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Chapter 6 – My somebody

It was like the night Jess's parents died all over again. I was sitting outside while police and hospital workers dragging two stretchers went past me.

But this time, I was alone. I was really, really alone.

I thought about Nancy, and Jesse from the second Nightmare, Alice, and Lori. They all had somebody. Nancy had Glen (until he died) and her father, I supposed, Jesse had his girlfriend (Lisa, was it?), Alice had her friends, and Lori had her friends and Will. I sighed. I had nobody. I had started off with Jess, her parents, Andrew, and my parents. Now I was left with no one, except maybe Nancy. But she wasn't much help, telling me I had to die!

A red Jaguar pulled up below me. I was sitting on the top step. I barely noticed a tall, thin, sad-looking woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a black dress step out.

"Miss Saunders?" a voice beside me made me jump. I looked up and saw a young police officer with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes looking down at me sympathetically. Remembering Andrew, I looked down. "Yeah?" I said softly.

He looked saddened. "Your aunt Victoria is here."

I looked up at him, confused. "What?" I vaguely remembered an Aunt Victoria, but from what I could remember she and my mother had gotten in a huge argument and never saw each other. "Am I staying with her?"

The cop looked around. "Uh, yeah."

I stood up. "What about the house? What about the stuff?"

The cop shrugged. "I don't know. I heard something about your parents leaving everything to your aunt Victoria until you were old enough."

I nodded. "Yeah. Can I get my stuff?"

The cop flushed. "Um."

I widened my eyes. "Please? I want my stuff."

He sighed. "Sure. Fine. But hurry." He turned and went down the steps to where my aunt Victoria was wringing her hands.

I shoved past the police and (to my horror) a stretcher with a bloodied white sheet covering either my mother or my father.

I raced up the stairs to my room and shut the door. I began carefully taking down all my posters. Thankfully, I had used tacks, not tape. When I had finished taking my posters down, I threw out all my Freddy posters except the one that had me in it. I dragged out my two gigantic luggages hidden in my closet and gently laid the posters down. Then I emptied my closet and drawers in the other luggage. I found that there wasn't enough room, so I pulled out the other two luggages. After that, I threw my two stuffed animals (a white dog with black spots named Boomer and an orange kitty named Tiger) into the luggage with my posters. I sighed, and cleaned my two table tops off (which were cluttered with picture frames, jewellery, etc.)

Finally, I was done (with four huge luggages). Sighing, I left my room and went downstairs.

There were clusters of cops all over the main floor. I went up to a strong-looking group and tapped one on the shoulder. I thought I looked like a pitiful, scared four-year-old asking for a favour and being intimidated.

"E-excuse me?" I asked. The cop I had tapped, a mean-looking man with closely shaved black hair and brown eyes, looked down at me.

I widened my eyes. "I-I'm leaving to g-go with my aunt, and I was wondering if you could help me carry my stuff down," I said pitifully. "I c-can't leave it behind."

His eyes softened. "Sure, kid." He looked over at the other cops. "McDonald, Pawlowski, Enfield, and Rogers. Come with me."

I led the five police officers up to my room. "I-I'm sorry it's so much," I blushed, looking down.

The black-haired cop smiled. "It's okay, kid." The four cops grabbed my luggages and dragged them down the stairs.

The black-haired cop looked at me. "You Alicia?" he asked.

I nodded.

He smiled again. "Good luck, Alicia," he told me, and went down the stairs. I looked back at the bedrooms and sighed. "Goodbye," I whispered, and went down the stairs.

I pushed past everyone (again) and went outside. The cops were still in the process of dragging my luggage down the outside stairs. I waited until they had gotten them down and began loading them in the Jaguar, and I went down too.

My aunt Victoria saw me and let out a cry. "Oh, Alicia!" she sobbed, and swept me up in a hug. I hugged her back. I was so tired and sad and full of anger at Freddy that I didn't quite take it what was happening. But I didn't care. After all, I needed somebody.

"Oh, Alicia, I never got to say sorry," she sobbed. "It was a stupid, pointless argument and I let it ruin our relationship! I've missed you, and your parents! Now I'll never see them again…. But I'm so glad you're all right."

Tears slipped down my cheeks. "Mom would've forgiven you," I whispered. "I know it."

She drew back and smiled through her tears. "Katherine is looking forward to seeing you."

I sniffed. "Katherine?"

She smiled. "My daughter. She's fourteen now, and she misses your terribly. Do you remember her?"

Come to think of it, I had. I was pretty sure I was twelve when the argument happened. Katherine was ten. We were inseparable.

I smiled and nodded.

