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Chapter 4 – Crossing the line

Day One of the two days I had to decide whether I was going to kill Freddy, or let myself be killed.

I went downstairs for breakfast and ignored my parents' pleading, sorrowful looks. I ate my cereal mechanically, and then went back upstairs.

I had a major headache. My Freddy part, as I called it, and my non-Freddy part were arguing in my mind. I groaned.

She should die! Argued my non-Freddy part. That way, Freddy will die for sure!

Yeah, scoffed the Freddy part. The unknown hero. Come on! She should kill Nancy, how about that?

"Stop it!" I screamed. Wow. You know you're insane when you yell at yourself.

I sank to the floor. The problem was that I still loved Freddy. Every time I thought about him, my stomach felt pleasantly funny. My feelings for him were so strong I was starting to get a little afraid. No one but Jess understood, and now she was dead. I killed her.

"How am I supposed to kill Freddy?" I thought to myself. "I mean, won't he just come back and use me all over again? Besides, can I really kill him?"

I thought about "Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare." I had ranted and raved about how unfair it was that after escaping death for years, a pitiful thing like blowing him up could destroy him. However, when "Freddy vs. Jason" came out, I felt better.

"Maybe I could blow him up", I muttered to myself. "And if that doesn't work, I guess I'll just have to die."

It was strange, thinking about actually letting Jess kill me. If that happened, I would be the unknown hero. No one would ever know what I had saved them from. I sighed.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

I glanced at it. I assumed it was for my parents, since I didn't expect anyone to call me. They'd get it downstairs. But it continued to ring.

Muttering under my breath, I got up and looked at the screen, and my blood ran cold.

The screen read: Krueger, Fred.

And underneath it read: Unknown number.

I gulped and stared at the ringing phone. This couldn't be happening. Unless…. Unless I had fallen asleep! But had I?

Slowly, I reached out for the phone. I picked it up and hesitantly brought it to my ear.

"H-hello?" I whispered.

No answer.

"Hello?" I asked again, louder this time.

"One, two Freddy's coming for you, three, four better lock your door, five, six grab your crucifix, seven, eight gonna stay up late, nine, ten never sleep again," a soft, high voice sang from the other end.

I took a deep breath. "F-funny, Freddy. Funny."

"He knows," said a girl's voice sadly.

I laughed shakily into the phone. "Knows what?"

"He knows, silly. That you know you're his weakness," said the girl.

"Help me," I whimpered into the phone.

"No one can help you now, darlin'," chuckled Freddy's voice. "You made sure of that!" Freddy began to laugh. "And now I'm free to come for you!"

I screamed and slammed the phone down.

"Oh, shit, he knows!" I sobbed. He didn't care about keeping me in love with him. I had to wake up now, or he'd kill me and then I'd never be able to defeat him!

I took a deep breath. "Make sure you're dreaming, Alicia," I told myself firmly. "You could just be going insane."

I cautiously left my room and went down the stairs.

"Mom? Dad?" I called.

No answer.

I slowly made my way into the kitchen. No one there. There was no one in the family room and dining room either.

That left the basement.

I stared at the basement door. "Fuck no," I muttered. "No way I'm going down there!"

Just then a scream came from behind the door.

I groaned. "I guess I am going down there," I thought.

I turned the doorknob and the door swung open. A reddish light was coming from the bottom of the steep stairs leading to the basement.

I gathered my courage. "Look," I told myself fiercely, "Don't let any lovey-dovey feelings get in the way. Freddy will kill you as soon as he sees you. He doesn't love you and never will. You are strong. You must me, if he gets his power from you! Now show Freddy Krueger what happens to people who mess with me!"

I bravely descended the stairs, and walked around the corner.

The basement was covered in blood.

The sandy brown leather couches and chair were splattered with dark red blood. The carpet looked as if it had been dyed red, and the walls were smeared with blood.

In the middle of the basement were my parents.

I covered my mouth and backed against a wall.

My parents looked as if they had been eaten. They were just a mass of blood and squishy-looking things with hair and tattered clothing.

A pang of fear crawled down my spine. He's good at finding out what hurts the most! That girl from "Freddy's Dead" had said that.

Well, nothing hurt me, but something sure scared me. "No," I whispered, shaking my head, "No, no, NO!"

Hannibal Lecter stepped out of the darkness. His mouth and navy blue prision uniform were stained with blood. He licked his lips, smiling insanely.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he commented, looking at the remains of my parents.

I barely noticed Freddy in a corner, leaning against the wall. He was smiling, tapping his blades against the wall. My attention was on Hannibal Lecter.

"Okay," I thought, "This is a problem."

Why is it a problem? Asked my inner voice. The good inner voice. Because you're scared of him? Come on. Ask yourself, why isn't Freddy doing this to you himself? Does he mean for you to be killed? Or is he just trying to scare you?

I stared at Hannibal Lecter, and a grin spread across my face.

In the corner, Freddy stopped smiling.

"Wow. Like, seriously, Freddy. Are you too scared to deal with me on your own? You have to conjure up some fictional character to scare me?" I giggled. "Good going. But I'm not scared, because I know he's not real!" I shouted the last part.

Hannibal Lecter disappeared.

Freddy scowled and stepped into the center of the room. "So, you know my secret, huh bitch? Did lovely Nancy tell you that you had to die to kill me?" He snickered. "She's wrong. If you die, I'll just find someone else. There will always be someone else."

