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Chapter 6 – Memories

Even though Katherine was sleeping soundly beside me in her bed, I still read through our notes. We had spent a good part of the night listing people that would be 'valuable assets' to our army.

We had come up with about eight people, which would be ten including us: Nancy Thompson, Buffy Summers, Clarice Starling, Alice Johnson, Maggie Burroughs (or Katherine Krueger, whatever she preferred), Lori, Jess, and Andrew.

We figured that was good enough. And hell, we didn't even have to train them.

I sighed and leaned back against the headboard.

I was a bit worried about my feelings for Freddy. In the beginning, I really had loved him. I knew now he was evil, a bastard, sickening, blah, blah, blah. But my feelings couldn't just be turned off like a faucet! I just had to remember to keep my feelings hidden, and to remember what Freddy really was.

I thought back to the first time I had met Freddy. The night, I supposed, this whole thing started….

I giggled to myself and shut the TV. I popped the DVD out of the player and put it back into the case. "That was the fucking best movie I've ever seen!" I announced to the empty room. I had just finished watching "A Nightmare on Elm Street." I was fourteen years old, almost fifteen. "I cannot believe I've never heard of this before!" At that moment, Nancy Thompson became my hero. I adored her. She was so strong, and smart!

However, I had also noticed Freddy Krueger. Something about him intrigued me. His dark humour (cutting off his fingers in front of Tina), his deep raspy voice (which I secretly found sexy), and basically just him sent chills up my spine.. He was so mysterious and dark, and evil. I loved it.

I yawned. It was late.

I trudged up the stairs, past my parents' bedroom (I heard whispering and instinctively hurried past), threw open my door, entered my room, and locked the door.

Yawning the whole time, I changed into my pj's and climbed into bed. Sighing happily, I closed my eyes with Freddy's laughing face in my mind.

Screeeeeeech. Screech. I opened my eyes and sat up. "What the hell?" I muttered. For about a minute, I was totally confused.

I was sitting on a front step of a house, I assumed, facing a street that looked suspiciously like Elm Street. In front of me, three little girls clad in white were skipping and singing.

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.

Suddenly, it all clicked. Those were the kids from the movie! And this was the fucking street!

In a daze, I looked behind me.

I was sitting on the front step of 1428 Elm Street!

I backed away from the house in awe. This dream felt so…. Real.

"It is real," said a deep, raspy voice in my ear.

My heart pounding, I turned around and came face-to-face with Freddy Krueger himself.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. He grinned and clicked his blades. "This is sooo cool!"

A flicker of surprise passed over his face, but was quickly gone.

"Hello, darlin'," he rasped. "Like it?"

I spun around. "Like it? I love it! It's amazingly realistic!"

He laughed, and my heart burst with joy. "It is real, Alicia. It's my world."

I giggled. "Wow. Sweet world." He bowed formally. "Thanks."

I cocked my head. Suddenly, it occurred to me that Freddy wasn't acting like he did in the movie. You know, all mean and stuff.

"Freddy? How come you're not, like, stalking me and trying to kill me? Not that I'm complaining," I added quickly.

Freddy smiled and ran his blades gently down my arm. "You're different from the other brats, Alicia. You're not a stupid, mindless bitch." I giggled. "We're alike, you and I."

"O-oh?" I asked.

He came closer. "Yes. And this," he said, gesturing around him, "Can be yours too."

I shook my head. Oh, I was obsessed with him. When he told me his world could be mine, I nearly died.

After that, we had other 'encounters.' Mostly he showed me around his world. You know, the boiler room, his house, etc. Then… oh boy. Then, it was the first time we kissed….

I was, once again, sitting on the front step of 1428 Elm Street. Freddy was sitting beside me. I was watching all the little children, dressed in white. They were either skipping, singing, or playing catch.

I sighed. "Don't you ever get tired of this, Freddy?" I asked, turning to face him.

He frowned. "No, not really. There's always something to do, but the little brats do get annoying. HEY, PIGLETS!" he yelled. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The kids merely glanced at him and continued whatever they were doing.

I giggled. "Thanks anyway, Freddy."

He looked at me straight in the eyes. I could feel myself drowning in his clear blue eyes.

"Freddy…." I trailed off. He put his index blade to my lips.

I watched in awe as he came closer until our noses were almost touching. "You're mine, darlin'," he whispered, and kissed me.

I felt like I was floating. I felt pleasantly warm and tingly inside, and his lips felt warm too. It was better than I could've expected.

