Ch. 4
Jason rammed Freddy up against the wall again and again, while Michael, almost tiny next to the huge Jason, stabbed their opponent repeatedly in his chest and stomach, tearing the annoying red-and- green sweater he wore. But even this wasn't enough to stop him, and he started to laugh loudly, despite the fact that Jason was choking him. Then he slashed at Michael with his razor-glove, and Michael fell to the ground with a loud thump.
"Michael!", I screamed, feeling afraid for the man. "Mike, are you okay?", I asked him, holding up his head on my lap so he could breathe. He froze, looking at me, both of us realizing that I'd just given him a nickname: Mike. He was okay, and his jumpsuit wasn't even torn. Thank goodness he's okay., I thought. His eyes sparkled from behind his white mask, and he jerked up, spooking me, and went back to fight with more gusto than before.
Jason had now put Freddy in a mean headlock, and Michael stabbed their opponent in the back repeatedly with his kitchen knife. Was there any way to kill him?, I thought. No, legends won't die., I thought, looking at Jason and Michael, who were living, (or dead, depending on your point of view), proof. But Freddy could "die", technically, even though he was a legend, because if nobody was afraid of him, or if nobody knew about him, then he would be "dead", I thought.
Then, suddenly, Michael cracked the enemy's neck in two, and Freddy went limp.
Michael turned around and looked at me, as if to say, "And that's how you do that."
Jason picked up Freddy's body and took him to a bedroom, Mike and I following him. Freddy's sweater had fixed the ripped parts of itself, so it looked like normal again… as normal as a red-and-green sweater can. They then put him on a chair and tied him to it, sticking duct-tape over his mouth, and around his arms, legs, and razor-blades.
"Is he dead?", I asked stupidly. Jason and Michael exchanged a glance and looked at me, shaking their heads "No.", but I could tell they wanted to laugh at the question.
I was glad they didn't.
"Hey, uh…Thanks for, you know…saving me…from him. I really, really appreciate it, more than you know.", I said with as much meaningfulness as I could, after a moment of awkward silence.