Disclaimer: Ugh, I accidentally deleted this chapter, so I'm rewriting it! Sorry if it's not exactly the same I should've saved it but for some reason I didn't. Anyhow, I don't own anything but my own creations (Alicia, Jess, her parents, Alicia's mom, etc.) And yes, Alicia is based upon me! (My name is Alicia).
Chapter 1 – Bad PeopleI sighed, extremely bored. I flopped dramatically onto my bed and stared at my ceiling.
I loved my room. It was a rather large room, painted a bright, vivid blue. The ceiling was painted a soft baby blue with fluffy white clouds. In the middle of my ceiling was a long, twisted lantern-light that was a midnight blue colour.
The head of my bed was pressed against the wall that faced the hallway. I had a fuzzy dark pink bedspread and fuzzy blue pillows. My bed had a metal headboard, which was twisted intricately into swirls .My walls were covered in posters.
The wall to the left of my bed was my Freddy Wall. It was covered with posters, pictures, and magazine clippings of Freddy Krueger. In some he was posing, others were movie shots. I loved that wall the best.
The wall next to it was the wall with my window. It was a large window with a window seat. All around the edges of the window were pictures of my friends and me.
The wall next to it was the one with my walk-in closet. It wasn't a huge closet, but it was big enough. Posters of my favourite bands covered the wall and my closet door, like AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Guns N' Roses, Motley Cure, and stuff like that.
Over my bed was a huge poster of Freddy Krueger that I had added myself into on the computer. I loved it.
My computer and its desk were in the corner of my room, and my TV was in another. The soft carpet floor was littered with papers, CDs, and stuffed animals.
I sighed happily. I absolutely adored my room.
Ding! My computer sounded. I whooped for joy and leapt off my bed.
"Someone instant messaged me!" I cried. I was waiting for someone to come online. You'd think out of my 123 contacts, someone would be on. But mostly everyone had gone away for the summer, or was too lazy to even go on the computer.
I clicked on the little box on the bottom of my screen. A conversation window popped up.
"Jess," I said to myself, grinning.
SexyJessy: Hey, Leesh!
FreddysGal: Hey Jess!
SexyJessy: What's new?
FreddysGal: Meh, just analyzing my room. You?
SexyJessy: Hah. Watching TV.
FreddysGal: Hm. Nice.
SexyJessy: Anyhow, I was wondering if you were up for a Freddy marathon?
FreddysGal: Am I ever NOT up for a Freddy marathon?
SexyJessy: Haha. Pick you up in 10 mins?
FreddysGal: Alright. Cya.
You have signed out
I grinned and closed the MSN Messenger box. "Just what I needed," I said to myself.
I got up and opened my closet door. I pawed through the clothes on the hangers until I found what I was looking for. "Perfect!" I exclaimed, pulling my black Freddy tank top and dark blue jeans off the hangers. I quickly changed, put on some lip-gloss and blush, and brushed my wavy hair. In about 10 minutes, I was all ready.
I dragged a gym bag out of my closet and threw in a pair of boxers and a nightshirt for pyjamas, a toothbrush, toothpaste, some makeup, etc.
I pounded down the stairs, gym bag in hand. I threw it near the front door and raced through the spacious kitchen into the family room.
My mom was lying on the brown leather couch, watching "Silence of the Lambs" on the wide screen TV.
"Mom!" I groaned. "Shut it off while I'm in the room. I hate that movie." Unfortunately for me, it was the part where Hannibal Lecter was chewing the guard's face. I screamed and covered my eyes.
My mom, laughing hysterically, changed the channel. "Oh, Alicia," she laughed, "You're hilarious. You love scary movies."
I uncovered my eyes. "Yeah, just not that one," I mumbled.
She grinned and shook her head. Her lightweight red curls bounced back and forth, and her blue eyes sparkled. She was pretty, my mom. She was only 35, and my dad was 37.
"Where's Dad?" I asked, looking around.
She waved her hand. "Somewhere. I think Best Buy."
I laughed. "Typical." My dad was obsessed with technical stuff.
"Mom, can I go sleep over at Jessica's?" I asked quickly.
