Cory left after that, seeing no point in staying since there was nothing to prove anymore. I don't believe that though. I couldn't have harmed myself sleep walking. How much sense would that make? But I couldn't let myself go back to sleep to find out, no way.
Quietly, I creaked open my door to make sure that no once else was awake before I made my way down the stairs. If I can't sleep, might as well do some research. Each step I took sounded like an elephant was crashing around our house, so I took my time to step down the extra creaky stairs, looking over my shoulder every now and again as every other step would make a slight noise.
Finally reaching the bottom without a problem, I headed straight for the family computer set up in our dining room. As I waited for the computer to boot up, I headed into the kitchen in search of an energy drink to help keep me awake. I cracked the drink open, letting out a surprised gasp when cockroaches crawled out of the opening. Quickly setting the drink down, I turned to grab something to hit the bugs with. With a fly swatter in hand, I turned to the drink to find that it was no longer overflowing with cockroaches. Looking around the kitchen once more, I found no trace of the cockroaches. 'I can not be daydreaming right now' I thought as I took a cautious swig of the energy drink.
Typing sleepwalking into the search bar, I was directed to a site that had different symptoms and causes of sleep walking as well as personal stories. Scanning the stories on the first page, none mentioned anything about hurting themselves. I rubbed my eyes to help keep them open as I clicked onto the second page, reading through more stories. I felt something slippery against my leg, making me shiver as I scooted the chair back to see what had touched my leg. I let out a shriek when I saw a rattle snake curling around my ankle. Before I could react, I sank it's teeth into me, causing me to jerk forward in surprise. I hit my head against the table and quickly sat up, I looked back to towards my leg to find that the snake was no longer there. I lifted my leg to see if there were any bite marks, which there weren't. Sitting back up straight, I grabbed the energy drink and proceeded to drink the rest of it. That'll do the trick, right?
Two pages later, I had finally found a personal story relatively similar to what is happening to me right now, although the date this was submitted on was at least two years ago. I clicked on the user name and typed a short message to the person. They have probably gotten over their sleepwalking dilemma, maybe they could help me. I quickly typed that I was going through the same thing, and asked if they could help me at all. Pressing the send button, I leaning back into my chair and craned my head towards the clock. Two in the morning.
I sighed as I pushed the chair away from the table and headed back upstairs. Locking my door to make sure that I wouldn't be able to leave and hurt myself anymore. Pulling the bed sheets up tighter around my neck, I knew that I had a long night ahead of me.
Freddy cursed under his breath when he heard the other two killers walk towards him. He had yet to get the plan underway because the damn girl refused to stay asleep. Turning around, he held up his hands to stop them in their tracks.
"She woke up before I could say anything to her," The slasher started off. "But I can already tell that she is about to go back to sleep." he quickly added in when he saw the livid look in their eyes.
Jason heaved a large sigh as he whipped out a pen and paper to write, 'I still think it would've been easier if Mike or I went and got her.' to which Michael nodded his head in agreement.
Freddy growled as he slashed the Crystal Lake killer's stomach with his claws, "You dumbass. We're supposed to do this on low profile. How'd you think people would react to seeing a fucking giant walking around a house?" Getting no answer, he continued, "They'd flip the fuck out. Now, my way would insure that we wouldn't get busted. So don't question my plan."
Awkward silence soon captivated the three as they stood around waiting for something to happen. Freddy clicked his clawed hand against a pipe to a tune and his sucked on the inside of his cheek; Jason stared off into space as was normal when he conversed with his mom; Michael looked between the two killers as he tried to preoccupy himself somehow. Ages seemed to passed before every boiler and pipe in the room started spewing hot steam. A smile cracked on Freddy's face as he turned his attention back to the two confused killers, "Looks like we have a visitor."
Swiping at the air, he stepped through the little portal that closed right after him, leaving the killers behind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot the shadow of the girl running in the opposite direction. He let out a laugh as he realized that the girl was heading towards the direction of Jason and Michael. Sending out a thought to the two to let them know about his plan, he sauntered down the hall after the girl who was now practically reeking of fear.
It didn't take long to catch up to her as she tried to look around for any other way to go. Watching her for a bit, Freddy got bored of the petty attempts of escape, he decided to let out a cackle to get her into gear. She jumped with a squeak and ran in the other direction, not bothering to even glance behind her to see who the cackle belonged to.
After countless cackles and followed squeaks, Lilly was finally cornered by the three famous killers. She scratched at the wall, hoping that by some miracle she'd be able to climb it. Feeling the heat from the three, she crumpled to the ground with her hands raised to protect her head, rocking back and forth as she muttered, "Don't touch me. Don't touch me." over and over again.
