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Chapter Three- Theory and Interrogation
"So, it's rather simple…I know he's real…" Miranda said slowly. We were in her rather large living room area, perched on their leather couch thing. Mitch sat on the floor in front of us, something about his long legs and comfortable.
"I don't like it," I said, drawing my knees up to my chest. Mitch gave me a sympathetic look. Unlike Miranda who wore gold-tinted contact lenses occasionally, she had purple in right now, Mitch's eyes were an amber-like brown with that natural golden tint. His hair was a dark brown color with bits of natural red in it. It also hung around his face. He too had a pale complexion, not as pale as Miranda's though. He turned his attention back to the TV set where Michael Myers was crossing a dark living room. I had no idea which movie it was.
"Look…just give it a try," Miranda pleaded, taking my hands in hers," Mitch will guard us…If it looks like we're in trouble…he'll wake us…or we can try self-induced pain to wake us up again…" She had her hair band on with panda ears. Hence the nickname, Randa-the-Panda. She'd also changed into tight-fitting black pants, some combat boots and a corset-like top over a striped long-sleeve form fitting outfit.
"Fine," I muttered and she let out a squeal of happiness before getting comfortable on the couch. She popped a pill in and waited for me. I swallowed mine. Not that I recommend taking pills…but we wanted to see the dream demon. Randa closed her eyes drifting off. I was fighting drug-induced sleep. Mitch's hand surprised me when it grasped mine. His hands were a bit calloused as if he did a lot of work. In his eyes I saw protectiveness. Mitch wouldn't let anything happen to his sister and he wanted me to trust him. I nodded and he handed me Krueger's hat. I'd almost forgotten it. I clutched it tightly in my hands and was asleep.
Opening my eyes again, I was still startled to see that I was on Miranda's couch. Mitch was gone, jerk. Miranda was gone too. Guess it hadn't worked but shouldn't they be watching me. I glanced back at the TV. The scene hadn't changed yet. Still focused on a…a familiar kitchen. Miranda's kitchen. The scene changed and I was startled to see myself on TV. I raised a scared hand and the equally frightened TV me did the same. It reminded me of…cue theme song for Halloween. The music was coming from the TV though.
"Don't do it," I whispered as TV me made it's way to the kitchen. TV Myers was there, waiting with a knife. I watched as he gutted TV me. Then the screen went black.
"I take it we should avoid the kitchen?" Miranda asked from behind me. I whirled around scared and she laughed. She looked around curiously.
"Freddy's domain has expanded," I told her and she nodded, hands on hips. "He has to know we're here…His hat's missing…"
"Then let's go find him," Miranda said heading for the stairs.
"Wait!" I exclaimed hurrying after her. I took her hand. "We shouldn't get separated…If we do…then…"
"Krueger will have an easier time killing us…yadda yadda," Miranda said with nervous excitement. She was having a field day. She probably wasn't even the least bit afraid. We thumped over to her bedroom where she shoved the door open. It slammed against her wall with a bang that made me jump. "Looks clear to-Who invited Krispy Kringles?" At her dark tone I peeked my head in so that I too could see Krueger lounging across her bed.
"Thanks for returning my hat," he said brushing the brim of it. I gave a slight nod. He hopped up off the bed," And you've brought me a guest…how sweet…a bit on the scrawny side-" Miranda glared,"-but she'll do nice…can't be too picky…"
"You can't have her," I said pulling Miranda behind me protectively. Freddy tilted his head back to watch us.
"Oh really?…and whose going to stop me?" He asked with a slight laugh and a step closer," You?…Guess I should just…separate you…" The floor started to shake as the house split open. I fell forward and Miranda fell backwards as a jagged and wide crevice opened between us. Damn you Krueger. I scrambled up and noticed he was gone. I glanced over to where Miranda had been and she was also gone. Ugh. I'd brought her here to help me, not to get her killed. The floor closed up as if nothing had happened. I heard a dark chuckle and then a chilling scream from the floor below me. I raced down the hall and almost tripped as the stairs turned to goo. Nasty but effective in keeping me out of the way. I was struggling not to sink, when someone grabbed my hand. Reminded me of Mitch's so I gripped it tightly. I was yanked up and held up. I glanced sideways towards my rescuer and almost wished that I hadn't.
