"Okay, so you're cool with this, right?" Jen asked, tightening the strap. The raptor nodded.
"Of course. We gotta get to him before he gets to us," she replied, picking up a knife and handing it to her. Jen slipped the dagger through a sheath on the raptor's side and stood up. Her friend was a walking weapon—a Velociraptor fully equipped with all sorts of blades and weapons: machetes, daggers, small spears, and razor-sharp throwing stars.
"Remember, if he makes a move, attack. Don't back down. He's gonna have to go through the blades just to even touch you. Now, if he comes after me, you throw the strap to me." Chelsea nodded.
They laid down next to each other and fell into an uneasy sleep, preparing themselves for battle. The boiler room formed around them, bathing them in red light.
"Ohh, back for more playtime, bitches?" Freddy swaggered around the corner of a catwalk, swinging his glove back and forth almost casually. He halted within twenty feet of them, stopping his hand.
They glared at him, tensed and ready. He cocked his head at them; something was wrong. They weren't afraid! But how?
"Who're you fooling, Krueger? Change me back, now! You knew damn well I couldn't control it!" the raptor yelled at him, and he turned to look at her.
"Why should I? I kind of like your predicament…raptor," he sniggered.
Chelsea hurled herself forward, flailing her arms at him, throwing them both to the grating of the walkway. They wrestled briefly before rolling over the edge.
Jen raced over to the side as they fell, still locked in combat. She quickly stumbled down a stairway and arrived in time to see them land heavily on the floor, blood trailing through the air as they lunged at each other.
Freddy drove a blade into her arm as she bit down on his hat, tearing it off and flinging it across the room. She clawed furiously at his face, his glove just barely holding her back. A stray clawed finger caught him upside the head, and he winced. He pinched a blade into the crook of her arm, and she let out a howl of rage. This isn't right, he thought. She should be afraid, not wild like this!
"Chelsea, throw me the strap!" Pausing briefly, she tore the weapon pack off and threw it at her friend—just what Freddy needed. He closed a hand around her throat, holding back the flailing clawed limbs with his right hand.
She wriggled in his grasp, snapping her jaws furiously. His grip tightened, and she smashed her skull into his. They broke apart, both dazed. The raptor-girl shook her head and snarled at him, pulling back her lip; Freddy glared at her as he stood, twitching his talons.
"Bring it on, bitch. I'm ready anytime you are. Bring it on," he mocked, waving his hands in a taunting action. They circled, wary of each other's weapons.
"Freddy!" He turned to the girl behind him. "Shut the fuck up already!" Jen whipped a dagger at him and it hit him in the leg, allowing her friend the opportunity to tackle him. She slammed into him, pushing him along the floor as she ran, aiming to crash him into a boiler.
Freddy snarled and waved his hands. He disappeared, and the raptor slammed into the boiler she'd been aiming for headfirst. She fell to the floor, temporarily stunned. He reappeared in front of Jen, swinging his blades. She jumped around him and threw another dagger. He dodged and wrenched the one out of his leg.
"Chelsea, I could really use some help here!" she screamed, dancing away as Freddy threw the knife to the side. He advanced on her, eyes burning with hatred.
The raptor moaned and stood shakily, looking up at the two. She hissed and pounced, landing between them. The slasher took a surprised step back and looked at her, angry.
"What's wrong, raptor? Can't handle the heat?" he taunted, smirking. Freddy stared at the raptor and surprisingly felt his strength returning. His eyes took her in….there! A tremor running through her flanks! She was scared!
"Chelsea? You okay?" Jen asked uncertainly, keeping an eye on Freddy. She touched her friend, and she tensed. Jen turned back fearfully to a wide-grinning Freddy and swallowed hard.
He roughly pushed past the raptor, advancing on her. Jen immediately stumbled away from him, and suddenly jerked downwards. She screamed as she fell, grabbing hold of the grating in time. A sudden sharp pain made her wince and she felt blood sliding down her arm.