Aunt Victoria hugged me again. "As you know, your parents left me the house, but this isn't the time to talk of such things. Do you have all your things?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now, let's go," she told me. She got up and entered the car.

I looked back one last time at my house. "Goodbye, house," I whispered, waving for a few seconds. Then I turned my back and climbed into the front seat.

The ride to Aunt Victoria's house wasn't too long. I was too tired to ask where exactly she lived. I knew one thing. I couldn't fall asleep, not yet.

The next thing I knew, Aunt Victoria was saying we were home. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake. Aunt Victoria helped me out of the car. I looked up at her house. It was pretty big, nice too.

"Katherine will be waiting up, I expect," she told me, opening the trunk. "Oh, dear, we'll have to take two trips." She took one luggage and dragged it to the front door.

I took another one and carried it to the front door. Aunt Victoria was already inside. She put my luggage near a set of stairs leading upstairs, and I left it there too. We immediately went out and brought the other two luggages inside. Then Aunt Victoria locked the front door, and sighed.

"Katherine?" she called.

"Yeah?" a sweet-sounding voice answered, and a girl appeared.

I stared at her, and she stared at me.

The girl was a little shorter than I, and she had short black hair that curled just under her ears. She had sapphire blue eyes, and she had a pale complexion. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with a purple tie.

I was sure she was taking me in as well. My golden hair was the only thing that looked decent. It fell softly on my shoulders. My blue eyes were reddened, and so was my nose. I was wearing a black Freddy t-shirt and blue jeans.

I half-smiled. "I don't usually look like this," I said shyly, gesturing downward.

Katherine smiled. "I do usually look like this."

We smiled at each other, and suddenly my eyes filled with tears. I missed this young girl who had once been my best friend.

Katherine blinked hastily and laughed. "I-I, well…."

"Oh, Kath, I missed you!" I cried, using her nickname.

"Me too!" Katherine sobbed, and we ran at each other and hugged tightly.

Aunt Victoria smiled sadly. "I'll be watching TV," she said sadly, and disappeared through a door.

We drew apart. Katherine looked at my t-shirt. "You like Freddy?" she asked.

"No," I said quickly. "Not anymore."

Katherine cocked her head. "Not anymore?" she asked.

I hesitated. Should I tell her? Would she hate me? Would she tell someone? I bit my lip.

Katherine shrugged. "If you don't want to explain, that's okay." Her eyes softened. "Freddy isn't exactly the best subject."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

She shrugged again. "It's just…. I've had experiences, alright?"

My mouth dropped open. "You…. Him…. You've SEEN him?" I managed to say.

She blushed. "Ummm. Yeah."

All my hesitation was gone. "Oh, my God! I thought…. I was alone…. Oh," I said, tears forming again in my eyes.

Katherine's eyes widened. "What's wrong, Alicia? What are you talking about?"

I took a deep breath. "There's a hell of a lot I need to tell you. Can we go up to your room?"

Katherine nodded. "Oh, yeah. Right."

She led me up the stairs. "Do you mind if we leave your stuff there for a while?" she asked, looking back at me. I shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

We continued up the stairs and when we reached the upstairs, she led me to her room immediately and opened the door.

I was a large room, and the ceiling sloped. It was high on the right side and continued downwards until the left side of the room had a rather short ceiling. It was painted purple with fake flowers everywhere. She had a large bed with a dark purple blanket and light purple pillows. She also had a TV, computer, and a desk around. Her ceiling was covered with pictures of her, what I assumed was her friends, and bands.

She grinned shyly. "It's not much," he admitted.

I smiled. "It's a lot. It's cool."

Katherine sat on her bed. I sat beside her.

"First off, Kath, tell me about when you saw Freddy," I began.

Katherine shrugged. "Well, it started when I rented "A Nightmare on Elm Street". I was bored, and it looked like it was good. It scared the crap out of me. That night, when I went to sleep, I…. I, well, woke up in Freddy's boiler room. It seemed too real, you know? I thought it was cool and scary. Then Freddy appeared." She paused. "W-when he, uh, scratched me, I expected it would hurt. You do feel stuff in dreams. He chased me for a while, finding it fucking hilarious, of course. When he had me cornered, h-he was about to stab me when suddenly I woke up. For real." She sighed. "I was totally surprised when I realized the wound he had given me in the dream was real. I had a couple other dreams after that. In one, I was a little girl with pigtails in a while dress skipping, and singing his freaky song. You know, the one that goes 'One, two Freddy's coming for you'."

I nodded. "Yeah. Well, I haven't had dreams like that, exactly."

She leaned back on her hands. "So, what's troubling you?" she asked.

"Kath, you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

She nodded. "I swear on my mom's life."

