They said all teenagers scare the living shit outta me
they could care less as long as someone'll bleed
so darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone but not me
The alarm blasted the music loudly throughout the small room, and was accompanied by banging on the door and a gruff voice ordering...
"Hey, ya' creature! Time ta' get up!"
That creature? That's me, Lilly Beck.
I shot straight up with a yelp. A sigh of relief left my mouth as I wiped sweat from my forehead.
It was only a dream... it was only a dream...
I jumped when one final bang hit my door, "Come on! You don't have all day!" the gruff voice called out from behind the door. They soon left, grumbling loudly about how impossible I was being.
Throwing the blankets from my legs, I stretched a little, hearing audible cracks coming from my back, before standing up and looking around my room for some clothes to wear. Throwing open my closet, I started to dig through the little hill of clothes I left lying on the floor. Grumbling under my breath, I finally came across a pair of skinny jeans and a white V-neck.
While wiggling into my jeans, I backed up into my movie shelf knocking over all of my most prized horror movies. "Awe great." I mumbled, bending over to start collecting them. "Let's see...Scream, Halloween, Insidious, Friday the 13th, Paranormal activity, and..."
I trailed off when I picked up Nightmare on Elm Street. Staring at the cover, my dream replayed in my head. I winced a little while thinking about the gory sight of my flesh all ripped up and all the blood that was oozing from the cuts. Shaking my head, I set it on top of the movie stack I had made and put it back on the shelf. My friend, Cory, might be interested in hearing about this dream...
Continuing on with my morning routine, I headed to the bathroom to tame the large knot that I call my hair. After awhile, I was finally able to brush through my black locks without ripping my hair out. I sighed a little when I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Looks like it's a bun day." I commented, observing by the feel of it, my hair was still sticking up in strange places where a straightener would only burn off. Twisting my hair up and securing it with an elastic, I snapped my fingers together while looking for a mirror to see if it looked alright.
Spending a good minute looking for the mirror, I gave up and decided to blindly apply a layer of mascara.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
I'm pretty sure that after poking my eye a dozen times, people will think I look high. Whatever, it's not like anyone will care at school since it's a common sight to see half of the class with blood shot eyes and others who decide to sneak off into the bathrooms to get higher than the sky. Charming right? But I shouldn't have expected much from a town like Little Elm. I mean, who would want to live somewhere so small that it actually has 'little' in it's name?
Apparently my family.
After grabbing my bag I headed down the stairs to be greeted by dubstep playing loudly in the kitchen. I sighed loudly before walking up to the radio that was playing the music, and turning down the music. My older brother, Derek, turned around from the toaster with a fake frown plastered on his tanned face.
"I was dancing to that, you know." he whined, holding out a hand towards the radio.
I let a smirk cross my face as I leaned against the counter, "You unnecessarily pounded on my door this morning, so I..." I lifted up my fingers to use air quotations, "'unnecessarily' turned down your music."
He snorted as he came over to the radio to turn it back up, and lightly pushed my head in a teasing way, "Somehow I don't know how we can be siblings."
It was my turn to snort, although his statement was true. He had sun kissed skin, while I was whiter than snow. He had cropped blonde hair, I had long raven black hair. He had sharp facial features, mine are more soft. All in all, we don't look like we're related at all. In fact, when my friends had first met him, they had thought he was my boyfriend. It was pretty awkward when I had to convince them he was my brother.
I picked up an apple from the counter before chucking his keys at him, "Come on. I don't want to be late again."
He stuffed the last bit of toast into his mouth before swiftly picking up his bag and declaring, "Lunch school for Lilly!" he quickly swallowed as he started walking past me, but stopped beside me. His eyebrows furrowed together as he reached out and traced something on my cheek that stung a little bit. "Lil, what did you do? Get in a fight with yourself or something?"
"Get in a-" I lifted my hand up to my face and felt rough skin. It didn't take a genius to know that it was a cut. I could feel my face grow pale as I kept feeling it. It could be. It was a dreams. Things in dreams aren't real.
I cleared my throat as I focused back onto my brother. Shrugging, I awkwardly shifted my bag on my shoulder as I walked ahead of him, "I have no idea. Maybe I scratched it against something this morning while I was getting ready without realizing it."
He didn't seem very convinced, but didn't dwell on the subject anymore as he started walking beside me and out the door. I, on the other hand, spent the rest of the ride to school convincing myself that it was just a coincidence and that I must've cut it either during the night or sometime this morning. But one thing was for sure...
It didn't happen in my dream. Freddy is a movie character, therefore not real.
At Camp Crystal Lake...
"Come on, mama's boy! Come at me!"
A large figure wearing a tarnished hockey mask and ripped clothing brought his arm back to send his machete at the man standing a few feet in front of him. The man had enough time to side step before the machete whizzed past and buried itself into the tree that was behind him. He turned around and observed the machete with an amused face before turning to look at the Crystal Lake killer.
"That the best you got? I'm a little disappointed, hockey puck." His burnt lips turned upwards into a smirk. He patted his fedora securely onto his head. "Now it's my turn."
Freddy ran up to Jason with his razor sharp fingers in front of him. His blades sunk into the killer's stomach with a sickening squish. A sneer crossed his features as he kept twisting his blades around to get some sort of reaction from Jason.
