. Jason VS. Michael?" Jen asked, staring at the blank screen.
Chelsea and James looked at each other.
"I'm Freddy!"
"I'm Michael!"
Jen smiled and sighed.
"Okay, I'll be Jason."
After dressing into the appropriate attires, the teens turned to each other, daring each other to start. Jen raised her plastic machete, Chelsea raised her talons, and James raised his butcher knife. They tackled each other at the same time and that resulted in them clunking heads together. They landed on the floor, wincing.
"Ow." They all moaned.
They rested a while, then resumed their game of "Serial Killer Tag." After two hours, they ended the game. Jen turned out to be victor and "stabbed" her machete into Chelsea's chest.
"Ha HA! Take that, Freddy Krueger!" Jen shouted, laughing.
James slowly sat up in Michael's way and burst out laughing.
"No fair! You got that super human strength! And you're tougher than the both of us combined!"
Chelsea grinned, flicking her blades playfully.
"Yeah, James should be Jason from now on!"
Jen stuck her tongue out at them. What sore losers! She laughed out loud at the thought, amused.
"Why? Just so Freddy and Michael; can beat Jason? Never!" She shouted, laughing. She took off the Jason mask and threw it at Chelsea, hitting her in the face. As the mask slid away, Jen quirked an eyebrow as her friend's wide eyes. She looked at James; his too was open in horror. Fearing the worst Jen slowly turned around.
The teens screamed and fled the room as Freddy slashed his talons into the couch, wrenching them loose and giving chase.
"Get back here, you bitches!" He bellowed, gaining on them.
"Oh, my God! Run faster!!" Chelsea screamed, urging her friends on.
Jen led her friends into another hallway and they soon lost Freddy in the maze of halls. They leaned against the walls, catching their breath.
"I...I thought we lost him in the Dream World?" Jen panted, leaning against the wall for support.
"I guess not. He must've grabbed Chelsea just before she woke up." James retorted.
Chelsea kept an eye out as James stood back up.
"I'm going to go call the police. If he comes, you'll know it because I'll scream like a little girl." He said, a grin spreading over his face.
The girls grinned back; it was sheer luck they'd survived this long. They watched as James raced away then turned back to each other.
"So how do we stop him?"
"I dunno. We tried the explosion, torching him, tried to beat the shit out of him, and nothing worked."
Chelsea gasped as Freddy screeched around the corner, but burst out laughing as he went sliding out of view on the loose carpet. Jen snorted with laughter and they took off down the hall. They weaved throughout the halls, trying to shake him.
"You bitches will die first! Then your little friend goes!" Freddy bellowed, slowly gaining on them.
"Aw, shit. Give it a break Freddy! Go to hell!" Jen screamed back at him.
"Fuck you, Freddy! Give it a rest!" Chelsea chimed in.
They could hear him snarl at their comments, increasing their speed. If he caught them, there'd only be one thing left to do: scream till the very end. Jen glanced back and screamed; Freddy was close enough to grab them now!
"Run, run, run!!!" Jen shouted, urging her friend on. They tore down the hall and slammed through a door, trying to hold it shut as Freddy smashed into it. The door opened wide enough for him to reach through and claw at them. Chelsea screamed and put her weight harder on the door, refusing to let him in. She looked around quickly and her eyes widened.
"Jen? Jen!" She screamed, looking over.
Her friend looked back and gasped. There were no more doors to run through! She turned back to the door as Freddy slammed into it again.
"Oh, God. I don't think we can hold him!" She shouted.
Chelsea picked up a hammer from the floor and slammed it onto the glove. The hand withdrew and they slammed the door shut, locking it. Jen sighed and leaned against, ignoring the bangs on the wood.
"What do we do now? There's only one window and no more doors. And to top it off, we're on the second story!"
"I dunno. I think we're gonna have to jump."
"How 'bout I choose for you, girls? Let me in and I'll show you!" The banging resumed once more.