"Hey…Myers~" I said going mute as fear kicked in. Michael slowly lowered me to the ground and let go off my arm. I remember fan fictions that involved these three. Jason somehow was the nicer of the three. Krueger was the worst. Michael varied depending on fan fictions between sometimes nice but quick to kill you if you irked him. I really hoped they were nice but…yeah…They ARE serial killers. Good news about Myers-He's intelligent. Maybe I could reason with him. He had a kitchen knife and I suddenly remembered the TV scene. Was there a stair's episode? He slowly raised his kitchen knife menacingly. He was going to kill me. I was going to die…and it wouldn't even be by-" FREDDY HELP ME!" I screamed loudly and the scene changed so rapidly, I think I got scene-lash. We were in the boiler room. Myers looked around slowly as if confused.
"Now now…you should know how protective daddies are over their little girls," a voice rang out form above us. Myers peered around as if trying to track down the voice. A horrible sound of claws on railing caught my attention as Michael whirled around. Freddy stepped out from the steam, claws clacking together. "This is MY world…why the hell are you here?" He hesitated watching Myers. Myers stabbed his knife into the pipes and pulled out a sharpie from his pocket. Honestly, I think he's smart enough to write. I doubted Jason could though.
'I was sumond' he scribbled. He studied it before correcting the final word. 'summoned'
"Summoned…hmm," Freddy said and appeared behind me," You have a thing for killers?" he asked, running a claw over my cheek. He tapped my bandage lightly. "Sorry about that…I get…carried away…" he was touching me…as in my back was pressed to his front.
"if you're my dad-" my voice said hitching as he pressed his face into my hair,"-then I'm filing for abuse charges…" he chuckled darkly and I could feel his thick warm breath against me. One more thing, I absolutely hated the cold. I like to cuddle up to warmth. "A-and…uh…whatever else I uh…can…" I said trailing off again slowly. His claws were slowly sliding down my arm and leg to come slowly back up. I was loosing concentration. Why would I be distracted by that?
"So…innocent…" he murmured in his low voice into my ear. Something warm and wet brushed softly against my ear…kind of reminding me of when our dogs wanted some attention and licked your ear cutely. Not cute when a serial killer was doing…although…I think I kind of liked it.
"GROSS!" I shouted, pulling away from him. He chuckled and I realized I'd placed myself between Myers and Krueger. Damn it world. Myers pulled his knife out of the pipe. Krueger flexed his claws as if in anticipation of cutting through my skin.
"Oi! No one touches my Lily and gets away with it…CHARGE!" Miranda screamed and Mitch tackled Myers. The knife clattered across the ground. Miranda grabbed my arm dragging me away. Mitch disappeared with Myers. They seemed to fade away into smoke. Gawd, I hope Mitch was okay. I heard Freddy laughing darkly behind us. "Come on Lils~ This way…" Miranda yanked me through what looked like a mirror and we landed hard on some kind of wooded floor area. I spotted trees all around us. Ki ki ki…ma ma ma. Oh shit.
"Miranda…Don't you realize where we are?" I demanded, scrambling up. Miranda was smiling. The weird mirror-like substance glimmered behind us. "What the hell is that?"
"Some kind of portal," she replied with a shrug.
"This is all a big joke to you?" I demanded harshly, jabbing a finger at the reflective thing hovering in the air. "Don't you fucking get it? We're at Camp Crystal Lake…WITH JASON!" I screamed loudly. Miranda eyed me with a serious look. "You're FUCKING brother attacked MYERS! THEY POOFED INTO THIN FUCKING AIR! FUCK!" I screamed in frustration, falling to the ground and throwing a temper-tantrum. " I FUCKING HATE IT! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT! HATE HATE HATE!" I was kicking the ground and pounding it with my feet and screaming. I was also crying. A large hand grabbed the back of my shirt and I was hefted up into the air by someone very large. I could also see a machete in my vision. "GO AHEAD! DO IT!" I screamed loudly. I closed my eyes, waiting for a swift death to occur. Miranda had run off?
"Lilith…he isn't going to kill you…" Miranda said softly. I opened my eyes to see her concerned face very close to mine. I noticed that her shirt had blood spots on it…like from Krueger's claws.
"How do you KNOW?" I demanded. I was amazed she hadn't run off yet. Any normal SANE person would have.
"Because…I've already talked to him…He tried to kill me earlier…in Freddy's dream world…So…I tried talking to him…you know…like Mitch," she said with a slight shrug," Jason isn't that bad…He wanted out of the dream world and back to his camp…I think I convinced him to allow us to escape to here as well…but uh…I'm not too sure…I just know he isn't going to hurt us…Enemy of my enemy is my friend?" She questioned with a nervous smile. She looked back at Jason," It's okay Jason…you can set her back down now….set her down…She's going to be okay…set her down now…" She sounded like she was talking to a really young kid now. I was very slowly set back down onto the ground. I got up and brushed the dirt off of me as best I could. Jason tilted his head slightly to the side as if puzzled. One of his large hands stretched out to me and I flinched, his hand hesitated in mid-air before slowly lowering back to his side. "It's okay Jason…" Miranda told him in a motherly tone of voice. She smiled at him. "There's a good boy…" I eyed her, wondering if she was over-doing this. Wouldn't want to piss the guy with a machete off…it kind of made me wonder how their original conversation had went…if Jason had been trying to kill her.
