Chapter 12

The Son of Rage and Love…and 100 Maniacs

From his seated vantage point in the Olds Delta 88, Jacob looked out at the place where he knew Ash and Jill were, doing God knew what in that ditch. It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine, what with the slight noises he could hear from beyond the closed window. And yet he still found it unbelievable that it could happen under these circumstances. At the mere idea of it, he let out a short chuckle, shaking his head.

The slight heaving motion of his chest woke Rebecca, gently resting on Jacob's shoulder. They all knew this wasn't the right time, but the temptation to take it easy, if only for a few moments, was just too great. "Hey, everything alright?" Jacob looked down into her eyes, replying, "Yeah…I just think what Ash and Jill are into is kinda humorous to even ponder."

Rebecca sat upright, looking back at him with a mock-indignant look on her face. "Why, you are so rude. Personally, I think it's kind of cute, them being together." Jacob turned away with a just-as-mocking scoff, retorting, "Oh, sure, a former S.T.A.R.S. member with the Ash-hole, what could be better?" This was meant with laughter that rang through the whole car, along with slight chuckles from the 2 Kennedys in the back seat, sitting in each others' arms. "Jake, just because you had to put up with him while fighting Freddy in the first place…." Leon trailed off mockingly, countered by a slight jab in the ribs by Angela.

"Yeah, and he mentored you in the Secret Service afterwards", Jacob came back, "So who's the one with the problem?" Making sure that Rebecca was too busy laughing, Leon flipped him the bird comedically, then looked back down at Angela, who kissed him softly with a smile. Leon gave her a short hug, his arm around her shoulders.

This short reverie was broken by Rebecca's yell of 'Hey!' from the middle of the front seat. They all looked in her direction to see that the mean, red-and-green machine that was previously sitting abandoned in the road, was completely gone. They all looked at the spot where it laid, expecting it to show up once again, but nothing happened that would indicate anything they were hoping for. Jacob simply took one glance out the window, and then said, "Don't waste your sight. If Krueger's making this happen, odds are nothing's going to change…I know that from an awfully personal way."

Everyone looked at Jacob Johnson like they'd never seen him before waiting for him to continue…

He tried to take me over when I was still in my mother's womb. At that point, he'd already killed my father, my mother's boyfriend Dan Jordan. Krueger thought that if he could turn me over, he could get his powers back, then pass them off when he was no longer thought worthy of them. He had me in his claws for awhile. But thanks to his mother, and mine, Krueger was defeated…for that moment anyway.

18 years later, he came back into my life, preparing to take over the world with no kids left alive. My mother sacrificed herself to give me her powers, because she was already suffering from a terminal illness from those powers. Me and Ash led our group, called the Nightmare Warriors, against him and Jason Voorhees, serving as a Deadite generally under him. /i

"But wait", Leon interjected softly , and Jacob turned to look him straight in the eye. It was then that Leon truly noticed the darkness that haunted Jacob's eyes ever since then. " You said Krueger's mother helped you too…why?" What Jacob said next, no one was prepared for.

"Because she didn't deserve to be caught in this whole circle. She was the first victim here. She worked as a nun in a convent that, ironically enough, contained an insane asylum, and then became Westin Hills Psychiatric.

On Christmas Eve night many years ago, Amanda Krueger was locked in that insane asylum accidentally by vacation-eager guard. For those short few days, she was brutally raped by the 100 maniacs that resided there in that very wing. She barely made it out alive, but that experience continued to haunt her.

When the guards came back, the first person they found was Amanda Krueger, her nun's habit dirty and torn in many places, barely alive, and quite pregnant. But as soon as Fred Krueger was born, he was put up for adoption and taken in by a Mr. Underwood. The abusive guardian he was, he unknowingly taught Freddy the secret of pain, with help from Freddy's self-abuse.

Freddy turned out to be like his 100 maniac fathers from the very beginning. His first kill was Underwood himself. A few years later, he ended up killing his wife after she found out of his history killing children in Springwood. His daughter knew too, but she was taken in by the Borroughs and became a psychiatrist. Even worse, was that she soon followed the same path as her father.

But when Krueger was put on trial, he was released because some idiot didn't sign the search warrant correctly. In response, those angry parents torched the boiler room Freddy lived at. But that didn't stop him, all thanks to those Deadite demons who gave him the dream powers that let him reign over our dreams…

No one dared to speak for a few minutes after Jacob was done. Everyone was gripping the leather of the front seats wherever they could from the tension. Finally, all hands let go, and a whisper of 'Dear God…' from Angela escaped her lips. "I know, Ang", Jacob replied. "This world is a dangerous place. But even in the deepest wars, life still goes on as more and more people die."

Everyone looked down at the ground, pondering Jacob's philosophical words, and finding no hidden meanings behind them besides the obvious: they were at their own war with Krueger.

"This is one war we have to win, then, isn't it", Rebecca threw out into the tense air, and no one else could deny it. Jacob gently put his arm around her, as Leon and Angela braced themselves as well for whatever fate may throw at them because of Krueger. "We will win this, Becca", Jacob answered back.

Leon let another small joking smile cross his face, as he leaned forward. "Besides…you still owe her a date, Jacob. Not much will happen if one of you dies, now, will it?"