Mom sighed. "Another Freddy marathon, darling? Aren't you getting too obsessed with this Freddy man?"
"Yeah," I thought. "Too obsessed."
"Oh, mom," I groaned. "Please?"
She sighed. "Alright. She's picking you up right now, isn't she?"
I grinned sheepishly. Mom knew me better than I thought! "Yeah."
I kissed her on the cheek. "Bye, Mom. Have fun watching your movie." I shuddered. She laughed and hugged me back. "Same to you, sweetheart."
I raced out of the family room, grabbed my gym bag, and flung open the front door. I had just settled myself on the front step when a black Mustang convertible pulled up.
"Leesha!" Jess screamed, honking the horn. I grinned. I leapt down the steps and flung myself into the Mustang.
"Nice car, Jess!" I squealed. Jess beamed. "Yeah, I just got it."
I snorted. "Geez. All I got was a Chevy Cobalt."
Jess cocked her head. "All you got?" she asked.
I laughed. "Just kidding! I love it though. It's blue!"
Jess shook her head. "Obviously. Ain't it nice to be rich?"
I hit her shoulder. "We're not rich, Jessica. We just…. Have lots of money."
Jess shrugged and drove to her house. "Whatever".
In less than 5 minutes, we reached her house. It was really nice. It was a large brick house. The bricks were a dark sandy brown, and the shingles on the roof were a dark brown. She had a huge two-door car garage, and a small circular staircase of stone steps led from the large front porch to the large front yard, which was covered with green grass and colourful flowers.
I liked my house better, of course. My house was a white brick house, just about as large as Jessica's. We had a three-door car garage, and the doors were painted black. Our front door was also black, but it was wood. Our shingles were a dusty red colour. Our front porch was wide rather than long, and a rod iron table along with rod iron chairs decorated it. We had two windows on each side of the front door. As soon as you entered our house, there was a long hallway. Immediately to your left was the dining room. A little ways down the hallway to your right was the kitchen. Then, straight in front of you after the hallway was the staircase to the upstairs and the family room. At the far left end of our family room was the door to the basement, which was complete with computer, TV, fridge, pool table, piano, and bathroom.
Our family room was awesome. The walls were painted a soft yellow, and the ceiling was white. We had a grey stone fireplace, and beside that was the wide screen TV. We also had a leather couch and a leather chair, along with a large cabinet, another computer, and a piano. Our dining room was nice too, with a white dining set and a large cabinet. There was ivy on the cabinet, as well as on the ceiling too.
Anyhow, we got out of Jess's car and I dragged my gym bag up her circular stone staircase. She kicked open the front door and yelled, "We're home!"
Mr and Mrs. Roberts appeared. Mrs. Roberts was tall and thin, with short blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes. Mr. Roberts was also tall, but he was muscular with wavy black hair and spicy green eyes.
"Hello, Alicia," Mrs. Roberts smiled gently. "It's always a pleasure to have you in our home."
I stifled a giggle. Jess's parents talked like aristocrats out of the 18th century!
Mr. Roberts extended his hand. "Hey, Leesha, whats up?" he asked, smiling. My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it. "Uh, nothing really…. You?" I replied, shaking his hand. Jess laughed and Mrs. Roberts frowned.
"Andrew," she scolded gently. "Please."
Mr. Roberts looked at his wife. "Oh, Gloria, darling. We talk like old foogeys! We have to lighten up a bit."
I giggled and clapped my hand over my mouth. Jess, however, was laughing hysterically.
"M-mom, D-dad," she managed to spit out. "W-we're going upstairs, okay?"
Mrs. Roberts nodded absently, her eyes still on her husband. Mr. Roberts grinned and nodded. "It's best you do," he said slyly.
We yelped and raced up the stairs. We didn't stop until we were safe in her room and had locked her door. Jess collapsed on her bed, laughing.
Oh, God," she giggled. "My parents are hilarious. Like, my God." I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "They're like my second set of parents," I giggled. Jess nodded. "Well, my dad at least. My mom still needs to 'lighten up'," she said, and exhaled heavily. "Wow. Wanna watch the movies now?" I nodded and jumped on her bed. She found the remote and clicked on the TV. "Let's watch them from the beginning, okay?" I nodded and smiled happily. A night of Freddy. What could be better?
