Disclaimer: Alright! I don't own Freddy, or anything to do with NOES. I just own my own creations. Sigh
Chapter 2 – I would kill for youI sat beside Jess outside. We were both wrapped in identical blankets, shivering despite the fact that it was summer.
The cop in front of us sighed. He was an older man, about 40-something. He had brown hair and a buzz cut. Beside him was a young cop, maybe about 18 or 19. He had closely shaven blonde hair and blue eyes. He shot me a sympathetic glance and I smiled.
The older cop cleared his throat. "My name is Detective James Brown."
The younger cop glanced at the older cop. "Uhh. My name is Officer Andrew Jackson."
Detective Brown smiled down at us, but it wasn't exactly a warm smile. "Now, did you girls hear anything suspicious, or see anything?" he asked.
Jess sobbed. I patted her back. "N-no, Detective," I said sorrowfully. "We were asleep. We had been watching movies all night."
"What movies?" Officer Jackson asked. Detective Brown glared at him.
"The Nightmare on Elm Street movies," I answered, looking down. Detective Brown sighed.
"We think that someone broke into the house, killed your parents, and left," he said. "Did you, by any chance, lock your bedroom door, Miss Roberts?"
Jess jerked her head up. "Jess," she said quietly.
Detective Brown looked taken aback. "Yes…. Jess. Did you lock your door, Jess?"
She nodded.
Detective Brown sighed. "Well then. You girls stay here. Miss Saunders," he said, looking at me, "I understand your parents will be here soon."
I nodded.
He turned back to Jess. "And you, Jess, your aunt will be here shortly to pick you up." With that, he left.
I sighed, and Jess lowered her head.
Officer Jackson sat beside me. "You okay?" he asked.
I looked at him. "Sure."
He looked around. "Actually, Alicia, they're not sure what happened. Everything was locked."
I cocked my head. "Why are you telling us this?" Jess was listening as well.
He blushed. "Well…. I don't think it's right. You should know exactly what the police know."
I smiled. "Thanks."
"Anyhow, they think the weapons were some kind of knives. Maybe blades."
At the word 'blades', Jess whimpered.
I glared at her, and she mistook my shut-the-fuck-up-don't-get-Freddy-in-trouble look for a shut-up-he'll-think-we're-crazy look.
He looked at Jess. "What?"
Jess shook her head softly.
"C'mon. You can tell me. I can help catch the guy"
I had just opened my mouth when Jess spoke up. "It was Freddy."
I honestly felt like killing her right then. I looked quickly at Officer Jackson.
He cocked his head. "Freddy?"
"It was no one-," I said, but Jess cut me off. "Stop it, Alicia. It was Freddy Krueger. He killed them. Alicia saw him do it." I lowered my head. Nice, Jess. Nice.
He looked at me. "Is that true?" he asked slowly.
I sighed. "Yes," I muttered angrily.
He shook his head. "Wow. I mean…. He's not real though. How could he kill them?"
Jess snorted. "I knew it." She stood up. "L-let's go, Alicia."
Officer Jackson stood up. "Wait. I know…. I mean, I don't think you'd lie." He was staring at me. "I just-"
He was cut off by the shout of, "Alicia! Oh, my God!" My mother and father were running towards me. "Great," I muttered, and Officer Jackson looked at me questioningly.
My mother hugged me extremely hard. "Oh, baby! I thought you'd been killed!" she sobbed. My father was right behind her, his face twisted with worry. He hugged me too, although not as hard. "Alicia, oh, I'm glad you're alright."
I hugged them both back. "Yeah. I'm fine." I looked down at Jess. My parents followed my stare.
"Oh, Jess, honey," she said awkwardly, patting her head. "I'm sorry."
Just then, a black Porsche pulled up. A tall, thin woman wearing black leather pants and a tight red top got out. Her vibrant red hair was piled on her head, and she had cold silver-blue eyes. She walked over to us.
"Alicia," she said, spitting it out like it left a bad taste in her mouth. I glared at her in return.
She eyed my parents up and down. "Well, Mr and Mrs. Saunders, I can take my niece from here," she said frostily. They nodded stiffly.
She pulled Jess up roughly. "Come on, Jessica, we're going," she snapped. Jess looked up. "Oh. I thought the cop meant Aunt Nicole was coming. Not you, Aunt Regina."
She narrowed her eyes. "Nicole was unavailable to pick you up. But do not worry, Jessica, I am dropping you off at her house."
Jess looked glad. Well, who wouldn't be? We all hated her Aunt Regina.
Jess looked at me. "Bye, Leesha," she said.
"Bye, Jess," I said sadly.
With one last haughty look at all of us, she pushed Jess in her car, got in herself, and drove off.
I sighed.
Mom wrung her hands. "Oh, honey. We've got to get you home." She looked at Officer Jackson. "Thank you, Officer."
He smiled. "Please. Call me Andrew." He looked at me. "Take care, Miss Saunders," he said. When my parents had turned around, he whispered, "I believe you, Alicia. I'll work on it."
I nodded, a lump in my throat.
I followed my parents to their white Viper and got in the backseat. My parents got in and drove away, chattering about how horrible it was, and poor Jess.