Backing up to the wall both girls looked at each other. Jump or be slaughtered by those blades. They'd jump any day. Jen grabbed her friend's hand and they jumped out the window screaming. They landed in a bush and crawled out.
"Well, that was unexpected." Jen said, pulling a leaf out of her mouth.
Upstairs, they could hear the door smash open and looked up. Freddy was glaring down at them, flexing those powerful blades of his. They took one look at each other and bolted. A thump on the grass told them that Freddy was not far behind.
Chelsea glanced back, screamed, and got an extra ounce of speed as Freddy slashed at her. Jen followed and they ran down the road. They could hear his boots slamming the pavement after them and Chelsea screamed as she tripped over her friend's foot. Jen glanced back and kept on running.
Freddy's shadow loomed over her as she got to her feet. She turned to face him, out of breath and face red. He crossed his arms and smirked at her fear. She couldn't have run even if she wanted to.
"Aw," he cooed. "What's wrong? Lost your head start?" He drawled, the smirk widening.
Chelsea stared into his merciless eyes, trembling under their gaze. He'd finally get the chance to kill her. She was unarmed, helpless, and totally at his mercy. He uncrossed his arms and gently traced her neck with a talon, frowning slightly. He read her fear plainly, yes, but there was that other thing he'd sensed earlier...
"Of course I'm afraid of you. Freddy. You can read that plainly. But you probably don't even know how you'll get back to the Dream World." She spat heatedly. Her whole body was trembling.
He peered down at her, wondering her remark. How would he get back? He'd only be able to do it by...He sneered at the thought and snapped back to reality. Freddy was taken aback; his prey was already running, how far ahead!
"Jen! Jen, where are you!?" She sobbed.
Chelsea hid behind a tree and leaned against it. Them being together was the only thing that had saved them. Now it seemed they wouldn't see each other again. Something grabbed her and she began to scream, but a hand clapped over her mouth. Jen put a finger to her lips and pulled her away. A minute later Freddy ran into view.
"Just stay quiet and follow me." Jen whispered in her ear.
Being as quiet as possible, they slunk away deeper into the forest. What they didn't know was that they were being followed.
"Look, I know its Halloween, but this isn't a prank! Freddy Krueger really is after us! I swear!" James shouted into the phone. How could they not believe him?!
He slammed the phone down after three painful minutes and sat down. How could this have happened? His friends were at the mercy of Freddy Krueger, who wasn't even supposed to be real! James stood back up and raced down the hall to the backdoor. He sprinted out to the road, trying to find his friends.
Jen led her friend to a rundown house and dragged her inside. They made their way upstairs and froze; it sounded like the front door had opened. Chelsea panted from the long run and peered out the window. Jen shut the door and locked it, just in case. They watched through the window, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time till they had to face Freddy again. They were just delaying their deaths for some time.
Chelsea slowed her breathing and listened; she thought she had heard a stair creak. Maybe it was just her nerves, jumpy from the encounters. But then again they were in an old house. She turned back to the window and Jen motioned her to be quiet. The stairs were creaking, as if someone was coming up.
"Oh, God..." Chelsea whispered, her voice wavering. Freddy had found them! She looked around, trying to find another way out. There was the window....but nothing else! Jen moaned softly and picked up a book. Just large enough to break the window. She slammed it into the glass and the window shattered. Chelsea leaned against the door as Jen measured the distance. It would be risky, but it'd be their only hope. The door was banged and they heard the screeches of the blades sliding against the wood.
"Go, go, go!" Jen screamed, both running for the window. The door crashed open behind them and they jumped. Jen started to fall, but Chelsea felt something grab her foot. She screamed as she was flipped upside down from the jerk and closed her eyes, expecting to crash. Jen stared up at her in fear as she was dragged screaming back through.
