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Chapter 3 – Regrets, and unexpected help

I cautiously peeked into the kitchen. Mom and Dad were standing there, identical looks of utter sadness on their faces. My heart sank.

"Alicia, darling," Mom said, "Jess…. Jess was killed last night."

I stared at her. I killed her, Mom! I wanted to scream. Me, your precious daughter…. Killing for Freddy Krueger!

But instead, I began to cry.

Mom and Dad rushed over and began hugging me, but I pushed them away. Ignoring the looks of shock on their faces, I muttered, "I just wanna be alone, okay?" and raced to my room.

When I reached my room, I locked the door.

I began pacing back and forth, arguing with myself.

"Oh, shit," I sobbed. "What have I done? I'm a killer!"

Freddy does it all the time, the cruel voice told me.

"I know, but have you noticed, Freddy is an evil, psychotic, bastard!"

Freddy wouldn't like you talking about him like that, the voice said angrily. After all he's done for you!

I snorted. "All he's done for me? All he's fucking done is kill my best friend's parents, and get me to kill my best friend, and a cop!"

He got rid of the people you didn't need in your life, you ungrateful bitch! The voice snarled.

I laughed. "Right. No, all he's done is get rid of the people I DO need!" I sat on my bed. "I mean, Andrew was going to help me. Jess would've helped me. Now, I have no one! I'm all alone!"

But you love Freddy, and he loves you, the voice said simply.

I moaned and buried my head in my hands. "I know!" I sobbed. "I do love him! But I just don't know if he loves me anymore!"

The voice was silent.

"I have to talk to Freddy," I thought, and lay down.

"No! Wait! I can't! He'll know I'm having doubts!" I sat back up.

I sighed, and glanced at my newest posters. I had two huge posters of a snarling black jaguar and a hissing tiger on my closet doors. I had moved the other posters. And on my ceiling, I had posters of my heroes (heroines, actually): Buffy (played by Sarah Michelle Gellar), Clarice Starling (played by Jodie Foster), and Nancy Thompson (played by Heather Langenkamp).

I sighed. "Oh, I wish they were here," I thought sadly. "Buffy would kick Freddy's ass, Clarice would outsmart him, and Nancy…. Well, Nancy would help me defeat him."

Suddenly, a peaceful feeling washed over me, and I closed my eyes. I wasn't afraid, or nervous. I just felt calm….

I opened my eyes. I was standing in front of 1428 Elm Street, but it wasn't the dark, evil, tattered house from the movies. The sun was shining, and the house looked as good as new.

"Hello, Alicia," a voice behind my said. I turned around and gasped.

Buffy Summers, Clarice Starling, and Nancy Thompson were standing behind me! My mouth dropped open. "B-but y-you guys a-aren't real!" I stuttered.

Buffy smiled. "Oh, and Freddy is?" Her eyes narrowed. "You needed help, we're here to give it to you."

Clarice nodded.

Nancy cleared her throat. Everyone looked at her. "Well," she started, "Are you sure you two should be here? I mean, Buffy, your specialty is vampires. Clarice, your thing is dealing with Dr. Lecter. My thing is kicking Freddy's ass."

Buffy and Clarice looked at each other. "I suppose you're right," said Clarice in her Southern accent. She looked at me. "But if you ever need help with Dr. Lecter, just call me."

Buffy grinned. "And if you ever have problems with vampires, call me."

They waved and disappeared.

Nancy turned to me. "So, Alicia, why don't you explain to me what's going on?" she asked softly.

I sighed. "I'm in love with Freddy. He killed my best friend's parents and…. And got me to kill my best friend and a cop. Now, I'm not sure if he loves me or not, and there's no one left to help me!"

Nancy smiled. "No one?" she asked.

I blushed. "Well, yeah, now there's you."

Nancy shook her head, no longer smiling. "Alicia, Freddy Krueger is dangerous. I defeated him once, but I let my guard down and he killed me. Only a handful of people have defeated him: Alice, Jesse, Kristen, Lori, and Me. Two out of the five are dead." She sighed. "He just keeps coming back."

"But there must be some way to kill him for good!" I exclaimed.

Nancy nodded. "Of course, there is. Everything has a weakness."

"So, what's his?" I asked impatiently.

She looked at me. "You."

I laughed shakily. "Haha. But he doesn't love me! He can't love me!" I looked down. "Can he?"

Nancy brought my head up. "Oh, honey, he doesn't love you. I doubt he's ever loved anyone or anything. But you're his weakness. Without you, he's nothing."

I cocked my head. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "When he killed your best friend's parents, where were you?"

"Right there."

"And who killed your best friend and the cop?" she asked.

"I did."

"Exactly!" she cried. "He can't kill without you. You don't necessarily have to do the killing, but you have to be there!"

"Oh." I puzzled over this. "Then why did he get me to kill for him?"

She smiled sadly. "So you wouldn't have any doubts. So you'd be his."

I laughed. "But I am having doubts!"

Nancy nodded. "Exactly. That proves you're a match for him. He just hasn't realized it yet."

"So…. I have to kill him?"

Nancy sighed. "Yes."

I cocked my head. "But you said I was his weakness!"

"You are. Without you, he's powerless. So, if you turn against him, then-"

I cut her off. "Usually, a weakness is a way to get to someone. What someone would normally do is, well, in this case, kill me."

Nancy looked down.

I laughed. "So that's it? I have to die for him to die?"

She barely nodded.

"What if I refuse?" I snapped. "What if I refuse to die?"

She looked at me. "Then, it's all up to you to kill him."

"Look, if I have to choose whether to die or to kill him, I'll choose killing him! I mean, if he kills me, well, I would've died anyways."

"Yes, but the other way guarantees he'll die," Nancy said.

"Who has to kill me?" I asked coldly.

"Alicia-"

"Who has to kill me?" I shouted.

She looked down. "Your friend Jessica."

"B-but, she wouldn't!" I stuttered. "I know Jess. She wouldn't kill me!"

Nancy looked up at me. "You have the choice. You can either let Jess kill you and destroy Freddy, or take your chances killing him. I'll need your answer in two days time." She began to fade away.

"No!" I shouted. "Don't I have a good chance killing Freddy?"

She looked sad. "I did, too," she said, "But he came back."

I woke up in my room.

I began to laugh and cry at the same time. "Oh, this is so ironic," I sobbed. "I h-have to die to kill Freddy!"

Or, screw Nancy Thompson and kill him yourself! Snapped the smart part inside me.

I groaned. "But what if he kills me? Then he-" I sat up. "Wait. If he kills me, won't he just die anyways?" I asked myself.

Didn't Nancy say Jess had to kill you? The voice asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. But I do know I'm gonna have to think about this." I sighed.

"I never thought I'd have to decide between dying and killing Freddy Krueger", I sobbed.

Could I kill the man I still loved, even now? Could I find a loophole so that I didn't have to just give up and die, even if it meant the destruction of Freddy?

Or, maybe, could I find some way to perhaps control Freddy?

Yeah. I had a hell of a lot of thinking to do over the next two days, that I knew for sure.

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