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Chapter Two- Explanations please

I looked back at the fedora that perched innocently on my desk, atop all the cluttered papers. I think part of me wanted to look away, look back and for it to SOMEHOW vanish. I knew it wasn't. I picked it back up off the desk. It wasn't really what I'd expected. It felt really soft to the touch. It smelled…not bad…I could smell a musky kind of scent from it…mixed with the soft smell of…smoke? Not a bad smoke either…It was hard to explain, but I liked the scent of it. I liked how it felt to run my fingers over it. I stopped in front of my full length mirror that hung on the back of my door and fiddled with the hat. I put it on before I could mentally talk myself out of not wearing it. Not that bad…not a perfect fit…It was a bit big on my head. I titled it at a rakish angle, and took a pose…hands on my hips. Wow…hot stuff? Nah, I was kidding myself there. Just teenager talk.

I sighed taking it off, but then stopped again. What was I going to do with it?…I needed to visit her, not that I was looking forward to it. I wasn't looking against it though…She just…freaked me out a bit. A side-note for those who don't know me, it takes a bit to freak me out. Only things that really freak me out…deep waters…and small spaces. Otherwise I'm fine…and being completely alone….I'm working on those. So, my horror film LOVE was Freddy Krueger. I am not going to deny it. I am ashamed to admit that occasionally I will misspell his last name…It's that damn first e…So, back to the subject of her. She's one of my friends…we'd bonded quite well.

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I rubbed my hands together nervously, then twirled a strand of hair around my finger. I rarely if ever played with my hair. I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. I counted slowly backwards from ten before the door flew open and I was tackled by a streak of vibrant blue and dark black colors. A small body squeezed around me tightly as if trying to merge us together somehow.

"LILITH!" a voice screeched ten octaves higher then normal range. Well, it felt like it. I was let go as my attacker backed up a few steps so that we could properly look at each other.

"Hello Miranda," I said with a tight-lipped smile. Miranda had vibrant blue hair cut just above her shoulders in a funky bob. Her bangs fell into her gold-contacted eyes. She had on a black 'Your jealous of the voices' form-fitting t-shirt, and her black skirt. She had on black leggings and fingerless gloves. She also had on a dog collared necklace I'd gotten her at one point. Her lips were coated in black lipstick and I'm not sure how much mascara and eyeliner she was wearing. She also didn't have to wear the white powder…She really was that white. She smiled at me, revealing her sharpened incisors. She'd wanted all her teeth filed, but the bill would've been too much money. Her combat boots were also on. She'd broken a few toes from stomping on people's feet who pissed her off…as well as broken or shattered kneecaps and shin's….let's not forget those…and…those poor guys who'd been on the receiving end of well-placed kicks. All because Miranda preferred girls to guys. Not that she didn't date the male race, she just liked dating girls more. Something about girls understand each other better.

"oh Lily…You should've called first," Miranda said seriously, giving me one of her looks. I shrugged and smiled helplessly. She sighed and grabbed my arm. "Aw, what the hell…Come in girl…" She pulled me inside, kicking the door shut behind us. "Ya want something to drink?" I shook my head no and followed her into the kitchen as she got herself a can of pop. "So…what brings me such a delight?" She gave me a knowing smile, as she analyzed me. That's the thing about Miranda. How she seemed to just KNOW everything about you…without you having to say a word. "What's in the bag?" She said flicking a hand at my small backpack. I took it off, and set it on the counter.

"Well…it's why I'm here…." I said and gave her a serious look," Randa…what if I told you…that Freddy Krueger was real…" She was silent for a look as she considered it. She was probably considering my mental health as well. She took a sip of her soda.

"Well~…I'd say you were probably just dreaming…" She said with a sweet smile, trying to be funny. It faded as she spotted my dead-serious expression. "Hun…You really think Mr. K is real?"

"Yes…" I said.