I shook my head. "You're lying."

He shrugged. "Am I? Do you want to find out? Do you want Jessica to kill you, only to realize seconds before you die that it didn't work?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Then I'll kill you."

He laughed. "Sure you will. And how do you expect to do that?"

I snorted. "I wouldn't tell you, asshole."

"That's because you don't know. Don't you see?" he chuckled, spreading his arms wide, "I am invincible! I can never die! It doesn't matter what you stupid children do, I always come back!"

I looked at my parents. "Are they really dead?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

His eyes flashed. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

"If they're dead, I'll fucking kill you!" I snarled, and launched myself at him.

He grunted in surprise as I tackled him to the floor. I pinned his arms down and sat on his stomach.

"Are they dead?" I snarled angrily.

"Get off me, bitch!" he snarled back.

"Not until you fucking tell me-OW!" I screamed, letting go of his arms to inspect a cut he had given me.

He took the opportunity. He slashed my upper chest and kicked me off of him.

He stood up, breathing heavily. "Does it hurt, bitch?" he hissed.

I struggled to sit up, and inspected the four long scratches along my upper chest. They didn't seem too bad, although they were bleeding a lot.

I stood up shakily and glared at him. "You are shit," I spat.

In a flash he had me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. His fingers tightened their grip as he ran his blades down the wall beside me.

"Who's shit now, darlin'?" he snarled.

I responded by struggling to get free.

He laughed, and ran one blade down my cheek, cutting it. I winced in pain.

"Let me go," I rasped.

He shook his head. "Sorry, Alicia, but I can't. Gotta look out for myself, you know?" He brought his blades to my stomach so the tips gently pressed against it. "Have fun in hell, bitch," he laughed. "Tell them Freddy sent ya!"

I closed my eyes and prepared to feel horrible pain. But instead, I heard snarls. I felt the pressure at my throat disappear and I fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

Freddy stood, his back to me. In front of him were a large tiger and a large jaguar, both snarling, teeth bared.

A vision of my posters flashed through my mind. "They're the ones from my tiger and jaguar posters!" I thought in amazement.

Freddy turned his head and glared at me. "Did you send these things here?" he snapped.

I rubbed my throat. "No," I rasped, "But I'd say you're in a spot of trouble, Mr. Krueger."

The two big cats crouched down.

I crawled away from Freddy and hid under a table.

The tiger leapt first, crashing into Freddy and bringing him down. His claws tore at Freddy's sweater, and Freddy's blades were nothing compared to the tiger's claws and razor-sharp teeth.

The jaguar jumped on Freddy next, and began tearing at his face. Freddy yelled in pain and tried slashing and stabbing the cats with his blades, but they continued to attack him.

I closed my eyes. Even now, I couldn't stand to see Freddy being torn apart. I knew they wouldn't kill Freddy, however, they had bought me some time to wake the hell up.

Using the fingernails of my thumb and index finger, I pinched myself hard.

I woke up in my bed, obviously. I immediately looked at my tiger and jaguar posters. They were the exact same, except that their paws and muzzles were covered in red.

I sighed, and remembered my parents being a mass of blood on the floor in the basement. I took a deep breath and got up. I made my way downstairs.

There was no one in the family room, dining room, or kitchen. Now, I had to look in the basement. Again.

I yanked open the door, but this time there was no reddish light. I bounded down the stairs and rounded the corner.

My parents sat on the couch, watching TV. I sighed in relief and went over to them. "Oh, Mom, I had the weirdest dream that-" I looked down. There was a pool of blood at my feet. I looked up at my parents. My dad was sitting against the back of the couch. Blood poured from his throat. My mom was leaning against him. I hesitantly touched her shoulder, and her head slid off and landed on my dad's lap.

I ran upstairs screaming my head off. I grabbed the phone and dialled 9-1-1.

"Hello?" asked a bored-sounding female voice.

"My parents are dead!" I screamed into the phone.

"Excuse me?" the voice sounded more alert.

"My parents are dead, you stupid bitch! What don't you understand?" I screamed.

"What do you mean?"

"They were murdered! I was asleep and I woke up and found them downstairs! He killed them, that asshole, he killed them!"

"Okay, honey," said the voice, now sounding concerned. "Can you give me your address?"

"1428 Elm Street," I sobbed.

There was a pause. "Excuse me?"

I could've hit myself. "Oh, sorry. Um, I live on 8 Rose Drive."

"Okay. Now, do you know who killed them?"

"Freddy-I mean, no, no, I don't! Just send someone over here now!" I screamed.

"Okay, okay. An ambulance is coming. You stay right where you are, okay?"

I hung up the phone and slid to the floor.

Tears poured down my face. First it was Mr and Mrs. Roberts. Then I killed Jess and Andrew. And now, Freddy Krueger had gone too far. He had killed my parents. "And I never even got to say I love you," I thought sadly.

But a rage was building inside me. Screw being the noble hero and letting myself die. That might not work. He had screwed with the wrong girl. I was going to kill that bastard, and I was going to make sure he never came back from hell. Freddy Krueger had no idea who he was dealing with.

Sorry I took so long to update!( I will definitely be updating "Marriage Can Be Hell" tomorrow! Read and review!