Jen growled and ran through the front door, heading back upstairs. She passed them, not even noticing the two pressed into the corner. As she reached the room, she heard the stairs creaking. Jen raced back to the stairs and watched as Freddy dragged her friend out the door. Leaping down two at a time she quickly followed and slammed into the door as Freddy closed it.
"Man, that's getting old!" She said, rubbing her nose. She flung the door open and gasped. Freddy had disappeared without a trace! And to make matters worse, he had her best friend in his clutches!
(A/N: Jen always runs into a door a least once a day at school, for some of you wondered about it getting old.)
James pounded the road as he raced down. He was about to slow his pace when he slammed into something. Both fell to the ground and he looked over. Freddy snarled and rubbed his head, still holding his clawed hand over Chelsea's throat. She merely mouthed, "Help me!" and Freddy took off again. James gave chase and he saw Jen hurtling towards them. Freddy glanced back at them, smirked, and stopped. They slowed to a stop and glared at him, unsure.
"My, wouldn't it be dreadful for something to happen to her?" He drew a talon across her throat, leaving a thin line of blood. "It'd be awful if something happened to her, now would it?"
Jen clenched her fists angrily as she watched her friend struggle against his iron grip. How she HATED these kinds of predicaments! James tensed beside her and Freddy smirked.
"Let her go, Freddy. Unless you want us to get Jason back here again." She snarled back at him.
Of course they were just empty threats, but at this moment, it seemed like a good idea.
Freddy drew another line across her throat and tightened his grip. Chelsea was gasping for air now, and time was running out.
"It would only take one little flick of my finger to kill her. Then you two would be next." He said, frowning slightly as the squirming girl elbowed him in the ribs. He gently wrapped his free hand around her arms, pinning them to her sides.
Jen bit her lip. They were quickly running out of time; Freddy would kill her soon! James suddenly threw himself forward, surprising all three. He slammed into Freddy, knocked Chelsea from his grip, but felt something enter his back. He could feel blood trickling down his spine; Freddy had embedded his talons into his spine.
Freddy smirked and drove them in and the bloody tips protruded from James' chest. The girls closed their eyes in terror and sickness as Freddy laughed. They could almost hear the blades scraping the bone! James uttered a soft, "Ow." and fell to the ground, lifeless. Freddy turned back to them and they fled.
"What do we do? Freddy'll catch us and that'll be the end!" Chelsea panted, being the quicker of the two.
"I don't know! He can still enter our dreams AND attack us in the real world!" Jen yelled back.
They raced into a graveyard, stopped, and quickly went around it. A shadow loomed over the graves as they passed an intersection and quickened their pace. Slamming the door open, they raced inside Jen's house and locked the door. Jen pulled out a map of her house, (there were too many halls to get lost in) and pointed to a hall.
"Here. This room leads to a secret room. The door is near invisible 'cause it's built into the wall paint." She rolled up the map and they fled down the hall just in time.
Freddy slammed the door open, panting slightly, and peered down the halls. There were so many choices. He wandered down one, opening every door. Nothing but junk, toys, furniture, and the occasional rat. He growled; what idiot would have this many rooms in their house?
Jen led her friend to the room and quietly opened it. It was indeed camouflaged into the wall; only if you looked closely you could find it. They raced inside and closed the door quietly. No need to present themselves to the Nightmare King. Chelsea leaned against the door, grinning. There was a window to escape out just in case. She was about to say something, but Jen placed a finger to her lips.
The sound of screeching metal across the walls filled their ears as Freddy passed, annoying them to no end. The sound faded, but signaled to be quiet. He might be outside, listening. Being as quietly as possible, they opened the window and climbed out. They quietly shut it and took off around the side of the house.
"How do we get Freddy back to the Dream World?" Chelsea asked. Jen's gaze told her; it was not a look she liked. "No. I'm not doing it. You can this time."
"Oh....fine, you baby!" Jen pulled out the tranq gun and filled it. She gave the rest to Chelsea and they stopped running. Jen inhaled, then, "OH, FRE-DDY!!" The door slammed open and he stepped out, flexing his blades.
