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Chapter Eleven- And Nobody Screams

Harley yawned heavily and rubbed at her eyes. She hadn't worn make-up or gotten properly dressed for days; she was just so tired. But she couldn't sleep. How could she? Dean, Kris, Jesse…they'd all been asleep when they died. And she was next. She or Nancy or Quentin. Krueger was coming for one of them.

Hearing Nancy's mom tell the three of them how they all gone to pre-school together, how they…how they had all been abused by that man had made Harley feel like her entire life had been a lie. Freddy Krueger was coming for them. He wanted revenge against the children who had gotten him killed.

Eleven of those children were dead…and there were three to go, just barely. Nancy had almost died in the bath, Quentin had nearly been drowned in the school pool, and Harley had almost been electrocuted when her radio 'fell' into her shower.

She just wanted to sleep. Why was this happening? Why her!? She headbutted the window of the Jeep. "What's taking Quentin so long?!" she grumbled, peering out the glass to see if she could spot him in the store. Nancy didn't reply. "Nance? Nancy?" Still no reply. "Nancy! Don't! Fall! Asleep!" she said, much more loudly, kicking the back of the passenger seat.

Nancy jerked with a shivery gasp, clutching the sides of her seat. "Harley?!" she cried out. "It was Krueger! He's here!"

Harley unclipped her belt and slide into the middle seat so she could look at her best friend. "Babe, we gotta stay awake! Come on! We can do this!"

Nancy ran her hands through her hair, hyperventilating. "It's too hot! I'm too hot!" she exclaimed, ripping her cardigan off.

"Nancy, please calm down!" Harley begged. "You've been awake too long! I've been awake too long! We are gonna end up losing it if we're not careful! But we just need to stay up a bit longer. Okay? We are gonna stop this motherfucker if it's the…we're gonna stop him." She had nearly said 'if it's the last thing we do,' but the reality was that it really could be the last thing they do.

"I can stay awake," Nancy replied. "I know how." And before Harley could stop her, Nancy's hand darted out and pulled out the car's cigarette lighter, which she pressed down into her forearm.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Harley shrieked, wrenching the lighter from Nancy's hand and shoving back in its holder. She'd been too late; the lighter had scalded a deep burn into Nancy's arm. Nancy was sobbing, looking at the smoking burn.

"I had too!" she cried. "Krueger's here!"

Harley slapped her in the face, twice. "Nancy, please! You're scaring me! He isn't here! It's the micro naps! I promise, he isn't here!"

"He is!" Nancy insisted. "We need to warn Quentin!" And without waiting for Harley to reply, she shoved the passenger door open and climbed out, hurrying towards the store.

"Nancy!" Harley shouted after her, but she ignored her. "Nan- oh, goddamn it!" She wrestled with her own door until it opened, and she practically fell out in her haste to exit the car.

That was when she heard the laughter. Deep and menacing. It was all around her, coming from every angle, thudding in her ears, suffocating her. She twisted her head around, desperately trying to find the source of the laugh.

He was standing by the hood of the car. Krueger. He was grinning at her, a yellow, rotten grin. His shoulders shook as he laughed at her. "Shouldn't you help your friend?" he taunted.

"You're not real," Harley said, backing away from him. "You're not here. You're not real!"

"Oh I'm real," he replied menacingly, advancing on her. "I've always been real."

"No," she whimpered. "You aren't real! I don't…I don't believe in you!" Her back pressed up against the glass window of the store. Krueger was right in front of her, his dead eyes level with hers.

"My Harley girl," Krueger said softly, running his hand through her hair in a way that made her puke in her mouth a little bit. "You never were as good as Little Nancy." Harley twisted her head away, tears pouring down her face. "Look at me!" he suddenly roared, causing her to cringe.

Reluctantly, Harley looked at him, dead in the eyes. "Go fuck yourself, Krueger!"

Krueger didn't even say anything. Instead, he seized Harley by the lapels of her denim waistcoat and lifted her up three feet clean off the ground.

She began screaming then, struggling against Krueger's superhuman grip on her. "Get off me! Get the fuck off me, you motherfucker!" There it was again. That laugh. It made Harley's blood run cold.