I yawned and glanced at the clock. It was 2 am! We had spent 9 hours watching all the Nightmare on Elm Street movies and talking.
I nudged Jess. "Jess, the movie's over. They're all done," I whispered.
She opened her eyes and yawned. "I wasn't sleeping, I was, uh, resting," she said sleepily.
I laughed. "Right. Goodnight, Jessy," I said, pushing her shoulder lightly. I quickly changed into my nightshirt and boxers and climbed into her bed under the covers. Jess was already asleep on the right side of the bed, and I crawled to the left side. Sighing blissfully, I closed my eyes.
Screeeeeech. Screech.
I opened my eyes. I wasn't in Jess's warm, soft bed anymore. In fact, I was lying on a hard, cold floor. I groaned and pushed myself up.
I was sitting in a boiler room.
I grinned to myself. "You should get your floor carpeted, Freddy," I commented, standing up.
Screeech.
I rolled my eyes. "Ooh, I'm scared now! I'm gonna get killed by a burn victim in a Christmas sweater!" I cried, making my voice high and squeaky.
I heard a growl coming from the darkness. I giggled. "Freddy, give it up. You can't scare me, darling," I said sweetly.
Freddy Krueger appeared out of the darkness. His fedora hat was over his eyes, and he was clicking his blades together.
I sighed. "You look like a mobster or something, Freddy."
He pushed his hat up. "You're so negative, darlin'," he said in that throaty growl I had come to adore.
I smiled. "Miss me?"
He grinned (almost evilly, I thought, but brushed the thought off) and answered, "Of course."
I lowered my eyes, blushing. "Me too."
Suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around my middle and his blades gently brush against my arms. I leaned my head back into his chest.
You stupid, stupid bitch! You're a 98 average student and look at you! You're leaning against Freddy Krueger. Know who he is? He's not the nice, sweet guy you think he is. He's an ugly, evil, horrid child murderer! He's using you, dumbass! He's gonna use you to kill for him, maybe, then dispose of you, just like that! Remember that fan fiction story you read? About Vamp? Is it really just a story, darlin'? Or is there some truth in it? Remember what happened to her, bitch? You want that to happen to YOU? No! So wise the fuck up, kill this bastard before he kills you! A small part of me screamed. However, it was a small, quiet part that I didn't want to pay attention too.
"Shut up," I told the screaming voice sternly. It stopped.
Freddy turned me around so I was facing him. He was a bit taller than me, so I stared up into his crystal blue eyes.
"Alicia, my darlin', I need to tell you something," he whispered.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah?" I said softly. Damn. Freddy always had this effect on me. One look into his eyes and I was jelly. Not that I minded. At the time.
Freddy frowned sadly. "It's your friend Jessssica's parents," he hissed, drawing out the "s".
I cocked my head. I felt like a six-year-old, instead of a sixteen year old. "What about them?"
He shook his head. "They're bad people," he said, almost regretfully. "For your sake, I must…. Dispose of them."
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. "But, they're nice," I whispered like a small child.
Freddy stroked my hair with his claws. It felt soothing. "I know. But, I need you to be safe."
I smiled. "Because you love me?" I asked childishly.
Freddy smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, yeah. Because I love you." He laughed.
He led my gently into a corner and told me to sit. "Watch this, darlin'," he hissed, no longer sounding sad or regretful. I smiled obediently.
Suddenly, Mr and Mrs. Roberts appeared. Mrs. Roberts was wearing a red silk nightgown, and Mr. Roberts was wearing a pair of black boxers and a black t-shirt.
Mrs. Roberts caught sight of Freddy and screamed, clutching her husband's arm. "Andrew!" she cried, eyeing Freddy fearfully.
Mr. Roberts narrowed his eyes. "Hey, aren't you that Freddy dude from those movies?" he asked, confused.
Freddy smiled and bowed. "In the flesh, Andrew."