Jason and Michael exchanged looks at her response to being cornered, Michael shrugging it off as he tossed the girl over his shoulder and followed the Elm Street Slasher to the make shift office. Jason stared after them, before shaking out of his confusion stupor and following after.
I pushed and kicked my legs at the man, who I assumed was Michael Myers, carrying me. To my death? To a torture room? I have no idea. All I know this that I do not want to be wherever they're taking me.
Soon, I was shoved down onto a seat that held my wrists and ankles down. I tried tugging my limbs loose, but to no avail. I had been caught by killers. This is how I was going to die. I am going to die in this... is this an office?
I blinked my eyes several times to see if I was correct. An office? Freddy must've seen my confused expression as he let out a laugh, shaking his head as he took a seat at the head of the table, Michael and Jason sitting on either side of him. I rose an eyebrow as I looked at the three together. It didn't even look right to me.
"If you're going to ask anything, might as well get it out before we get started." Freddy told me in a condescending tone.
I opened and closed my mouth a couple times, trying to formulate words but failing. Nothing came to my mind to ask. Taking a look at all of them again, I finally asked, "How can you guys stay in the same room without-"
'Killing each other?' Michael finished on a piece of paper. I nodded my head meekly at him, watching as he quickly scrawled down something else. 'It's taking a lot of effort.'
I watched the killers all exchanged looks at each other, the answer to my question silently showing in their eyes. Shifting to get a bit more comfortable in the chair, I decided to change the subject before they all decided to go into an all out World War III, "O...Kay...Um, what am I-" The question never was finished as a cloth was tied around my mouth.
"Oh, sorry. We are no longer accepting questions." Freddy announced in a feigned apologetic tone. "Listen, kid, we have to get this shit over and done with. So just sit back and keep quiet."
Nodding obediently, I sat up as I watched Jason reach down to retrieve a file. He set it in front of me, flipping it open to a page with my picture in the top corner. I scanned over the page to realize this was the biography of me that I had seen in my other dream. I looked between the two killers with a questioning look in my eyes, waiting for my silent question to be answered.
"You seem to be our biggest fan, aren't you Lilly?" Freddy laughed. A blush dusted my cheeks when I knew that they must know of my little horror movie admiration. "So, that must mean that we don't have to do an introduction, nor do we have to explain what we do. We can get this show on the road."
Looking back down at the file, I watched as Jason reached back over and flipped to another page that looked similar to that of a contract. I leaned s close as I could to read the writing, which was at the smallest font that it could be in.
"Yeah don't try to read that. I'll just summarize what it says, and then you can...officially sign it." Freddy pointed out, as he pulled a chalk board out of no where and wrote down my name, connecting it to multiple words like: dislike, like, and crime.
"You, Lilly Beck, are a normal teenager. Someone who is equally liked, and disliked. Which is beyond my knowledge of way anyone would like you," I mumbled in retaliation towards his statement, to which he tightened the cloth around my mouth, "Shush, I'm talking. You have committed small crimes before, but haven't been caught because no one suspected you."
Michael leaned on his elbow and held up a piece of paper, 'Isn't she supposed to be the one fan-girling over us? Just get to the point.' Freddy growled at Michael as he shoved the chalk board away from him.
"Fuck you, I was going to lead up to that, but since you are so fucking impatient..." a rope flung down from the ceiling, and when Freddy pulled on it, confetti and balloons fell. "Welcome to hell, trainee!" Freddy yelled out, holding his arms out to the side, while Michael unenthusiastically did jazz hands, and Jason just stared at the balloons falling.
My eyes widened as I processed what I had just happened. I could barely register Freddy grabbing my hand and writing on the paper in front of me. I snapped back into the reality for a short moment as Freddy held the paper in front of my face, "And now it's official," replacing the paper with his face, he cracked a crooked grin, "We start tomorrow." and just like that, I was hit over the head.
What a great celebration.
wooh! Slightly long chapter? Hell yes.
Sorry for not updating as regularly as I should. God, with how things are going right now, I would be lucky enough to get at least one update each month.
Also sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors. It's fucking late man.
So...this chapter actually took two weeks to write because I had no freaking time. School has consumed me. I am not happy about it goddammit.
Anyway...I think I said I would reply to reviews this chapter, but I seriously cannot find it in myself to do it right now, my back is killing me from leaning over my laptop for too long.
Next chapter, I will start including the characters sent to me that I really took a liking to! So make sure you watch to see if I had picked your character! (I seriously want to include like all of yours, but I only have so much memory and space to write only a few).
Until next chapter! *heart*