"Sorry to crash the party so late," Krueger jeered, and he slammed Harley into the window, sending her smashing through the glass into the shop in a pile of blood and glass splinters. The glass tore through Harley's wrists and the inside of her elbows, slashing her veins. She bled out in seconds.

To most of the people in the store, it had looked like the crazy girl outside had committed suicide by jumping though the window out of her own free will. But as Nancy and Quentin clutched at their dead friend's corpse, Nancy sobbing her heart out, slowly going into shock, they both knew that this meant they had very little time to end Freddy Krueger once and for all.

-A Nightmare On Elm Street, 2010

Something brown and slimy started to leak out of the side of Jonah's mouth. James, Seth and I all stood around him, dithering around like a bunch of fucking dickheads, totally unsure what to do to help him.

"What is that?" asked Seth disgustedly, looking at the brown stuff. James reached out and touched it, smearing some on his fingertip. "What is that? Is that bile?"

"I don't know," muttered James, inspecting his finger. "It's cold."

"Sniff it," Seth suggested.

"No!" James replied, holding his finger out to Seth. "You sniff it."

Seth did just that, recoiling from it almost instantly. "It smells like puke!"

"Ew!" James started wiping his finger on Seth's t-shirt.

Wait. Bile-like consistency. Cold. Pukeish smell. I'd seen this before…like in every Hell-based horror movie ever. Oh, shit! "Guys, I know what-" I started to yell, when Jonah suddenly sat up and sprayed a fountain of green vomit over the three of us.

We began screaming, futilely attempting to keep the puke off us by shielding our faces with our arms. For obvious reasons, that really did not work. We still ended up coated in the stuff. By the time Jonah had stopped vomiting I was scraping sick out of my eyes, my nose, my mouth.

"The fuck did that just happen!" I screeched, shaking my arms in an attempt to shake some of the muck off me.

"It's in my eyes!" James was shrieking, wiping his face.

"I think it's in my nasal cavities!" I cried, pinching my nose.

"Dudes!" Seth suddenly shouted, pointing down. "He's gone!"

"What?!" I spluttered, following his finger. He was right; Jonah had vanished. "What in the fuck?!"

"Where is he?!" demanded James.

"He's fucking gone!" Seth howled.

"Oh shit!" I shrieked. "Shit shit shit! This is not good! You guys, that stuff coming out of his mouth…I think it means he's been possessed!"

"Possessed?!" they both shouted in confusion.

"Yeah, possessed!" I repeated impatiently. "As in, fucking demon possession, possessed! I don't know if you douchebags picked up on it, but that was not Jonah's normal voice! There were two voices overlapping each other; the demon is using Jonah as a vessel, talking through him!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" James said doubtfully. "Demon possession?"

"Do not doubt me, Franco!" I said stiffly. "I've pretty much dedicated my life to horror films- I've seen The Exorcist about eighty times! And I'm from Amityville! I'm like a demon possession expert!"

"Fuck! Jonah!" He began to yell Jonah's name repeatedly, as did Seth and I, looking wildly around us. Where the fuck could he have gone?!

"Jonah, stop this!" ordered Seth. "Please!"

"Jonah, where the fuck are you?!" shouted James.

"Why did you puke on us?!" I hollered, and the next thing I knew Jonah had popped up from nowhere and seized James by the top of the arm, picking him up and sending him flying down into the sofa area. Jonah leapt after him, and I think he began to physically bite James.

"Jonah!" I shrieked. "Stop it! This isn't you! I know you're still in there, you have to fight it!"

"Bad Jonah! Stop!" shouted Seth, like he was berating a misbehaved dog. "Stop eating him!" Jonah looked up at him and hissed. Like, actually hissed. He hissed like a snake. Suddenly, he was back on his feet, lunging for Seth.

"Watch out!" James warned in a panic. "He's super strong!" But it was too late: Jonah shoved Seth over with such a force that Seth went skidding along the floor and almost ended up falling head-first down the hole to the basement.

I wanted to help him, I did, but I was in the process of attempting to help James get back up on his feet. However, I was still dripping with vomit, as was James, meaning the floor around us was slick with the icky substance. As I went to haul James up, my bare feet slipped in the mess, and I went crashing down next to him, cracking the back of my head on the hardwood. I saw stars, and I blinked hard to steady my vision.