Mrs. Roberts let out a cry and began to run. She took no notice of me sitting in the corner, watching her like a small child. Freddy laughed and disappeared. Mr. Roberts shouted after his wife, but she wouldn't stop.
Freddy appeared in front of Mrs. Roberts, waving his blades. She screamed and tried to turn around, but fell instead. With one swipe of his blades, Freddy slashed Mrs. Roberts's stomach open. Blood spattered everywhere.
Mr. Roberts yelled. He launched himself at Freddy and they rolled around on the ground. Freddy rolled on top of him and stuck his blades in his face. Mr. Roberts made a gurgling noise and fell silent.
Freddy laughed.
Suddenly, I stopped being a six-year-old and became a sixteen year old again. Look at him! He's enjoying it! Run away before it's too late! My mind screamed at me.
I ran.
I vaguely heard Freddy shout after me. I ignored him.
The tears fell freely down my face as I raced through the dark maze of pipes and concrete walls. I ran into a couple walls and tripped before I smashed into Freddy.
I fell to the floor, and he wrapped his arms around me. I kicked and hollered and fought like a kid, but he held me tight. Slowly, I began to calm down until I was motionless.
"What's wrong?" he whispered in my ear.
"Y-you killed them!" I sobbed angrily. "And you enjoyed it, you fucking bastard!"
I could feel his shock. I had never, ever spoken to him like that.
"Darlin'…" he said sadly. I didn't buy it.
"Stop it! You're just a sick, evil, twisted bastard. Let go of me or I'll kill you," I snarled, beginning to struggle again.
He began to stroke my hair, and I could almost see his blue eyes staring at me sadly. "Darlin', I needed to kill them. I'm sorry. I should've been quicker about it. I didn't mean to laugh. I didn't enjoy it, sweetie. I had to pretend I did, thought. The Dream Demons would've been after me if I didn't look like I enjoyed it."
Something inside me didn't buy that one bit, but it was a small part of me, once again. I was in love. I shoved it out of my mind and smiled. He was good, and he loved me. Everything was all right. I stopped struggling.
"And now I'm safe," I said.
"Yes," Freddy whispered. "You're safe."
"And Jess too, right?" I asked.
"Jess, too," said Freddy, and laughed.
I awoke with a start. I was in Jess's huge bed, and Jess was a lump on the other side.
I sighed.
Then I remembered what had happened. What I witnessed. And I screamed before I remembered Freddy had to do it. For me. For Jess. He didn't like it, but he just had to.
Jess jerked up. "Alicia?" she asked sleepily. "What is it?"
I looked at her. Poor Jess. "You parents," I gasped, trying to sound horribly upset. "T-they're dead. Freddy killed them."
Jess screamed and leapt out of bed. She raced across the hallway and flung open her parents' door. I heard her scream again and fall to the floor.
I had to make myself cry, or Jess would be suspicious. So, almost reluctantly, I thought of the good times I had with Mr and Mrs. Roberts, even though they were bad people. I remembered going to Canada's Wonderland with them and Jess. I remembered talking to Mrs. Roberts about some things I just couldn't face my mom with. And I began to cry.
Still crying, I found Jess on the floor, sobbing hysterically. Her parents were in their bed, splayed across each other. Blood was everywhere.
Jess looked horrible. Her usually curly hair was limp and dull, and her green eyes were clouded and red. Obviously, the voice in my head snorted. Her parents are dead, Sherlock. Of couse she looks like shit!
I bent down and wrapped my arms around her. "Oh, Jess, it's okay," I soothed. "Everything's okay."
She turned to face me. "Oh, Alicia. How could he? I m-mean, he's real, right? So h-how could he of killed my p-parents?" she sobbed. "I s-swear, I'll f-fucking kill him!" She buried her head in my shoulder and sobbed.
I narrowed my eyes. "Lay a hand on him, Jess, and I'll kill you," I thought, and smiled. Evilly.
Somewhere in the dream world, Freddy Krueger smiled with me.
Phew! I'm finally done rewriting it! R & R! Updating soon! Oh, and I'll be updating my other fan fiction soon too!