"Alright…so we're…at Camp Crystal Lake?" I asked, and could hear the soft sound of water lapping against a shoreline. Ugh. "How are we getting home?"
"Same way we got here…We'll have to travel back through the Dream World…uh…considering we…aren't actually in our bodies…" She said going kind of quiet.
"WHAT?" I demanded shouting. Jason flinched as if startled by my outburst. We'd been listening to the sound of nature around us. I glared at Miranda. "Explain…"
"Uhm…How do I put this? We're like…spirits? Physical manifestations of our conscious mind? Or…maybe subconscious?" She replied with a slight shrug as she dug her toe into the ground beneath her. "We need to figure out a way to kill Krueger…Maybe we can do a Freddy vs. Jason remix. Get Jason to hack off his head…or something…pull him into our reality…catch him on fire or something?"
"Don't tell me you buy that stuff…bitch," Krueger said from behind me as the scene faded to be replaced with the boiler room. He was messing with me again. I hurried away from him, backing into a wall. He smiled at me as if to let me know that he could make me believe anything. His claws flicked and clacked together as he slowly made his way towards me. Now I was beyond confused. Where the serial killers real? Were they in here? What the fuck was-
"Oi…wake up…wake up," Miranda's voice was murmuring as she slapped me. My eyes flew open and I wondered why I was on the floor. I blinked and sat up quickly. "You okay?"
"You-you….where were you? What the hell happened?" I demanded. Miranda sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Saving your ass…Duh," she stated as if that were obvious. Then grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Oh…You were right…"
"When did you leave?" I demanded.
"I'm not sure…Freddy threw me out of nightmare land…when he separated us…I woke up…and…Mitch decided to go to sleep this time to try and rescue you…I stayed awake to see if I could get you to wake up…You started screaming and throwing some kind of fit earlier…I couldn't really understand anything you said though…" She told me seriously.
"Where's Mitch?" I asked looking around. She bit down gently on her bottom lip.
"That's the weirder part…He uh…woke up…with Michael Myers on top of him…I hit him with the TV set…" She indicated the missing TV that the shelf had been knocked over. Damn. "I kinda knocked him out…so…uh…he's tied up in my room with Mitch guarding him until I can wake you up…" She sighed, playing with her hair again. "So…tell me what happened…"
"I dreamed I was in your house…You were there," I said and she nodded," You know about all that…well…we got 'separated'…Damn Krueger…and uh…I heard screaming and laughter so I ran down the stairs…that turned to goo that I got stuck in…and Myers rescued me…and was going to kill me…so I screamed for Freddy to help me…and he did…but then…he was being all weird…Myers wrote with sharpie that he had been summoned here…and uh…Krueger licked my ear…and uh…I called him gross…and they were going to kill me…and you charged in with your brother…who tackled Myers and they vanished…You lead me through this portal thingy to Camp Crystal Lake…and I threw a hissy-fit…and Jason was going to be our friend…but then apparently Krueger was playing with my mind…and uh…you woke me up…" I said with a slight shrug. Miranda bit down on her bottom lip again thoughtfully.
"Well…I'm not sure why I was STILL there if I was out here…but uhm…go me for saving you?" She said nervously and got up. She offered me a hand to assist me in getting up. "Time for you to meet Myers…he's…creepy…" I hurried up the stairs after her. It briefly occurred to me that none of us had weapons. We entered Miranda's room to see that Mitch had the knife. Michael Myers looked pretty intimidating, even tied up in the chair. He turned his attention to me as soon as I entered. "Presenting the one and only limited edition Michael Myers gift pack…all tied up for you…" Miranda said jokingly. I glared at her, not amused.
"Alright Myers, why are you here? What's Krueger want with me?" I demanded. I didn't get any reply, except for a small twitch in Myers hand as if miming writing. I sighed and got a pencil and some paper. I slipped the pencil into his hand and held the paper under his hand for him.
'I will kill you all' he wrote and I met his eyes. They were filled with anger and hate. What had I done to this guy? I glanced down as he continued to write, it amazed me how well he wrote…a little cramped together but read-able. 'Starting with her' he finished and made a finger flick at Miranda. Miranda smiled.