"Shit, Mack, are you okay?!" he asked me, leaning up on his elbow.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said quickly, and the two of us used each other to steady ourselves as we stood up.

Seth and Demon Jonah were wrestling by the hole, and I'm pretty sure I heard Demon Jonah ask Seth if his man-titties were big Bs or small Cs. Fuck, not only did we have a demon on our hands, but a sassy demon at that. But however freaked out Seth was, he managed to look past it as his fist flashed up and he punched Demon Jonah in the face, sending him sprawling.

"I'll get you something to help!" James shouted, whilst I ran over to attempt to provide Seth with some back-up. I kicked Demon Jonah in the ribs about five times, not that I'm entirely sure how this helped anything.

"Stay down, you fucker!" I grunted, booting him a sixth time, but I had done literally no damage whatsoever because he was just rolling around on the floor. Meanwhile, James and Seth were screaming in the background. James threw Seth a stool to beat down Jonah with, but of course Seth was incapable of even the simplest of tasks and recoiled away when the stool hit him. This gave Demon Jonah enough time to scramble to his feet and grasp hold of Seth and throw him up to the top floor of the house, sending him smashing through the wooden railings.

"Seth!" James and I shouted, quickly running up the stairs to check he was okay. He was lying on the floor, groaning, but thank the baby Jesus, he didn't seem overly harmed. He managed to struggle to his feet just as Demon Jonah let out an inhuman roar.

"Fuck this shit!" I screamed, running past James and Seth in my attempt to get away.

"We're getting crazy!" James yelled, sprinting after me.

"We need to hide!" I shrieked. "Where the fuck can we hide?!" Fucking hell, I really hoped Jay and Craig were still okay…

We ended up in James' bedroom, the three of us bent double, bracing ourselves on our knees as we tried to regain the use of our lungs.

"We gotta hide! We gotta hide!" James was whimpering.

"I literally just said that!" I snapped.

"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming!" James continued in the same tone.

"We know he's coming!" exclaimed Seth, unnerved. "I don't know what the fuck to do!"

"I don't know-" James began, when Seth suddenly ran past us both. "Where are you going?!"

"Shit!" was all Seth said as he wrenched open the doors of James' closet.

"Good thinking, Batman!" I said, James and I both following after him. We positioned ourselves behind the railings of clothes, making sure they covered our faces. Well, they covered my face. Seth and James were both a good three or four-ish inches taller than me, so their eyes peeped out over the top of the rails.

They shut up instantly, and through the clothes I could see that Demon Jonah had wandered into the room and was looking around. Looking for us.

"Please go away!" snivelled Seth.

"He's sniffing," James whispered.

"I'm so scared, guys!" Seth whimpered.

"Be quiet!" James ordered.

It was silent for about three seconds, when suddenly a sound like a small leaf-blower started up. I frowned. "Who the fuck is vacuuming at a time like this?!" I hissed as quietly as I could.

I twisted my head up to look between James and Seth, and saw that Seth was breathing as loud as humanly possible out of his open mouth.

"Seth!" I hissed.

"You're breathing really loud!" James whispered to him.

"Am I?" Seth replied.

"Don't breathe through your mouth!" James said.

"Okay," Seth answered, snapping his mouth shut. Then the weird vacuum-breathing noise started coming out of his nose.

"Can you just breathe like a normal person?" I whispered at him irately. "Now you're nose-breathing too loudly!"

"I'm sorry!" he hissed. "I can't help it! I don't know where else to breathe from!" He started to alternate between nose-breathing and mouth-breathing. "Is that-"

"Seth!" James whisper-snapped to get him to shut up.

"Jesus H. Christ," I muttered, trying to be as quiet as possible since Demon Jonah had just snapped his head around to look directly at the closet. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man oh man. We. Were. Fucked. We tried to hide ourselves more with the clothes as the demon got ever closer, but I could just tell it wasn't going to work.

"Oh shit, don't move!" Seth hissed.

