Disclaimers are in the prologue.
Ok, you may have noticed that for the past few chapters, I've pretty much focused on four major things going on at a time. I might change this style, but I might not. It's getting weird for me, but I'll try to keep it up. Anyway, read the following chapter right now instead of reading this sentence that you don't even need to be reading. Stop looking at me and read the chapter.
Never look at me.
As the Creeper neared Haddonfield, Freddy was in the dreamworld. He was waiting for the stupid kids of Springwood University to fall asleep. So far, everything had gone according to plan.
Soon, he sensed the first poor soul to fall asleep, and instantly transported her to the boiler room. Peering into her mind, Freddy found that the girl had a profound fear of heights.
He tortured her for a few minutes, scraping his claws along things and drawing screams of fear from her. She was pretty; too bad she had to die. At last, she stood at the edge of a catwalk that hung over some kind of 200-foot deep wormhole. She tottered at the edge of the abyss and pinwheeled her arms around to try and keep her balance. She maintained, and turning around, she screamed as Freddy's claws opened two inches in front of her face, close enough for two of the claws to nick her. Surprised, she fell back over the side of the catwalk and just managed to avoid death by clinging to the edge of the floor at the mouth of the wormhole.
She struggled to pull herself back up. But of course, Freddy appeared, standing over her and laughing maniacally. She screamed again, hysterically now. He kneeled down next to her.
"If you want to get ahead, bitch, you have to take the plunge!"
With that, the floor at the mouth of the wormhole shot out to cover it up. The girl's screams were silenced as it severed her head from the rest of her body, which tumbled down the closed-up wormhole. Her mouth still moved slightly, and Freddy kicked her head away, laughing as loud as he pleased, feeling her soul enter him.
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The fun part about being a supernatural serial killer, Candyman thought, is doing things for the first time that ordinary people have done all their lives. One such thing was driving a car. Candyman had never before attempted to do it, but it had turned out fun, albeit disastrous. He had already sideswiped eight vehicles, but he was starting to get better at it. He laughed as he drove, but Chucky was not enjoying himself.
"Will you slow down!" he screamed, ducking down in the passenger seat as Candyman veered into oncoming traffic. Car horns blared as they narrowly slid by.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun!" Candyman remarked.
"If I were human, I'd be carsick right now."
"We're making excellent time. It won't be long."
Chucky got back up on the seat and looked over at Candyman. "So how come we're going to Crystal Lake?"
"Like I said, we're going to meet someone there. Probably our best ally against Krueger."
"You know, we could just make it a duo. You and me, cross-country killers and all that, what do you say?"
"We need Jason. Freddy despises him for defeating him not that long ago, and when he sees Jason alive and ready for him, he'll get cocky and slip up. Besides, Jason is powerful. We need all the power we can muster against Freddy."
Chucky nodded. "Well, I don't know about power, but if it's allies you're looking for, we got one more stop to make after Crystal Lake."
"What do you mean?"
"There's this guy...they showed some of his victims on the news. He does good work. I always wanted to meet him."
"And where is he?"
"Somewhere down in Texas."
Chucky and Candyman exchanged a look.
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Detective Hobbs had driven them back to Lori's dad's house; 1428 Elm Street, as per Lori's instructions. Her father was away on business, as he had been for quite a while, and at the back of her mind, Lori wondered if he was ever coming back. All his stuff was still there, so he had to...right?
But now was not the time to worry about that. They had gone there because Lori believed it to be the safest place for them at the time. The three of them sat down in the kitchen and talked. After a short while, Hobbs seemed to come back to himself. He never came right out and accepted it, but he did want to talk about what they were going to do next. That was when Lori revealed her plan.
Her plan was to go into the dreamworld and use herself as bait to find Freddy. Then, she was going to let him capture her. She would then pull him out of the dream and into the real world, where he could be killed and sent back to Hell. Then they would tie him up and question him, threatening to use Hobbs' gun if necesssary (or even if not).
"Holy shit," Hobbs said, cracking a slight smile, "that's a pretty good plan, Lori."
