Ch. 32
There was no answer at all, and my call echoed throughout the boiler room ("…are you?...are you?…are you?").
We all looked around, and nothing happened.
It was like he'd disappeared off the face of the planet.
I lowered my head, resigning myself, when the new Freddy chuckled and got up and turned around to face me, waiting for his attack.
He chuckled, then said, "Your friend's a roasted chicken.", and charged.
But then the worst pain imaginable came into my stomach, and I immediately bent over and cried out repeatedly in pain. The new Freddy halted his attack, confused, because he wasn't doing this to me.
I bent over, and finally fell over, clutching my stomach in pain. This was worse than any menstrual cycle cramp.
But I froze, stuck there in my pain, when I thought the word cramp. My thoughts flew back to the second ANOES, and I mentally rolled my eyes.
Always looking for an entrance., I thought, right before I cried out again in pain.
The pain grew, spreading from my stomach to my arms and legs, and finally my hands. I grimaced and closed my eyes when I saw the blades coming through my fingers. I could feel them in my hand, I could feel him, growing, about to rip me to shreds in order to make an appearance.
But, at the same time, my being, my thoughts, my soul, was being taken from my body and slowly pushed into the body that was inside of mine, if you can understand such an idea.
I grimaced for one last time, then said, "Stand back, he's coming."
"What's coming?", the new Freddy asked.
"Him.", I grunted, then, finally, my soul was fully registered into the body that was inside of my own. I now perceived being trapped inside of my own, tight, small body, and, with lack of thought, ripped my way free, using my claws.
My body, not my new body, but my old one, fell to shreds around me. I picked up my hat and placed it on my head, not used to being without it.
I took one look at this man, this thing, in a sense, and wondered how he dared encroach on my turf. I guessed I would have to take him out in order for the messed up sense of peace and normality to be returned to this place (for me to feel as if I owned this place again).
I blinked, and stepped forward, no longer clumsy or inept as I brandished my claws at him.
I growled, showing my teeth.
The new Freddy just stared at me with this uncomprehending look, and Michael and Jason just looked on, also silently shocked by my transformation.
I was no longer the friend of Freddy Krueger.
I was Freddy Krueger.