"Shit, he's coming over!" I whimpered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Demon Jonah was creeping closer, his hand outstretched for the closet door handle, when Seth suddenly lunched forward with a scream, knocking the demon down to the floor. James and I sprinted after him, James kicking the demon back down and me standing on its gut.

The three of us fought with each other to get down the stairs first, none of us relenting at all. We ended up in such a tangle that we all tripped at the head of the steps, sending all three of us rolling down the stairs. We landed in a groaning heap at the bottom, vaguely concussed and very in pain.

"Oh, fuck my life!" I moaned.

"You guys okay?" James asked us as we struggled to sit up.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's all good!" I said, taking the hand he'd offered to me and climbing to my feet. "We gotta get out of here!"

"Let's go!" James said, helping up Seth, who was just repeatedly saying the word, "Okay!"

We were about halfway to the door when it suddenly burst open, a screaming Craig and Jay falling through it. Seth, James and I all started screaming at them in return. Jay and Craig began to barricade the door shut, still yelling.

"What the fuck?!" shrieked Seth. "What are you doing?!"

"There's a fucking demon chasing us!" shouted Craig.

James, Seth and I all looked at each other, then back at the two of them. "A demon?!" we exclaimed in unison. So this really was Hell on Earth. Jonah really had been taken over.

"What the fuck happened to you guys?!" asked Jay, gesturing at our vomit-decorated attire.

"That!" Seth said hopelessly, pointing at something to the side of us. We all turned, and saw Demon Jonah lurching towards us like a zombie.

"It's Jonah!" shouted James.

"He's been fucking possessed!" I added, hastily backing away. Jay, however, wasted literally no time swinging his baseball bat around and cracking the demon right around the face with it.

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Seth. "You brained him!"

"Is that…I was supposed to do that, right?" Jay asked hesitantly.

"Well, even if it wasn't, it's a bit fucking late now!" I retorted, when Demon Jonah suddenly hissed up at us. Jay smacked him straight in the nose again, and this time the demon stayed down.

"Motherfucker," Jay spat.

After James, Seth and I got changed out of the puke clothes (Seth borrowing some of James' stuff and me swapping the tank top of James' I'd been in for my stained orange camisole and leather jacket), Seth and James dragged Demon Jonah's unconscious form up to the bedroom he'd been residing in the last…however long we'd been trapped in this hellhole. I gathered up a frying pan, the little hammer and the baseball bat, plus a load of James' belts for us to tie Jonah to the bed with.

James, Seth and Craig were all strapping him down to the double bed whilst Jay and I stood at the foot of the bed frame, primed with the bat and a very large atlas I'd taken out of James' library.

"Fasten, goddamn you, bastard!" Jay was yelling.

"He is gonna be fucking bad news when he wakes up!" shouted Seth.

"He's fucking strong!" agreed James.

"My side's good," confirmed Craig, just as the demon began to stir.

"Oh, shitmuffins!" I screeched, holding the atlas high above my head, ready to beat down some motherfuckers.

"Alright, I'll fucking hit him!" declared Jay, standing in a fighting stance with his bat raised up, but the other guys were already running out of the room, and James grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him out with me following, dropping the atlas as I did so.

We ended up in James' library, sitting in a circle and trying to come to terms with what the fuck had just occurred.

"This shit's cray-cray, guys," Seth said quietly. "I mean…it's like, the real, like, apocalypse. It's like, the book of Revelations. Like, that means there's a God. Right?" Jay was nodding. Of course; he'd been right this whole time.

"I haven't led my life as though there's a God this whole time," Seth admitted.

"None of us really have," I mumbled, leaning my forehead on my hand.

"I mean, who fucking saw that coming?" he continued. "That there's actually a God?"

"I'd say…ninety-five percent of the planet," replied Jay, and I shot him a glare that said, 'this is not the time for your smug wisecracks.'

"Jesus fucking Christ, man," blew out Seth,

"You might want to stay away from saying that," Craig suggested gravely.

"Jesus fucking Christ?" he said again. "Why?" The rest of us objected at him, with Jay actually making the sign of the cross over himself. This was a new world; we could not be saying shit like that anymore.

"Hello?" I said obviously. "It's one of the Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. That's like, third grade stuff."