She fired and the tranq was slammed into his body. He slumped to the ground, out cold. Jen grabbed Freddy, turned to Chelsea and nodded. Chelsea pricked her skin with the needle and injected the small dose of tranq. She fell asleep beside Freddy and Chelsea bit her lip.
Jen wandered down a catwalk, glancing about. Freddy would come soon. She heard a laugh and began backing away. The dose would wear off very soon. She needn't worry. Freddy landed in front of her, blades fanned, and attacked. She grinned and waved as she disappeared. He clawed the air and shouted in rage as she left the Dream World.
"It worked!" She cried, waking up. Chelsea hugged her and they made their way down the street. Jen glanced at her and they sighed in unison. It was a bittersweet victory. They ran down the street, playfully chasing each other.
Freddy sat on the edge of the catwalk, pondering over the experience. That one girl, Chelsea, was different from the other girls he'd killed. Something special. He would never have killed her without discovering it first. But on the other hand, Springwood didn't have Hypnocil anymore. He'd be able to find that girl. But first, leave her alone for a few months; then come back and discover what lies inside her.
"Think you're so smart, huh, bitch?" He said, smirking as her chest rose rapidly.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Freddy? To destroy me right now and take my life like you did to all those other girls?" She snarled, ignoring the pain in her arm.
"Oh, I'm enjoying this, bitch. For every reason there's a consequence. You've just happened to meet yours."
He traced another talon along her face, watching her eyes as they followed it. They were so full of fear, yes, but there was something else, something...different.
"I bet you're dying to rip me open. Well, newsflash to Mr. Krueger: I'll wake up in five...four...three...two.... -"
Chelsea grinned as she disappeared and Freddy stared at the empty spot. Then he realized he was no longer there, too....
"Chelsea, you there? Answer me!" Jen slapped her friends face, waking her up. "Oh, thank God. We thought we had lost you!"
James sighed in relief and fell to the floor laughing. After all these encounters and they'd still survived!
"I think Freddy got a little pissed I left before he could finish me." Chelsea said, grinning. "And I thought he would've killed me before I woke up. So much for that."
Jen grinned back and snatched her fedora. She threw it to James.
"Hey! Give it back!"
They finally ended their game of "Snatch-The-Freddy-Hat" after half an hour and collapsed on the couch. Jen turned on the TV and they watched the movie that was on, Urban Legend. After an hour of yelling at the girl being chased, they eventually succumbed to the silence. Jen glanced at her friends.
One thing was for sure: they couldn't go to sleep. Freddy would kill them as soon as they entered the Dream World.
"Hey you guys. What should we do so we won't fall asleep?" James grunted, moving to sit on the floor.
"Hmm, I dunno. How 'bout we play a game of Freddy VS. Jason VS. Michael?" Jen asked, staring at the blank screen.
Chelsea and James looked at each other.
"I'm Freddy!"
"I'm Michael!"
Jen smiled and sighed.
"Okay, I'll be Jason."
After dressing into the appropriate attires, the teens turned to each other, daring each other to start. Jen raised her plastic machete, Chelsea raised her talons, and James raised his butcher knife. They tackled each other at the same time and that resulted in them clunking heads together. They landed on the floor, wincing.
"Ow." They all moaned.
They rested a while, then resumed their game of "Serial Killer Tag." After two hours, they ended the game. Jen turned out to be victor and "stabbed" her machete into Chelsea's chest.
"Ha HA! Take that, Freddy Krueger!" Jen shouted, laughing.
James slowly sat up in Michael's way and burst out laughing.
"No fair! You got that super human strength! And you're tougher than the both of us combined!"
Chelsea grinned, flicking her blades playfully.
"Yeah, James should be Jason from now on!"
Jen stuck her tongue out at them. What sore losers! She laughed out loud at the thought, amused.