"Ah-ah-ah!" Freddy taunted, digging the blade in farther. "I'm not done with you yet." He chuckled as she jerked beneath him, trying to get free of the razor he'd embedded into her arm.
Chelsea stared with a look of terror on her face, yet she couldn't move. Her nervous system had frozen, causing her body to go rigid with fear. Her eyes took in the scene, but she couldn't comprehend what was happening. Slowly, very slowly, she got the will to move again and she howled at him.
Freddy turned his head to look at her, keeping his glove around Jen's wrist. His rage flared and he stood, letting go of the girl. She screamed as she dropped, but he could care less. He had more important issues to deal with.
Chelsea glared at him, her chest heaving in held-anxiety. Of course she was terrified, but that didn't mean she couldn't take him on… Right?
"You know, I was going to keep you that way…" he motioned at her raptor body, "but I think I would like this even more!" He flicked his wrist and a terrified girl stood before him, trembling. Freddy crossed his arms as she stared back at him, searching frantically for the weapon harness. "Ohh, looking for this?" He held the harness up, catching her attention.
Chelsea stared in horror at him. They had no weapons, no chance of escaping this time. Freddy would finally have them.
"Chelsea!" Jen screamed from below, holding onto a railing. "Get the fuck outta there!" She pulled herself onto the catwalk; another second and she would've fallen to the floor.
Chelsea stared in fear at him, her muscles tensed. He took a step towards her, throwing the harness away, and she ran…only to discover she was running on sidewalk. She quickly stopped and looked down. A chalk drawing lay before her.
Trembling, she turned and stared at the old house. 1428 Elm Street. Where all nightmares began…and ended. She ran forward a step and found herself at the top of the staircase.
"Shit!" she swore, looking around. A shadow was thrown onto the wall, and she fled down the hall.
Suddenly she was flat on her face. The floor was rippling, undulating, in an unnatural motion that had ripped her off her feet.
Freddy was having no such problems keeping his balance. He walked in an almost leisurely manner behind her, then grabbed her by the hair.
Before she had time to react, Chelsea had been pulled agonizingly to her feet, then flung into the thick glass of an upstairs window. The pane cracked and smashed as she bounced off it and fell to the floor—her face and arms now a mess of cuts and bruises.
He grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her along the floor, putting her just where he wanted her, so that he could smack this bitch up once and for all.
Chelsea winced as he placed a boot against her back, holding her down. Tears slid down her cheeks as she shifted slightly, trying to get the heel of his boot out of her spine. He stepped down harder, and she grew still in pain.
"You fucking little bitch…" he growled above her, digging a blade into her shoulder.
They were all the same, these fucking teenagers, with their droopy doe eyes, and their pathetic sense of self-importance. Always thinking they could beat him and live.
He felt her move beneath him and sunk it in even farther.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed up at him, clenching her fists. She might as well been talking to air; he wasn't paying attention anymore to her. No, he was concentrating on her soft flesh.
Freddy wrenched the blade out, and she yelped, trying to hold back her screams. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to find a way out of this. Her breathing came out quick and shallow, only urging him on as her fear grew.
Chelsea reached behind, to try to catch him off-guard, but he was too fast. His hand snatched her wrist and twisted it; she wailed and he smiled. Finally, for the first time, this bitch knew what her place was—under him where he could kill her.
She lay on the hallway floor, her eyes closed. She was trembling. She had no skills for this. And it was his world, his rules.
Freddy stepped forward, then dropped to kneel over her, one leg on either side of her bloody prostrate form.
"Welcome to my world, bitch!" he whispered cruelly in her ear. He leaned forward, breathing heavily in excitement. The stench of decay and burning coming off him must have been what Hell smelled like, and she held a hand over her nose and mouth, trying not to gag, and failing.
"Fuck off," she moaned. Another blade in her back made her jerk and she felt him prodding in mild curiosity at the bone of her spine. Her eyes opened, brimmed with tears. So this is how it would end—dying at the cruel, steel hands of Freddy Krueger.