"What? No!" Will said, panicking. "Lori, you can't! He's going to remember what happened last time! He'll kill you!"
"Don't worry, Will. I'll be fine."
"Please, Lori, don't. Let me do it, I'll do it."
"It has to be me, Will. It was my mother he killed, and it was me who cut off his head. He'll go for me. Try to make me suffer instead of just killing me."
Hobbs looked at Will. "Listen, Will, this is the only way we're gonna find out some answers. If this is true, and...right now, I have NO reason to believe it's not, then this is our best chance."
"But let's say she pulls him out. What if he kills her right then?"
"You and I'll be right there waiting with my gun on 'em."
"It's ok, Will," Lori said, hugging him. "I'm coming back."
Will felt like a man who has just found out that he has a bomb attached to his dick and can either cut off the wang or be killed in the explosion. Whether Lori pulled Freddy out or not, he knew it was going to end badly.
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The Creeper knew what to do. Storming a maximum security prison was not an easy thing to do, especially alone. But that's exactly what he did. Freddy had told him to free Michael by any means necessary, and the Creeper had willingly obliged.
When the Creeper landed, he came down on top of a policeman who was on his way to a patrol car in the parking lot. The impact alone killed him, snapping his spine in half. The Creeper did not have time to stop and eat, however; that would come later. Right now, the only thing on his mind was to find Michael Myers.
Coming to the entrance of the building, the Creeper completely demolished the doors by plowing through them. Immediately, every cop and security guard was on him, and some tried to take him down manually, even though he was not wearing any man-clothes and they could clearly see he wasn't human. He quickly dispatched them without slowing his pace, throwing them through walls, impaling them on his claws, or simply snapping heads off. The others fired their guns from where they were standing, but the Creeper dodged the bullets expertly.
Several officers with shotguns appeared behind the Creeper suddenly and he turned to face them.
"FREEEEZE!" they yelled, aiming their guns. They had every intention of firing at him.
The Creeper suddenly flew straight up, through the ceiling, knocking the surprised officers on their asses. He landed on the second floor and moved on. Fewer officers were up here, and the Creeper kept moving. One of the officers ran up to him with a baton and started to strike him with it. Surprised that the human was so stupid, the Creeper actually stopped and caught the officer's wrist. Then he proceeded to rip the officer's arm off his body, then tossed him through a nearby window, and he hit the ground with an audible splat.
Michael's attention was focused on the door as he heard gunfire, screaming, and alarms. The six heavily armed guards in front of his cell were now moving forward and firing their guns. They moved forward until Michael could no longer see them through the small square window. There were screams, a little more gunfire, then all was silent except for the alarm. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the doorframe was ripped out of the wall along with the door and tossed aside by the Creeper. He was holding one of the guards by the back of his shirt, dragging him forward. He was bloody and kind of limp.
"No...please..."
The Creeper threw the guard against the iron cell door, his back to Michael. The Creeper leaned forward and reached out with both hands, and he proceeded to rip the guard wide open, from chest to stomach. The stunned guard watched his organs spill out onto the floor before falling face-first into them. Finally, the Creeper and Michael looked at each other for a moment.
The Creeper opened the door with ease and ripped Michael's chains apart. Michael stood up and again, the two stared at each other. The Creeper then reached down and grabbed a large hunting knife off one of the guards. He handed it to Michael and made a strange mewling sound. Michael slowly took the knife and held it in different ways, studying it. Finally, he looked back at the Creeper. The Creeper nodded. He grabbed Michael by the shoulders and flew the two of them through the ceiling, out of the building, and into the night sky.
Author's Notes: I know, Lori's an idiot. But what else can she do? And I guess we found out what happens when serial killers get behind the wheel of a car, now didn't we? Oh, and did you like the analogy I made for Will? I would choose death, by the way. It's all happening so fast now, and I'm wondering to myself, "Self? How many chapters do you think this story will be?" and I say, "Well, self, I don't know. It's looking like at least twenty." and I say, "Well, this is already the longest story I've ever written so far, so let's just go with it, see where it takes us." and I say, "Yes, that'll do nicely."