"Why? Just so Freddy and Michael; can beat Jason? Never!" She shouted, laughing. She took off the Jason mask and threw it at Chelsea, hitting her in the face. As the mask slid away, Jen quirked an eyebrow as her friend's wide eyes. She looked at James; his too was open in horror. Fearing the worst Jen slowly turned around.
The teens screamed and fled the room as Freddy slashed his talons into the couch, wrenching them loose and giving chase.
"Get back here, you bitches!" He bellowed, gaining on them.
"Oh, my God! Run faster!!" Chelsea screamed, urging her friends on.
Jen led her friends into another hallway and they soon lost Freddy in the maze of halls. They leaned against the walls, catching their breath.
"I...I thought we lost him in the Dream World?" Jen panted, leaning against the wall for support.
"I guess not. He must've grabbed Chelsea just before she woke up." James retorted.
Chelsea kept an eye out as James stood back up.
"I'm going to go call the police. If he comes, you'll know it because I'll scream like a little girl." He said, a grin spreading over his face.
The girls grinned back; it was sheer luck they'd survived this long. They watched as James raced away then turned back to each other.
"So how do we stop him?"
"I dunno. We tried the explosion, torching him, tried to beat the shit out of him, and nothing worked."
Chelsea gasped as Freddy screeched around the corner, but burst out laughing as he went sliding out of view on the loose carpet. Jen snorted with laughter and they took off down the hall. They weaved throughout the halls, trying to shake him.
"You bitches will die first! Then your little friend goes!" Freddy bellowed, slowly gaining on them.
"Aw, shit. Give it a break Freddy! Go to hell!" Jen screamed back at him.
"Fuck you, Freddy! Give it a rest!" Chelsea chimed in.
They could hear him snarl at their comments, increasing their speed. If he caught them, there'd only be one thing left to do: scream till the very end. Jen glanced back and screamed; Freddy was close enough to grab them now!
"Run, run, run!!!" Jen shouted, urging her friend on. They tore down the hall and slammed through a door, trying to hold it shut as Freddy smashed into it. The door opened wide enough for him to reach through and claw at them. Chelsea screamed and put her weight harder on the door, refusing to let him in. She looked around quickly and her eyes widened.
"Jen? Jen!" She screamed, looking over.
Her friend looked back and gasped. There were no more doors to run through! She turned back to the door as Freddy slammed into it again.
"Oh, God. I don't think we can hold him!" She shouted.
Chelsea picked up a hammer from the floor and slammed it onto the glove. The hand withdrew and they slammed the door shut, locking it. Jen sighed and leaned against, ignoring the bangs on the wood.
"What do we do now? There's only one window and no more doors. And to top it off, we're on the second story!"
"I dunno. I think we're gonna have to jump."
"How 'bout I choose for you, girls? Let me in and I'll show you!" The banging resumed once more.
Backing up to the wall both girls looked at each other. Jump or be slaughtered by those blades. They'd jump any day. Jen grabbed her friend's hand and they jumped out the window screaming. They landed in a bush and crawled out.
"Well, that was unexpected." Jen said, pulling a leaf out of her mouth.
Upstairs, they could hear the door smash open and looked up. Freddy was glaring down at them, flexing those powerful blades of his. They took one look at each other and bolted. A thump on the grass told them that Freddy was not far behind.
Chelsea glanced back, screamed, and got an extra ounce of speed as Freddy slashed at her. Jen followed and they ran down the road. They could hear his boots slamming the pavement after them and Chelsea screamed as she tripped over her friend's foot. Jen glanced back and kept on running.
Freddy's shadow loomed over her as she got to her feet. She turned to face him, out of breath and face red. He crossed his arms and smirked at her fear. She couldn't have run even if she wanted to.
"Aw," he cooed. "What's wrong? Lost your head start?" He drawled, the smirk widening.