Freddy stood over her again, making sure his boot was placed firmly on her. He raised his right hand and dug a razor into the small of her back. Her back twitched in spasms as he cut through muscle and tendon, stopping at the bone. A sudden sharp tug made him look down, irritated that his work had been interrupted.
She was gripping his fucked-up red-and-green sweater, twisting it in pain as he'd plunged the blade in. He moved his arm towards her, then thought better of it. Let her grip his sweater, he didn't give a shit. It'd probably be the last thing she ever touched again.
"AAAAAAGH!" Jen screamed, hurtling herself through a window behind them. She landed with a loud thump, making Freddy turn to her, eyes ablaze with rage. "C'mon, motherfucker. She's no fun anymore, come play with me."
Freddy stood slowly, keeping his boot firm on the girl. He stared at his new adversary, sizing her up. He'd be able to smack this bitch up in no time flat, so why bother?
Chelsea twisted slightly to see and felt the weight on her back increase. She felt her spine start to crack from the pressure and realized that Jen was the only thing keeping him from killing her right this instant.
"You fucking bitches never learn!" Freddy bellowed, flicking his wrist.
Jen was hurled through the air and down the stairs, landing in an ungainly heap at the bottom.
Freddy turned back to Chelsea and bent over her. He felt the trembling start up again and smiled. She was his, the other bitch was down, she was his to mutilate.
She twisted his sweater even harder, wringing the hell out of it in sheer terror. Her eyes were open wide in shock and fear, her mind was nearly gone from the pressure and madness. She didn't have a fucking chance.
"You leave her alone!" Jen screamed, racing up the stairs.
Exasperated, Freddy rolled his eyes and backhanded her as she came at him. There was a sharp crack and she toppled backwards to the floor, holding her nose. Blood streamed from between her fingers, and he sniggered.
"You bastard! I think you broke my nose!" she howled, glaring at him.
Freddy sneered at her, dismissing her as shit, and turned back to the fucked-up bitch still hanging onto his fucked-up sweater. Okay, enough was enough. He grabbed hold of her, trying to wrench her off, and she screamed, to his genuine surprise. She refused to let go as he stepped away, dragging her along the floor screaming.
"Dammit, let go, you fucking bitch! You bitches scream and cry about everything!" he hollered, still trying to wrench her off him.
Chelsea blinked in surprise and slowly looked up at him. She'd finally come out of her shock, only to see him glaring down at her, furious. She immediately let go and he kicked her away, sending her sliding into the wall.
"Chelsea, get the fuck outta here!" Jen screamed, wiping the blood away from her nose.
Freddy quickly strode towards the girl, grabbing her by the front. She dangled helplessly in his grasp as he hauled her past Jen, ignoring her, and carried her to a different part of the house.
Chelsea narrowed her eyes and kicked him hard in the ribs. He doubled over, but kept a firm grip on her front, glaring at her with such ferocity she actually cringed in his grip.
"Enough is enough!" he roared, throwing her powerfully across the room.
She landed hard against the wall and fell to the floor, gasping for breath. Loud thumping told her that the maniac was walking towards her in infuriated strides, pissed at her for living this long. She felt his glove grab her by the hair again, the blades cutting into her skull, and she was pulled agonizingly to her feet.
Freddy snarled as she pulled at his own wrist, trying to free herself, and threw her back down to the floor. She landed in front of him, stunned, and he slammed his boot into her ribcage, sliding her across the floor a little. He watched her gasping in pain; he'd broken a few ribs. For some reason, this made him even more enraged. He gripped her by the wrist, dragged her to her feet again, and threw her out the door.
Chelsea hit the railing and rolled over it, just having enough time to grab hold. Her muscles instantly weakened and she dropped, landing hard on the floor. Shifting slightly, she could see Freddy peering down at her from above, infuriated, and she coughed. She was in too much pain to move, why not just give up, let him kill her, she wasn't going to survive his brutal fury.
"Chelsea, c'mon girl, don't give up on me yet." Chelsea turned her head slightly and Jen's face popped into view. "Here," she said, helping her up. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here."