I was so tired. So very tired. I leaned against the window, trying to stay awake, but I was so damn tired….
Screeeeech!
I jerked up and groaned. Once again, I was sitting in the middle of a boiler room. Instead of getting up, I just sat there, staring into the darkness.
Freddy didn't appear.
It occurred to me that he might be angry with me. I was horrified.
"Freddy!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. "Oh, Freddy, I'm sorry! I couldn't have lied right there in front of Jess! She would've suspected something!"
I heard a faint screeching sound in the darkness.
"Freddy?" I called, louder.
The faint screeching got louder as well.
Tears slipped down my cheeks. "Freddy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tell Jess! I didn't mean for two people to know what you did!"
Freddy stepped out of the darkness. I let out a small gasp of surprise.
His head was down, so I couldn't see his expression.
"F-Freddy?" I said cautiously.
He looked up.
I let out a soft yelp and began to desperately crawl backwards. His expression was that of the utmost rage. His eyes burned with anger. He began to walk towards me.
I continued to crawl backwards, never taking my eyes off Freddy. For the first time, I was actually scared of him. Fear gnawed at my stomach and made me sick.
"You-ruined-everything," he said slowly, each word burning with rage.
"I-I'm sorry!" I stuttered. "J-Jess would've f-figured it out! S-she told the c-cops! Not m-m-me!"
Freddy continued to come towards me.
"Screw this!" I screamed. I scrambled up and began walking backwards.
"Look F-Freddy," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I'm sorry I told Jess. Actually, I didn't tell Jess. All I said was, 'Jess, your parents' or something like that. She figured it out by herself. And SHE told the cop, NOT me!"
Freddy stopped. So did I.
Suddenly, he disappeared.
I stood still. I felt frozen. Fear had paralysed my body.
I felt a stinging pain shoot across my back, and able to move, I turned around.
Freddy stood in front of me, his blades dripping blood. I felt my back. It was wet. My eyes bulged. "Y-you cut me, y-you asshole," I said in awe.
"That's for being a stupid bitch!" he snarled, and slashed me across the face. I stumbled backwards.
"W-what? Stop!" I cried.
He roared and swung his claws again. This time, they sliced into my arm.
I yelped and fell to the ground. I put my arms up defensively and felt him slash my arm again. I screamed in agony. "Freddy! Stop! I…. I love you!" I yelled, expecting to feel the blades sink into my stomach. But nothing happened. I lowered my arms, sat up, and looked around.
Freddy was nowhere to be seen.
I got shakily to my feet, and inspected my wounds. They weren't too deep, and the blood had already slowed. I couldn't see the one on my back, but it felt like it too wasn't too bad.
I sighed. Where had Freddy gone? I thought it might be time to wake myself up.
"No," growled a voice right behind me.
I swallowed my scream and turned around. Obviously, Freddy was right behind me. I raised my arms defensively and closed my eyes, steeling myself for him to start slashing me again.
But he gently lowered my arms. I opened my eyes. The expression of anger was gone, replaced by…. Was that regret?
I backed up a step. "Y-you're not gonna try to kill me?" I asked shakily.
He shook his head. "No."
I relaxed slightly. "O-oh. O-okay."
He touched my arm and I flinched, looking away. I felt him run his blades softly down my face. A solitary tear fell to the floor, and I wiped any more away.
"I'm sorry," he said gently. Once again, the small part of me that still had some sense was scoffing, telling me he was faking it.
But I silenced it.
"You're what?" I said in awe. I couldn't remember Freddy ever saying sorry. Well, maybe I could.
"I'm sorry, darlin'," he said again.
I smiled. "It's okay," I whispered.
He continued to stroke my cheek. "I know it's not your fault. But now, there is…. Business to be taken care of, and I need you to take care of it for me."
I looked at him. "What?" I asked.
He smiled. "I need you to dispose of someone for me."
My heart leapt at the thought of making Freddy happy.
"Okay!" I squealed like a child. Freddy smirked. "Great," he growled. "One more thing. If you're going to kill for me, you'll need to look like me."
I cocked my head.
The next thing I knew, I was standing alone in the boiler room in front of a mirror. I gasped. I was wearing a brown fedora hat over my blonde hair. I was also wearing a red-and-green striped sweater, and slightly baggy brown pants. I raised my right hand. I had a claw on it, just like Freddy! I grinned at my reflection. The only differences were my hair, and the fact that I wasn't burnt. I swung my blades at invisible opponents and smiled evilly. This was fun!
Suddenly, I heard something hit the hard concrete floor and moan. I spun around, claw at the ready.
Officer Jackson, or Andrew, was sitting on the floor, looking dazed. I gasped. I couldn't kill him! I liked him!
Who do you like more? A voice inside me asked cruelly. Are you going to defend Andrew, or are you going to be loyal to Freddy? You know Freddy loves you. But do you know that Andrew loves you? Or even cares about you? NO!
I nodded. Yeah.
Andrew spotted me and gasped. "Alicia? What the hell are you wearing! Why do you look like Freddy Krueger?"
I ignored him.