I sat up straight. "No!" I muttered, shaking my head. I couldn't do this anymore. It was too painful.

But the memories were struggling to escape, and even though I struggled to keep them back, they broke through.

Freddy and I were walking down Elm Street, holding hands. He pointed out all his victim's houses as I gazed at him adoringly….

"NO!" I screamed, clutching my head. I didn't…. want…. to remember!

I was in Freddy's boiler room, peeking breathlessly around a corner. I quickly scanned the surrounding area, but I didn't see Freddy. I felt blades on my shoulder and squealed. I took off running, throwing glances behind me. I climbed a ladder and raced around, trying to avoid Freddy. But I eventually crashed into him, and he wrapped his arms around me. "Gotcha," he whispered in my ear as I giggled and squealed happily…

I screamed again. I couldn't do this. I loved him. I fucking love him! How can I kill him! Katherine woke with a start beside me. "Alicia?" she asked worriedly, but I continued to scream and thrash around.

Freddy sat on the front steps of his house, watching with a sly grin on his face as I skipped with the little girls, making my voice high-pitched and singing his song. I threw Freddy amused glances.

"Having fun?" he called lazily.

I grinned. "Oh yes, Freddy!" I squeaked.

He tapped his chin with his blades. "To each her own," he said with a glint in his eye….

"Alicia! Alicia!" Katherine shook me urgently. "Stop," I whimpered, clutching my head. "I don't wanna kill him, I love him, and he's mine! My Freddy, my Freddy."

Katherine sighed. "I don't want to do this." She slapped me hard, across the face.

I blinked and stopped screaming. I slowly let go of my head.

Katherine hugged me. "What happened, Alicia?"

I let out a big breath. "Just caught up in some memories," I muttered. "I'm trying to get them out of my system now, so when I'm about to kill Freddy a romantic memory doesn't come back and make me go all sad and mushy."

Katherine looked at me strangely. "You sure you're okay?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yup. I'm fine. Really."

She gave me one last look and turned over on her side. "Goodnight, Alicia."

"Night, Kath."

I rubbed my eyes. There was one more memory I had to get out of the way. I really didn't want to think about it. It had remained hidden, but after I murdered Jess and Andrew it surfaced again.

Freddy took my hand in his. "Darlin'," he whispered, staring deep into my eyes, "How would you like to help me do something?"

I looked away. "What do you mean?"

He chucked me under the chin with his index blade and turned my head to look at him. "Just a favour, really. I seem to have…. Lost my touch. I need you to help me get it back."

I cocked my head. "What?"

He sighed. "I need you to follow me, okay? No matter where I go. I need to…. See something."

I nodded. "Sure."

He grinned and took my hand. "Hold on, darlin'," he rasped.

Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, and when I looked around, I realized we were in a child's bedroom. A little girl's room, actually.

It was painted a soft pink, with a large window to the left with soft white curtains. There was a canopy bed that was against the north wall, with a pink bedspread, dark pink pillows, and very light pink curtains, which fell around the bed.

A figure moved within the bed and moaned slightly. The figure sat up, and stepped out of bed.

It was a little girl, probably about six or seven. She had long blonde hair and warm brown eyes. She was clad in a long purple nightgown, and in her left hand she clutched the paw of a soft brown teddy bear.

Her eyes widened when she saw Freddy. "Bad man," she said, backing away.

Instinctively, I went to her and picked her up. "Shhhh, honey. He's not a bad man. He won't hurt you," I soothed. She gave me a small smile. "Are you my babysitter?" she asked sweetly. I smiled back. "Yes. Babysitter."

Freddy frowned at me.

I shrugged. "What? She's scared," I told him.

He sighed. "Darlin', I need to…. Dispose of this girl."

I nearly dropped her. I hugged her tightly. "What? NO! She's a little kid, Freddy! You can't…." I trailed off. In the movie, Freddy killed Tina, Rob, and Glen. He was a child murderer. He killed children. Of course he could kill this little girl!

Freddy sighed again. "Alicia, this girl is…. Evil. Yes. She's evil. She may not show it now, but she is. She's going to grow up to be a bad person."

I looked at the girl. Come to think of it, she WAS too sweet….

I stopped there. I couldn't bring myself to remember what happened next. I knew, anyways. I didn't need to relive it.

Freddy killed her, as I watched. I gave him his power.

But not anymore, I vowed. No more would I let Freddy Krueger get the best of me.

I leaned back, sighing, awaiting the golden glow of a new day.

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