"Aw, that's so sweet," Miranda cooed sarcastically at him. Mitch's fingers cracked as he curled them up into a fist. Myers turned his attention to this newer threat. "Mitch, chill…he's tied up and can't hurt us…" Miranda snapped at him. Mitch's fingers slowly uncurled but he didn't say anything. I glanced back at the paper to see Myers writing again.
'What do you want with me?' A simple question. What did WE want with him? I glanced at Miranda who rolled her eyes, obviously telling me that this was up to me now. Thanks a lot.
"I want answers…." I told him. He sat quietly and unmoving. I then realized he was waiting for the questions. "Oh uh…First off…What were you doing with Freddy Krueger?"
'Is he the brund man?' Myers wrote then scribbled out 'BURNT'
"Yeah…That's Krueger…with his claws of fury," I replied sarcastically.
'I could kill him easily'
"Doubt it"
'Why?'
"Michael, I'll be asking the questions here…you answer them."
'whatever'
"Don't get sassy with me"
'or what?'
"I'll hit you with another TV," Miranda replied before I could. Michael turned his head slowly to look at Miranda. She was tiny, but packed a wallop. Michael seemed to debate the price of getting knocked out again. I was kind of amazed that he'd been knocked out in the first place. "Now…answer the damn question…What were you doing with Krueger?"
'I was summoned'
"Summoned?" I asked, puzzled," by who?"
'You'
"…" I was silent, as was Miranda and Mitch. Mitch seemed to be trying to figure this one out, as he played with the knife he was holding. It kind of unnerved me how he could twirl it around like that. Miranda was biting on her bottom lip in thought as she too tried to figure this out. I didn't have much to think about. I already DIDN'T know what was going on.
"Damn…if only I could have Hannibal Lector here…He's so fine…and he could help us out…" Miranda said almost dreamily.
"Uh…dude would EAT us alive…" I snapped and she sighed.
"That's the beauty of it," she replied with a slight giggle and turned her attention back to Michael, who had just figured out how to break out of his bindings. Oh shit. We backed up quickly as he flexed his arms, checking his limbs I guess for damage.
"uh…this can't be any good," I said and Miranda raced out the door ahead of me. I met Michael's eyes and he lurched forward after me. Mitch got in the way and Michael knocked him out with a well aimed punch to his face. Mitch crashed to the ground and Michael continued after us.
"OUT THE FRONT FUCKING DOOR," Miranda screeched flying over to the door. She pulled and rattled the doorknob but it wouldn't open. "You have GOT to be joking…" she screamed and kicked the door, leaving a good sized dent with her boot. I crashed into her, seeing as how the door hadn't opened.
"Oof," I said falling backwards onto my butt. Michael had made it down the stairs, and he had his knife. Miranda whirled around, back pressed against the door. I scooted away from both of them, trying to get out of the way. This guy HAD threatened us. Miranda's chest was heaving with her rapid breathing. Okay, this chick wasn't scared of Krueger…but suddenly Michael Myers had her acting like a little kid? Damn. Michael stopped right in front of her. It was kind of strange how TALL he was compared to her. I mean, Miranda's short anyways…but yeah. "No…MIRANDA…RUN" I screamed, and ducked as the knife pinged just above my head. It was wedged tightly into the wall above me…Hey…guy had no knife. "KICK 'EM WHERE IT HURTS!" Miranda kicked up as hard as she could…which would hurt like hell with those boots of hers…sadly…Michael must be related to Jason when it comes to balls of steel. He simply grabbed Miranda and hoisted her up onto and over his shoulder before carrying her off into the kitchen area. "NO…wait…what the hell…." I got up and attempted to pull the knife out of the wall. Damn thing was stuck. I heard a high-pitched shriek and raced into the kitchen. Yeah, I had no plan. Yes, he was a serial killer…and he was going to….tickle Miranda to death? I all but face planted the floor then. Okay, not that I'm upset that Miranda's still alive…I'm very happy…but shouldn't Michael be trying to KILL her?
"STOP IT…STOP!" Miranda shrieked, withering on the countertop trying to stop Michael's hands. Damn…he was getting a good feel-up on her. I mentally shouted at myself for that thought. This was not what I should be worried about…I should be worried about the fact that my tiny friend is pinned to a countertop by a very big serial killer…Was I jealous? Just a little…I mean…my psychopathic killer…was actually trying to kill me…Apparently Michael had a softer side…I guess hitting someone with a TV did that…Who knows…