"No!" I shouted.

"Mam, sit somewhere else it's not safe." The armored guard ordered me.

"Not safe?! Are you kidding me?! Sitting near one of these creeps isn't safe! Let alone having an entire bus full of them!"

"Uh, sally? You're making a scene." Lizz said quietly.

"I ain't gonna calm down!" I yelled.

"Someone shut the bitch up!" I heard a familiar yell.

"Hey! You can go back to hell! Bacon head!" I yelled back to Freddy.

"What did you just call me?!"

"You heard me, or is there too much shit in your ears?!"

"Why you little,"

"Both of you shut the hell up before you're sedated!" The guard ordered loudly. "And you," He pointed to me."You take a different seat. Just because you're new, it doesn't lower your maturity."

"Okay, okay." I said.

I got up and stood for a moment.

Who would be the safest to sit next to? Hmm. Crap! Myers spots taken! You are kidding me! Is that really the only spot open?!

I hung my head and began to walk. I plopped myself at the empty seat and tried not to freak out at this point. Shifting my eyes to the creature next to me I opened my backpack and took out my binder that had lots of research on the horror villains. I buried my nose into it so he wouldn't see what I was reading.

Then again could he read? Well he can whistle so, hmm, I don't know. Can he even talk? In the movies I have never heard him speak. He must eat peoples brains to gain intelligence, so would that make him be able to talk? Or has he been in the earth too long to remember English? Maybe he speaks a different language? Gawd! I could imagine him speaking french with that little french hat, what ever you call them.

"What are you staring at, leech?" I heard a gravely voice announce.

Startled, I shifted my eyes every which way looking for who said that. Until my eyes landed on Creeper. He was looking at me and seemed pretty irritated.

Was it him who spoke?

"Well?" Creeper asked.

"N-nothing." I said quickly and put my book back in my bag.

But he just reached over and took the whole bag from me.

"Hey! That's mine!" I yelled grabbing hold of the strap.

But hearing a low growl escape his throat I let go and hung my head, again. Seeing him pull out my binder I cursed under my breath.

"What's this?" He asked.

He hasn't opened it yet, so maybe I can get it back somehow before he does.

"It's just my day planner."I said.

"Then why'd you curse, did I find a little secret?"

"No. There are just some personal notes in it."

"Right. And I'm a saint."

He opened up the binder and I watched his eyes dart the pages.

"I'll tell you what. You show me the binder you hid under the seat and I won't give you hell. "

"You aren't going to anyways."

"Why is that?"

"Because there are people with AK 47s on this bus."

"Have guns ever stopped me before?"

"True, but are you going to show anyone else?"

"What's the point in that?"

"Alright, fine."

Handing him the real binder, he opened it up and read. A moment or two later he began tearing some pages from it.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Just getting rid of the dirt you got on me, is that a problem?"

"Well...um, no. No it isn't."

"Good girl."

"I'm not a dog!"

"No, but I'm at the top of the food chain. So you may want to watch your tone." He said giving the book back and stuffing the torn papers in his coat.

The bus jerked to a stop and I got flung forward hitting my head on the seat.

Lovely, now I have a headache.

Creeper shoved me out of the way and walked down the ail out of the bus. After a few killers walked by I saw Freddy. He looked at me with a smile and slowly slid his razor across his throat and then pointed at me. Looking away I went over to Lizz and walked off the bus with her.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"I don't know but where ever it is. It's huge."I said.

I looked at the sign wired to the large twenty foot fence. It read, Area 51.

"I hate our government." I growled dryly.

"Agreed."

The facility had large buildings that were several stories high and there were even what looked like prisons. Not to mention the weapons.

"Listen up and listen good you two." A army general barked at us. "Your housing department is at the west gate number 320, authorized personnel will guide you through your daily activities. I will advise you not to interact with the other residents unless ordered to. Do I make myself clear!"

"Yes sir!" Lizz and I said in unison standing up straight out of fear.

"Delegate Swanson! Lead these two to housing department 320!" He hissed.

Another army man came up and gestured his hand for us to fallow. "Follow me."