Chelsea stared into his merciless eyes, trembling under their gaze. He'd finally get the chance to kill her. She was unarmed, helpless, and totally at his mercy. He uncrossed his arms and gently traced her neck with a talon, frowning slightly. He read her fear plainly, yes, but there was that other thing he'd sensed earlier...
"Of course I'm afraid of you. Freddy. You can read that plainly. But you probably don't even know how you'll get back to the Dream World." She spat heatedly. Her whole body was trembling.
He peered down at her, wondering her remark. How would he get back? He'd only be able to do it by...He sneered at the thought and snapped back to reality. Freddy was taken aback; his prey was already running, how far ahead!
"Jen! Jen, where are you!?" She sobbed.
Chelsea hid behind a tree and leaned against it. Them being together was the only thing that had saved them. Now it seemed they wouldn't see each other again. Something grabbed her and she began to scream, but a hand clapped over her mouth. Jen put a finger to her lips and pulled her away. A minute later Freddy ran into view.
"Just stay quiet and follow me." Jen whispered in her ear.
Being as quiet as possible, they slunk away deeper into the forest. What they didn't know was that they were being followed.
"Look, I know its Halloween, but this isn't a prank! Freddy Krueger really is after us! I swear!" James shouted into the phone. How could they not believe him?!
He slammed the phone down after three painful minutes and sat down. How could this have happened? His friends were at the mercy of Freddy Krueger, who wasn't even supposed to be real! James stood back up and raced down the hall to the backdoor. He sprinted out to the road, trying to find his friends.
Jen led her friend to a rundown house and dragged her inside. They made their way upstairs and froze; it sounded like the front door had opened. Chelsea panted from the long run and peered out the window. Jen shut the door and locked it, just in case. They watched through the window, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time till they had to face Freddy again. They were just delaying their deaths for some time.
Chelsea slowed her breathing and listened; she thought she had heard a stair creak. Maybe it was just her nerves, jumpy from the encounters. But then again they were in an old house. She turned back to the window and Jen motioned her to be quiet. The stairs were creaking, as if someone was coming up.
"Oh, God..." Chelsea whispered, her voice wavering. Freddy had found them! She looked around, trying to find another way out. There was the window....but nothing else! Jen moaned softly and picked up a book. Just large enough to break the window. She slammed it into the glass and the window shattered. Chelsea leaned against the door as Jen measured the distance. It would be risky, but it'd be their only hope. The door was banged and they heard the screeches of the blades sliding against the wood.
"Go, go, go!" Jen screamed, both running for the window. The door crashed open behind them and they jumped. Jen started to fall, but Chelsea felt something grab her foot. She screamed as she was flipped upside down from the jerk and closed her eyes, expecting to crash. Jen stared up at her in fear as she was dragged screaming back through.
Jen growled and ran through the front door, heading back upstairs. She passed them, not even noticing the two pressed into the corner. As she reached the room, she heard the stairs creaking. Jen raced back to the stairs and watched as Freddy dragged her friend out the door. Leaping down two at a time she quickly followed and slammed into the door as Freddy closed it.
"Man, that's getting old!" She said, rubbing her nose. She flung the door open and gasped. Freddy had disappeared without a trace! And to make matters worse, he had her best friend in his clutches!
(A/N: Jen always runs into a door a least once a day at school, for some of you wondered about it getting old.)
James pounded the road as he raced down. He was about to slow his pace when he slammed into something. Both fell to the ground and he looked over. Freddy snarled and rubbed his head, still holding his clawed hand over Chelsea's throat. She merely mouthed, "Help me!" and Freddy took off again. James gave chase and he saw Jen hurtling towards them. Freddy glanced back at them, smirked, and stopped. They slowed to a stop and glared at him, unsure.
"My, wouldn't it be dreadful for something to happen to her?" He drew a talon across her throat, leaving a thin line of blood. "It'd be awful if something happened to her, now would it?"
Jen clenched her fists angrily as she watched her friend struggle against his iron grip. How she HATED these kinds of predicaments! James tensed beside her and Freddy smirked.