"Mmm…Sounds like this might be an interesting story…Let's go to the bat cave," She said snagging my backpack off the counter and leading me up the stairs. Miranda's family was loaded with cash….she had this freakishly large mansion of a house…a huge swimming pool….the works. Might also explain why she was so weird….You'll understand soon enough.

"It is…," I assured her as I followed into her room. Miranda's room is pretty cool. She was this bed that's covered in dark purple and black sheets….her bed is canopy and it was see through purple drape thingies with bats on them. Her curtains are black as well and allow NO sunlight to enter her room. She has loads of books about magic and withcraft on her shelves along with other subjects. She has a huge tv and computer area. Also gaming. I swear…you name it, she had it. She had skulls as well. She sat down on her bed, setting the bag on the ground and patted the spot next to her as she laid down on her back. I laid down beside her.

"Now…start from the beginning…and leave no detail out…no matter HOW small," Miranda ordered me. She once told me she wanted to be a psychiatrist….like Hannibal Lector. See? She told me human might even taste good, if cooked right. Insert eye roll. So, I took a deep breath and told her the whole story. Refer to chapter one if you too need to be refreshed on this one. Bascially I had a dream about Krueger…on more then one occasion…and the last time…I'd brought his hat back with me. I unzipped the backpack and pulled the hat out, handing it too her.

"Interesting," She murmured, looking over the hat. She gave me a serious look. "Well…IF…if we are to go about on the basis that Mr. K is real…there's only one real reason you ARE still alive…"

"Oh, thanks," I muttered sarcastically. She gave me a sad smile.

"He needs you to spread the fear of him," she said. I face palmed.

"Yeah…like people are REALLY scared of him…gawd…no one is…Their more scared of zombies…or…or-" I started babbling. Miranda cut me off, placing a delicate finger across my lips.

"Shh…sweetheart…it's okay…Randa's going to take care of you now," She pulled me into a hug and rocked a bit with me as I started to cry. Look, I'm a teenager…I have enough stress already from normal things…throw serial killers in…and ask me how you'd be? She stroked my back comfortingly. "Shh shh…It's all going to be fine…." She let go of me," mmm…you look like you haven't slept in forever…." I sniffled.

"Well duh…after pulling a hat out of thin air?" I asked sarcastically. She nodded, getting the point. Then she hopped off of her bed.

"Well…I've got something for you…It'll help you sleep…without any dreams…" she said going into her bathroom," There's a lot of drugs out here that do this…But this stuff really works…" She came back out with some pills in a little cup. "here…Why don't you take a nap…." She gave them to me and left me alone. I took them without another word. I hoped to gawd this stuff really did work. I laid back on her pillows and drifted off to sleep.

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I opened my eyes, to find myself laying on a pier…or dock…or…I don't know what the hell it's called…but there was A LOT of water around me. My heart sped up instantly. Then I realized I was dreaming. Randa had been wrong…Shit hadn't kept me from dreaming…it'd only put me to sleep. Damn her. Well…she was just trying to help. Probably thought I was having some kind of mental break-down and needed some help…and sleep healed a lot of things. Then I heard it…faint and raspy….like…'ki ki ki….ma ma ma'….or something like that…sounds can get oddly distorted. I heard water rippling and suddenly something was exiting the water. Tall…with….a machete….and a hockey mask. Wtf? I'm dreaming and instead of Krueger…I get Jason. The one in question turned to face me as if I'd said his name aloud. He was on the ground, just in front of the pier/dock thing. Watching me….with…murderous intent. His gloved hands creaked as they tightened on the machete. He seemed to be considering the large amount of water surrounding him…and then looked around…as if he too realized this was a dream…and we were both waiting for the dream demon himself to appear.