"Jesus isn't the name of the Lord," Seth protested. "God is the name of the Lord."

"Jesus, God, it's all the same," Craig told him.

"It's the Trinity," added Jay, holding up three fingers.

"It's the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," I concluded.

"It's like Neapolitan ice cream," James put in.

"I don't even know what the fucking Commandments are," Seth said.

"Guys, I think this is sort of bullshit," James suddenly said. "Because we're all good people. I can look at each one of you in the eye, I know you're good. Well, maybe there are some exceptions." He looked pointedly at me, and I looked to the ground in pure mortification. So now we'd half-dealt with our demon problem, it was back to Mack-shaming. And with it, James was basically saying that I deserved to be here, trapped on Hell on Earth. And he was right. I mean, even this was one of the fucking Commandments.

Thou shalt not commit adultery.

"I'm good," Seth quickly said.

"We're five actors!" James carried on. "We bring joy to people's lives!"

"Yeah, but we don't do it for free," Jay reminded him. "We get paid handsomely; much higher than the average profession."

"It's not like it was just handed to any of us," James defended. "We've worked really hard to be here."

"Yeah, pretend like it's hot when it's cold," chipped in Craig. "You sitting on the beach, it's freezing, you in your drawers, talking about something, everybody's surfing."

"I think God may have just fucked up," Seth whispered. "Made a mistake, and left us behind by accident. I mean, He's got a lot of shit on His plate."

"He's God, jackass!" I said heatedly. "God doesn't make mistakes! He's omniscient and all that!"

"Mack's right," said Craig. "It's not an oversight, it's not a mistake, okay? We gotta face facts. We're here, and there's a reason we're all here."

"Why are you so sure?" demanded James.

"I...I've done things, man," he said solemnly. "I…I gouged a man's eyeballs out."

"What in the name of all that is holy?!" I exclaimed.

"What the-" said Jay.

"Fuck off." That came from Seth.

"Craig!" James practically reprimanded.

"I was a kid, man," Craig explained. "It was a fucking bar fight. It was a bad foosball game. He said I didn't call spinneys, and I fucking called spinneys. He got all in my face and I-" cue violent gesture. "-smashed a bottle across his face. The first eyeball was an accident, but then I was like, fuck it, and I went for the second one. It was fucked up. But you know what? That shit happens. I'm saying, that's…I think that's why I'm here."

"I gotta admit something…" James began. "I…um…" He hesitated, then just came straight out with, "I fucked Lindsay Lohan!"

None of us even spoke. Everyone's eyebrows just shot three inches up their face. What in the fuck.

"She was fucked up, she was high!" James confessed. "It was at the Chateau Marmont and she kept banging on my door. She kept calling me Jake Gyllenhaal."

"That's fucked up," Seth grimaced.

"Yeah. I said…'call me the Prince of Persia.'"

"Well, all my dirty laundry has been well and truly aired," I said sourly. "As has Jay's. We got nothing to admit."

"See, that's what I'm saying, man!" said Craig. "We've all done bad shit, y'know? We've done more bad shit than good in our lives, and…" he trailed off, sighing. "It's time to pay the piper."

There was a sudden electronic fizzling sound, and the lights completely shut off. Everyone cried out variations of, "what the fuck."

"Oh, brilliant," I grumbled. "Because a power cut is exactly what we need right now."

"God did this," James whispered dramatically, holding a lit Zippo up so his face was illuminated. "He gave us light, and then He took it away."

"You hear that?" Jay asked rhetorically as a load of inhuman roars started emanating from upstairs. "It's the soundtrack of us going insane."

"Damn, I wish there was something we could do to help him," Craig said sadly.

A metaphorical light bulb suddenly flickered to life over my head. Of course. How had I not thought of this as soon as I realised what had happened.

"I know what we can do!" I said at the same time as Jay. I looked at him, and he looked at me. It was clear that we'd both had the same idea.

A/N- Honestly, that might be one of my favourite parts of the whole movie. Love me some demon activity. Yes, I'm a freak, I'm more than aware. But anyway, let me know how you liked it! Your reviews are making me feel so validated! Keep 'em comin'! Xx Gee xX