He got up. "Alicia? Hello?"
I glared at him. "Shut up," I snarled.
Andrew looked surprised. Even I was surprised at how much I sounded like Freddy.
He began to slowly come towards me, like I was a rabid dog. I didn't like it.
I lunged at him, but he caught he and wrapped his arms around me, restraining me. I did, however, kick and struggle and scream.
"Alicia! Stop!" he said in my ear, and I stopped.
"Good," he said, and loosened his hold. I began to pretend to sob. "A-Andrew? Why am I here?"
He let go of me and turned me around. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I smiled. "Yup. I'm fine."
I swung my blades at him.
I caught him right in the face. I slashed across his nose and right eye. He screamed and stumbled backwards, his hand over his eye.
"Alicia! What the fuck are you doing! I want to help you!" he yelled.
I laughed. "I don't need any help," I growled. "Your days of helping are over, Officer Jackson."
His left eye was wide and full of fear. He screamed, "No!" just as I plunged my blades into his stomach.
His mouth opened. I pulled my blades out of his stomach. His hands went to his stomach, and he looked down. He looked back up at me. "Aleesha?" he slurred. I regarded him with cold eyes. He gave one last, "Oh," and fell to the floor.
I had expected to feel overwhelming sadness, or shock, or even disgust. But I felt nothing but a cruel satisfaction. "This is what Freddy feels," I realized.
Suddenly, Freddy appeared beside me. He took in Andrew's dead body gleefully. "My darlin' Alicia, you did it!" he said, and hugged me. I was pleasantly surprised, and basked in his praise. When he released me, I said shyly, "I-It wasn't as bad as I thought."
Freddy grinned. "Of course it wasn't. Not, darlin', it's time for you to wake up."
I opened my eyes and sat up. I was in my bed, so I figured Mom and Dad had carried me up.
I smiled. Freddy wasn't angry with me anymore! I felt a tiny twinge of guilt when I thought of Andrew. But it soon passed.
Rrrrring! Rrrring!
I picked up my phone. "Hello?" I yawned into it.
"Alicia?" It was Jess, and she sounded pissed.
"What is it, Jess?" I asked, quickly awake.
"You bitch! Freddy killed Andrew! And YOU were there!"
"Where the fuck did you get that?" I asked angrily. Well, she was almost right.
"So it's true?"
"No! I wanna know who told you that bullshit!" I snapped into the phone.
A pause. "Someone I met. Someone who knows Freddy."
"A friend of Freddy?" I asked impatiently.
I could almost see Jess smile. "Not exactly a friend."
I groaned. "Well, then, why are you listening to him or her?"
Jess snorted. "Because it's something Freddy would do! And you'd let him! I bet you're working with him!"
"Fuck you," I snarled, and hung up the phone.
Crap! I began to panic. What was I gonna do? I had to talk to Freddy! I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes….
I woke up in Freddy's boiler room. But this time, I wasn't alone!
"Jess?" I asked in awe.
She glared at me. "I'm here to kill Freddy, and you had BETTER not stand in my way!"
I glared at her.
Just then, Freddy appeared.
He smiled when he saw me, but frowned when he saw Jess.
"What are you doing here?" he growled.
Jess glared at him. "You killed my parents, and you killed Andrew!" she snapped. "Now, I'm going to kill YOU!"
Freddy laughed and disappeared.
Up for another kill? Freddy asked in my ear. I nodded.
Jess turned to me and gasped. "I knew it! You are working with him!" I assumed I was in the Freddy outfit.
I began to walk towards her, scratching my blades along the wall.
Screeech. Screech. Screeeeeech.
Jess looked horrified and began to back away. "Alicia…. You wouldn't kill me, would you?"
I smiled. "I killed Andrew, Jessica. You think I wouldn't kill you?"
"B-but we're best friends!" she stuttered.
I glared at her. "You're trying to kill Freddy," I growled. "My Freddy." I disappeared and reappeared behind her. "No one messes with MY Freddy!" I roared.
She screamed and began to run. I laughed. "How juvenile," I chuckled.
I followed her, screeching with my blades, tormenting her until she fell on her knees in fear.
I appeared in front of her. She looked up at me, tears rolling down her face. "Leesha," she whispered. "Why are you doing this?"
I snarled. "I love Freddy," I told her.
Her eyes widened with understanding. "He's controlling you, isn't he! I can help you!" she cried.
I ignored her. "Goodbye, Jess. Say hi to your parents from me," I growled.
She lowered her head. "Goodbye, Alicia," she muttered quietly.
I stabbed my blades through her neck, and yanked them out. She fell forward. I kicked her over on her back. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was struggling to make words. I dug my blades into her belly and tore them across and out. Her eyes went blank.
I backed away. Blood had pooled all around her. I was breathing heavily. I probably would've started crying, but Freddy appeared beside me and hugged me.
"It's okay," he said. "You did the right thing. Now, all our obstacles are gone. No one will ever know anything," he soothed, running his blades through my hair.
I felt better.
However, the small part of me that had warned me against Freddy had gotten a bit bigger.
And, for the first time, I actually began to wonder if Freddy really did love me, or if he was using me.
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