"Boo," a voice said from behind me. I screamed loudly and ran off the pier/dock thing, past Jason. I think I might have startled him too, but he was more focused on the guy at the end of the pier/dock thing. I stopped, whirling around now to face them both. Why the hell was Jason in my dream? I understood Freddy….seriously…I understood that part…but Jason? If Freddy WAS real…then what did he want with Jason in my dream? "Well…Lookie who finally decided to join us…we've been waiting," Freddy said, looking straight at me. He was hatless. I looked around, trying to find an exit. Way to fail.

"Eh…Sorry?" I asked, and Jason turned slightly so that he could see me and Freddy at the same time. I felt kind of sorry for forcing him to multi-task…although…he seemed a little confused. I don't blame him. I was totally confused as well.

"it's fine…" Freddy said and appeared beside me, startling me. Jason turned so that he was watching us. I think I looked terrified, I felt pretty scared. I had no where to run…and that was A LOT of water. I swallowed nervously. "oh…so big one's not the only one with a fear of getting 'wet'?" He crackled loudly as if thinking something else. Gawd….pervert. I slapped him hard, and his eyes narrowed. "Why you little bitch" he snapped scratching me across my face without realizing it. The pain hurt, but it wasn't going to wake me up…only self-induced pain would work. Self…induced….I bit myself hard in my arm, tearing through skin. "NO" Freddy screeched, making a grab at me but missing.

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I woke up with a start, screaming at the top of my lungs in agony. Miranda burst into her room, followed by her just as eccentric looking brother. He was extremely tall, and…had this way of staring at you without blinking. He didn't speak EVER, or not that I had heard him…though Miranda seemed to understand him without him having to ever say a word. He silently watched me as Miranda started to curse. She raced to her bathroom, coming out with stuff to bandage me and clean me.

"Shit Lils…Whatcha think you doing? You trying to make yourself ugly?" Miranda snapped at me, applying alcohol to my face. It stung but atleast it meant I was awake. Her brother continued to watch us silently. His eyes then went to the fedora that laid beside me. Mutely he shuffled over in his slow lumbering steps, that actually covered a lot of ground due to their length, and picked up the fedora curiously. His eyes went to mine.

"Yeah Mitch…that's what I was telling ya before Lils woke up a maniac," Miranda said with a nod at the hat as she bandaged my arm up for me. Good thing about Miranda, she took care of you when you needed it. "She says Krueger's visiting her dreams…and that he's real…What say you?" Mitch slowly looked at me then back to Miranda, then at the hat in his large hands. He looked back at me and handed the hat to me before looking at Miranda. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah…I figured he was real along with the rest…Movies are great cover-ups…eh?" Mitch left the room…very quiet for such a large guy.

"So you believe me?" I demanded. She locked eyes with me.

"Yeah…Now tell me about your latest nightmare," She said sitting down beside me.

"Well…you know how I dreamed that Jason was about to attack Krueger when I woke up last time," I said and she nodded, tapping my hat to remind me that I'd pulled it out of my dream world apparently. "Well…I was on this dock thing at this lake…and Jason came out of it….and uh…He was just standing there…and then Krueger showed up…and uh…Jason seemed to realize we were dreaming…and uh…I ran away to the other side of Jason…and uh…Krueger was talking about me finally joining them again…and uh…he didn't have his hat…and uh…Jason was just kind of watching us silently….And uh…there was a lot of water," I said swallowing as I remembered it. Miranda put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. "And uh….Krueger made this crack about being afraid of getting wet….So I slapped him…and uh…He scratched me…and it hurt…and I remembered that self-induced pain normally woke people up…so…I bit myself…a little hard…"

"That's understandable," Miranda said with a slight nod of her head. "Though…why would Jason be in your dream as well…I mean…if he's in your dream then…maybe…" She trailed off and I spotted that look she got when she had this CRAZY idea. "I've got an idea…." She leaned over to my ear, and I guess it's a habit, as she whispered a secret into my ear it felt like about her plan. She was going to help me with Krueger…and she would do it by sleeping with me. Not that I liked it…but we were going to have to pull Mitch into it with us.