"Let her go, Freddy. Unless you want us to get Jason back here again." She snarled back at him.
Of course they were just empty threats, but at this moment, it seemed like a good idea.
Freddy drew another line across her throat and tightened his grip. Chelsea was gasping for air now, and time was running out.
"It would only take one little flick of my finger to kill her. Then you two would be next." He said, frowning slightly as the squirming girl elbowed him in the ribs. He gently wrapped his free hand around her arms, pinning them to her sides.
Jen bit her lip. They were quickly running out of time; Freddy would kill her soon! James suddenly threw himself forward, surprising all three. He slammed into Freddy, knocked Chelsea from his grip, but felt something enter his back. He could feel blood trickling down his spine; Freddy had embedded his talons into his spine.
Freddy smirked and drove them in and the bloody tips protruded from James' chest. The girls closed their eyes in terror and sickness as Freddy laughed. They could almost hear the blades scraping the bone! James uttered a soft, "Ow." and fell to the ground, lifeless. Freddy turned back to them and they fled.
"What do we do? Freddy'll catch us and that'll be the end!" Chelsea panted, being the quicker of the two.
"I don't know! He can still enter our dreams AND attack us in the real world!" Jen yelled back.
They raced into a graveyard, stopped, and quickly went around it. A shadow loomed over the graves as they passed an intersection and quickened their pace. Slamming the door open, they raced inside Jen's house and locked the door. Jen pulled out a map of her house, (there were too many halls to get lost in) and pointed to a hall.
"Here. This room leads to a secret room. The door is near invisible 'cause it's built into the wall paint." She rolled up the map and they fled down the hall just in time.
Freddy slammed the door open, panting slightly, and peered down the halls. There were so many choices. He wandered down one, opening every door. Nothing but junk, toys, furniture, and the occasional rat. He growled; what idiot would have this many rooms in their house?
Jen led her friend to the room and quietly opened it. It was indeed camouflaged into the wall; only if you looked closely you could find it. They raced inside and closed the door quietly. No need to present themselves to the Nightmare King. Chelsea leaned against the door, grinning. There was a window to escape out just in case. She was about to say something, but Jen placed a finger to her lips.
The sound of screeching metal across the walls filled their ears as Freddy passed, annoying them to no end. The sound faded, but signaled to be quiet. He might be outside, listening. Being as quietly as possible, they opened the window and climbed out. They quietly shut it and took off around the side of the house.
"How do we get Freddy back to the Dream World?" Chelsea asked. Jen's gaze told her; it was not a look she liked. "No. I'm not doing it. You can this time."
"Oh....fine, you baby!" Jen pulled out the tranq gun and filled it. She gave the rest to Chelsea and they stopped running. Jen inhaled, then, "OH, FRE-DDY!!" The door slammed open and he stepped out, flexing his blades.
She fired and the tranq was slammed into his body. He slumped to the ground, out cold. Jen grabbed Freddy, turned to Chelsea and nodded. Chelsea pricked her skin with the needle and injected the small dose of tranq. She fell asleep beside Freddy and Chelsea bit her lip.
Jen wandered down a catwalk, glancing about. Freddy would come soon. She heard a laugh and began backing away. The dose would wear off very soon. She needn't worry. Freddy landed in front of her, blades fanned, and attacked. She grinned and waved as she disappeared. He clawed the air and shouted in rage as she left the Dream World.
"It worked!" She cried, waking up. Chelsea hugged her and they made their way down the street. Jen glanced at her and they sighed in unison. It was a bittersweet victory. They ran down the street, playfully chasing each other.
Freddy sat on the edge of the catwalk, pondering over the experience. That one girl, Chelsea, was different from the other girls he'd killed. Something special. He would never have killed her without discovering it first. But on the other hand, Springwood didn't have Hypnocil anymore. He'd be able to find that girl. But first, leave her alone for a few months; then come back and discover what lies inside her.