I sighed. "Look. T-try not to judge me, o-okay?"

She nodded again. "Alicia, I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but I know you. I won't judge anything you say."

I nodded.

"I guess it all started with the first Nightmare movie, like you. After seeing it, I had to see all the rest. After I had seen all seven (eight if you include 'Freddy vs. Jason') I became totally obsessed. There was just…. Something about Freddy. His creativity. His charm. His sarcastic wittiness. I was so totally obsessed." I sighed. "Then, one night, I dreamt about him. And he was real. I knew in that moment, as soon as I saw him step out of the darkness, that I loved him. Really, truly loved him. And he loved me. Or, so he said. After a few more dream visits, I was head-over-heels in love. I would've done anything for him. Eventually, I did." I paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "One night I slept over my best friend Jessica's house. That night, when I fell asleep, I saw Freddy. H-he told me that Jess's parents were bad, and for my sake he had to dispose of them. Part of me just knew he was lying. But he had something over me. He had enchanted me, somehow. I was like an eager puppy, willing to do and listen to anything my beloved master said. He killed them, Kath. I was right there and I didn't do a thing because I believed him. Then, I met a cop named Andrew. He would've helped me! But what did I do? I listened to Freddy once again. This time it was worse. I loved him so much, I killed for him. I killed Andrew, Kath. Because Freddy told me I had to. Then, I…. Oh Kath, I killed Jess! I killed her because Freddy TOLD ME TO! I started to feel bad. Seriously bad. And I began to wonder, did Freddy really love me? Then I met Nancy Thompson. I wished she would be there, and I dreamt about her. She told me…. She told me I was Freddy's weakness. I have to DIE for him to die. I confronted Freddy and he told me I was wrong. He said he'd just find someone else. Or else he'd kill me and I'd be his FOREVER. T-then he killed my parents, and I KNOW he doesn't love me. He never did! He crossed the line, and I've decided to screw dying. I'm going to kill him, and I'll make sure he won't come back!" I finished, breathing heavily.

Katherine started at me.

Tears slipped down my cheeks. "Please, Kath. Don't hate me. I-I never meant for any of this to happen. I j-just want it to end."

Kath burst into tears and hugged me tightly.

"S-so you don't hate me?" I asked shakily.

Kath laughed. "Oh, Alicia! I don't hate you." She drew back and smiled. "Freddy sounds like a total asshole. I don't blame you. But, how are you planning on killing him?" she asked.

I shrugged. "That's just it. Freddy is an over-confident bastard, but he has a point. I mean, he is basically invincible. I don't know how to kill him. I was thinking I would just fall asleep and just, go with it."

Katherine shook her head. "NO! That's what he expects, silly! You need a plan. You need…. An army!" she shouted.

I laughed. "Whoa. An army?"

Katherine nodded, excited. "Yeah! Like, you could be the leader, obviously. Then me, a-and Nancy! And…"

"Buffy! And Clarice, and while we're at it, how about Jess and Andrew? And Maggie, Freddy's daughter. Alice might be a good idea, and how about Lori and Will?" I suggested.

Katherine looked at me. "Are you saying you think we should start an army?"

I shrugged. "Why not? It's better than just us going in there!"

We giggled excitedly together. Forming an army of (so-called) fictional characters to fight another character who was supposed to be fictional probably doesn't seem very exciting, but to us it was. And I remembered, as we began to plan our army, why Katherine and I had been so close. We were so alike, it was a wonder we weren't sisters. I smiled. I finally had somebody. Katherine was my somebody.

Meanwhile, in the Dream World, Freddy Krueger watched as Katherine and the Alicia girl planned an army to defeat him.

"An army!" he snapped. "The nerve of that bitch, bringing her stupid little cousin into this!"

He laughed to himself. It was funny, really. Hysterical, that a stupid sixteen year old girl and her little cousin should think that they could kill him, even if they DID manage to form an army.

He frowned. An army, however, might be a problem. He could take them all, of course, but it wouldn't be easy. And Freddy Krueger, although he enjoyed a challenge, just wanted to kill these girls and be done. When he told Alicia that her dying wouldn't affect him, he was lying. If Jessica did kill Alicia, as that bitch Nancy had told her, then he would be finished before he could find someone else to take her place.

He sighed, frustrated. "Kids these days," he mumbled. "They just don't run around and then be killed like they used to."

Suddenly, he smiled. If the darling Alicia could form an army, why couldn't he? He had met enough evil beings in Hell to form an unbeatable army.

He grinned evilly. "You think you can stop me?" he growled. "Well, let's see how you and your army fare against the army from Hell!" he laughed.

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