Nothing.
Jason's shoulders heaved up and down with each angered breath he took. He grabbed onto Freddy's hand and yanked it out of his stomach while painfully twisting it. The Springwood Slasher squirmed out of his grasp before looking down at his glove that was now covered in rust colored blood.
"Oh." He mused, looking around for the killer that no longer stood in front of him. He turned around, only to see Jason there with his machete raised to pierce his body. He held up a finger, which made Jason falter a little as he stated, "As fun as this is, Voorhees, I think it's time that I end out play date." and with that, he took off towards the lake.
Jason's eye widened in anger as he lowered his machete and started to lumber towards Freddy who was now mockingly gesturing for him to follow. Freddy snickered as he took a couple steps into the lake so that the water now reached his knees. Jason was now only a couple feet away from him, lifting up his machete one more.
"How a bit of water?" Freddy called out. He started splashing the water at the killer, faltering a little bit when Jason didn't slow down.
He lifted his gloved hand to shield his face from the blow of the machete, but when the machete hadn't come in contact with him, he lowered his hand down to see that Jason was laying in the fetal position shivering like a baby. A sick smile spread on Freddy's face as he started to splash more water on the killer.
"What now, hockey puck? You little bitch! Scared of fucking water, eh? You stupid-" Freddy's rant was cut off as two chains cam from the ground and ensnared his wrists. "The fuck?" He questioned as he tried to tug the chains off his wrists in vain. Two more chains wrapped around his ankles, keeping him in place.
Jason, sweetie. Calm down. Look, he's tied up in chains! You must end this foolishness now! Be brave my special boy.
Jason's mom's voice echoed in his head. He peaked one eye open and spotted Freddy struggling with the chains that were holding him down. He squeezed his good eye shut as he stood back up. His shoulders started to heave up and down again with anger.
How dare he! He's a bad person. He must die.
Jason thought, gripping his machete and raising it above his head. He put all his anger into the force he used to bring the machete down, only to be stopped by a chain himself. His machete dropped straight down into the water in front of him as his other wrist was caught by another chain. He started yanking as hard as he could on the chains, but nothing happened.
Freddy looked up from his struggle to see Jason also captured in the chains. He let out a loud cackle as he tried pointing at Jason.
"King Kong is being brought down once again!" He said, laughing harder after he said that. Jason stopped struggling and raised a brow under his mask, well aware that Freddy wasn't able to see it.
"Yes, I guess he does look like that." A robotic sounding voice came from behind them.
Freddy's laugh halted as he sneered and spat out, "What do you want, Pindick?"
Pinhead walked in front of the killers not looking very amused, "Very funny, Krueger. Yes, there is something that I want. I want a new killer."
Freddy and Jason exchanged glances before Freddy broke out in a fit of laughter, Jason's shoulders going up and down in a silent laugh. Pinhead stood there calmly waiting for their little outburst to stop.
"And I want some knew pigs to play with, but you don't see me getting that!" Freddy said between cackles.
Pinhead's patience started to wear thin when the killer's didn't let up. He sighed a little as he made the chains pull both of their limbs, making laughter turn into groans of pain. He kept them like that for a moment before loosening the chains and folding his hands in front of him.
"As I said, I want a new killer. I don't actually require a killer for myself, but there's a new need for a new killer."
"Ya lost me." Freddy said, with a deadpanned expression.
Pinhead sighed again as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It is hard to explain. Long story short, I need you, Jason, and Michael to train a new killer, since it seems that some of the more...mortal...killers are being killed off."
Freddy sputtered a little, "Michael? What does that dickhead have to do with anything? Why would I even agree to training a new killer? The answer to your request is a HELL NO!"
Jason nodded his head in agreement towards Freddy's statement. Why do they have to work together? They'd most likely kill each other first before they would be able to even teach the new killer how to simply use a knife.
Pinhead made a robotic 'tsk' noise as he made the chains pull on the killers limbs once more. "I don't think you are in any position to deny my request. Now, I suggest you accept, because I'm positive that you do not want to be pulled back to my...home."
Jason and Freddy, groaned out in pain as they nodded their heads, wishing that the chains would be release them. Pinhead nodded his head in satisfaction as he released the chains from the killers as he started to walk away.
The killers rubbed their sore limbs before Freddy turned towards Pinhead's retreating form, "What about Michael?" He yelled out.
Pinhead lazily waved a dismissive hand towards him, "He's in some kind of debt with me, it's how he's paying it off."
Jason and Freddy exchanged looks before they wobbled back to the shore of the lake. Going their separate ways, Jason towards the cabins, Freddy slashing the air creating a portal and stepping through to his boiler room, he couldn't help but think that Pinhead's request isn't just to train a new killer, but something more sinister. Whatever, he better things to do than to worry about it. Like terrorizing children.
And there's chapter two! Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm glad that my introduction wasn't terrible! Next chapter, we get to see who will become the next killer trainee (although we all know who it's gonna be...kinda mellowdramatic). So sorry for putting off this chapter for about 2 weeks. The end of the quarter was coming for school and I had a bunch of make-up assignments I needed to finish. Terribly sorry! BLAME SCHOOL!
Anyway...Here are my replies to your reviews:)
shadowsteed: Thank you for following the story!:)
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Thanks again guys! Until next chapter...