"I don't think so!" Freddy roared, leaping over the railing and landing steadily in front of them. "You bitches aren't going anywhere." He held his glove at the ready, his eyes burning, staring at the weakened girl. She was almost his, if it weren't for her bitch of a friend.
"Fuck off, Freddy!" Jen yelled, growing even more worried for her friend. She was definitely weakening in her grasp, growing weaker each second. "Get the fuck out of my way."
To her surprise, Freddy actually chuckled. He stood up straight, tapping his blades against the railing.
"And why should I?" he asked with obvious sadistic humor. "You can't do anything to make me, and your bitchy friend's too weak to fight anymore."
Jen's gaze faltered slightly and she had to silently agree. They were screwed: Chelsea was too weak to fight, and she couldn't get past him without endangering herself and her friend.
She stood up boldly, setting her friend on the stairs. More or less, it was all sheer terror that she was standing up to him, without a chance.
"Because… I'm still good, I'll fight you," she said reluctantly, clenching her fists. To her surprise, Freddy stared at her in genuine surprise.
"You have got to be kidding," he replied, leaning against the wall. "You've got no chance," he said, narrowing his eyebrows. "You'd be dead quicker than you'd think."
Jen stared at him heatedly, trembling with anger.
"No, I am not kidding. One final battle. Winner takes all." She glared at him, anger coursing violently through her body.
"What the hell're you thinking, Jen!" Chelsea suddenly yelled from behind her. "He'll kill you!"
"No, he won't. I'll make sure of that. And if we ever want to wake up again, I need to beat the shit out of him. Otherwise we're stuck here," Jen said slowly, shaking her head.
Freddy's face split into a cruel grin, a grin that could only be taken that a brutal plan had entered his mind.
"Are you so sure, bitch? Are you so sure you want to put so much on the line? Because once a challenge is accepted by me, there ain't no turning back," he drawled, swinging his blades now.
Jen glanced at Chelsea; she was staring at her in horror.
"I…" Chelsea stared at her, her eyes wide. She couldn't do this! "accep-"
"Stop!" Both turned to look at her, appalled. She stood shakily, leaning against the wall. "Jen, you can't do this. Let me. I have the most experience with Freddy."
"Damn right," Freddy sniggered. "I don't suppose you're referring to the other night by chance, are you? I kicked your ass!"
"No, I'm not, you fucking bastard!" she shot back, holding back a racking cough.
Jen shook her head in dismay.
"Chelsea, you're too weak to fight him! Let me! I'm stronger!" Chelsea gave her a glare.
"Shut the fuck up and let me fight him! I know how to beat him!" Quietly she added to herself, "I hope."
Freddy grinned at her maliciously, standing up straight.
"Is that a challenge I hear?" he taunted, waving a blade.
Jen opened her mouth to say something, but Chelsea slapped a hand hard over her mouth.
"Yes." Jen's eyes widened to an impossible size and she stared at her friend in utter fright. What had her friend gotten herself into? She was in no condition to battle!
Freddy breathed deeply, swaggering over in front of her. He smiled down at her in fake-sympathy, swinging the glove back and forth, mocking her.
"And the results?"
Chelsea thought a moment, thinking it over. With Freddy, you had to pick the outcome wisely; otherwise it could be worse than what you'd expected.
"If I win…you let us go without harm, or shape shifting, and leave us alone for the rest of our lives uninterrupted," she replied, looking him straight in the eye. All she saw was cruelty, undying fury, brutality, and his sadistic sense of humor. "But first a day of preparation."
"Very well. And if I win, I get to give you the most horrible death of your lives," he said back to her, grabbing hold of her wrist with his gloved hand. His grip tightened, and she reluctantly closed her hand around his, staring back. They shook roughly, each glaring straight into the other's eyes with grim determination.
Jen stared at them, too shocked to even speak. One final battle; winner takes all…or kills all. And this time, the results would not be in their favor. Out of crazed terror, bitter humor, and shock, she stepped between the two and swallowed hard. Then she stared into a bleak abyss of terror.
"Freddy VS Chelsea. Place your bets!"