A/N: Credit to Justawrestlingdream for idea's in this chapter. (:
The lyrics used are from 'Won't Go Quietly' by Example. (As you may have figured, I love Example.3) No infringment intended.
The pupils of Springwood High, huddled together in their little groups, trying to stay warm on the bitter winter morning. A chilly wind swept over them as the anticipated the morning bell, signaling they could enter the school. Lessons may not be the most exciting thing in the world, but at least the classrooms were warm. Hannah sat on the wall, the cold seeping through her jeans as she waited impatiently for Chey to arrive. She had to talk to her, let her know about this Maggie Burroughs person, she also had to let Sean and Jason know, but she preffered to wait until Chey knew and they could tell them together. Admittedly, she felt uncomfortable around the presence of males, Jacob being the only exception. She sighed and watched the mist from her breath disappear into the air, rubbing her hands together as the harsh cold nipped them. Finally spotting the dark haired girl, Hannah jumped off of her sitting place and made her way over to Chey, who looked a little worse for wear.
"Morning, Chey. Are you alright?"
Chey rubbed her eyes with her bandaged hand. "Yeah, I'm okay, just..tired. He's really real, isn't he?"
Hannah nodded solemnly. She hated being the barer of bad news, but the knowledge of his existence could save Chey's life.
"Sean was right, I thought..But he was right."
Hannah put a comforting arm around the other girls shoulder.
"Chey, there's something I have to tell you." Hannah started, choosing her words carefully.
Hannah looked back at Chey, before taking a deep breath and revealing what she had learned last night after Chey had left the dream scape.
Chey listened intently, nodding when appropriate. "We have to let Sean and Jason know. We should probably try and track this Maggie down as well. See what she knows."
"That's what I thought." Hannah said, pulling her jacket closer to her body.
Chey nodded determindly as the bell pierced the sound of teenagers conversing. "Meet me here at morning break, I'll let Sean and Jason know. We can let them in on this and come up with a plan or something."
The lessons seemed to go slower than usual for the four potential victims of Freddy and when the bell signalling break rang, it felt as though four days had passed. Hannah was the first to arrive as the designated meeting place, followed by Chey, Sean and Jason. The latter two standing as far apart as possible. Chey explained their new discovery, with Hannah occasionally interrupting to add in any missed details.
"So, we find this Maggie, we can defeat Krueger?" Sean asked. " Fuck yeah, lets do it."
Chey and Hannah nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
"Eh, if I'm not mistaken, we have no clue where, or who the fuck this person is. So, you know. How do you prepose we find them?" Jason asked.
"Phone book." Chey said simply
"Oh yeah, cause there's going to be only one Maggie Burroughs in America. How silly of me." Sarcasm dripped from Jason's words, as he rolled his eyes.
"We could use the internet. I know what she looks like, I seen from his memory." Hannah added.
"Makes more sense than a phone book." Jason muttered. "So, agreed we find Maggie?"
The trio nodded.
"Well...That's it I guess." Hannah concluded. "I have to go now, anyway, I want to get to the library, I have a history project due this afternoon."
The group started to split up.
"Eh, Jason, look, just can we talk?" Sean asked, rushing to catch him before he disappeared into the crowd.
"Naw." Jason replied, without looking back.
Sean grabbed his shoulder and turned the shorter boy to look at him.
"Jason please. About last night, look man, just talk to me. Beat me up, do whatever you gotta do first, just talk to me."
"I can't beat you up, Sean."
"You..You can't?"
Sean's had the fleeting thought that Jason would admit that he had feelings for him too. Couldn't beat him up, because he cared too much to hurt him. However those hopes were soon extinguished.
Jason shook his head. "Nah, I can't. Because I really think I'd kill you." Sean stood as Jason pulled free of his grip and walked away. He jumped at a hand on his shoulder.
"Sean, are you okay?" Chey asked.
Ignoring her, Sean walked briskly into the crowd, leaving Chey standing. He didn't want to talk to her. The only person he was willing to talk to, just basically made a threat on his life. He entered the boys bathroom, locking himself in a cubical and slammed his fist against the door, tears streaming down his face. His heart felt like it had been hit with a sledge hammer and had shattered into a million pieces. He didn't know why Jason effected him so much. He hadn't know him long. He couldn't be in love, could he? He pondered the thought, leaning his head against the door. He'd do anything for Jason to at least talk to him. But, he'd fucked that up. Jason hated him. And he didn't think he could face that fact. Maybe he did love him after all..
Sean sat in his darkened room, on the edge of his bed. Everything seemed worthless to him now, he would just fuck everything up, like he did with Jason. He sighed, and sent out a text on his phone. He knew what he had to do.
The music was blasting from his ipod. If his phone didn't vibrate, Jason wouldn't even have known that his phone was ringing. Removing one ear-phone, he turned down the volume of his music and stopped jogging before answering. Chey's frantic voice greeted him.
"He what? Aw I'll see what I can do." Jason hung up, and sprinted back towards Elm Street, his loose earphone swinging from side to side, the music still blaring in his ear.
She's electric, she's the current running through my veins.
I just can't kick the habit, I just can't kick the habit
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain.
I just can't kick the habit.
Now, I should be thinking it over.
Instead I'm calling her over, now she's here and she won't go quietly.
Can't see the end of this, or who survives,
It's just another case of do or die.
Jason gritted his teeth at the lyrics deeper meaning to the situation he was now in and willed himself to run faster. Sean had fallen asleep. On purpose. And he wasn't planning on waking up. He turned into Elm Street and raced down the street, sweat pouring down his face. As he neared Sean's house, he jumped the garden fence and knocked on the door. After a few moments, no one had answered. He growled and opened the door, guessing correctly that Sean's mother and brother weren't home. Bounding up the stairs, he flung open Sean's bedroom door and tried to shake him awake, with no avail, he ran a hand through his hair, spotting a bottle of sleeping tablets on the bedside.
"You fuckin' idiot." Jason muttered, trying to think of a way to help Sean. Time was running out. Sitting on the floor, he got himself comfortable and closed his eyes, focusing on Sean's dream and waited to succumb to sleep.
Sean walked along the grated catwalks, waiting for the appearence of Freddy. He was on a suicide mission, he knew it, but he just didn't care anymore. The voices in his heads echoed the same words over and over. "You're just a fuck up, everyone's going to hate you in the end, Jason's just the beginning. You'll be doing everyone a favour." He closed his eyes for a moment, wishing the voices would shut up, and continued walking.
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, better stay up later.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
The song repeated over and over. Surely Krueger was close. He had to be. He was toying with him.
"C'mon Krueger. Lets just end this." Sean muttered to himself, reaching the edge of the stair way, leading down to the lowest level of the boiler room. Sean stopped as the screech of metal upon metal sounded throughout the metal maze, followed by Freddys manic laugh. It seemed a million miles away, yet close at the same time. Surrounding him, suffocating him. Hot steam, issued from the pipe next to Sean, making him jump, leaving droplets of water over his face. The voices in Sean's head seemed to have projected somehow, filling the room. Tormeting him. Sean dropped to his knees, covering his head. He couldn't take much more of this. As sudden as it had started, it all stopped, the only sound was a tapping sound. Slowly, Sean looked up to find the dream stalker himself standing before him, tapping a blade against the side of his thigh, as though impatient. Sean let out a shakey breath and stood up, facing Freddy. Freddy sneered, his blade still rhythmically tapping against the fabric of his trousers.
"Feel a little down, Sean?"
Sean backed away a few steps out of reaction, fear taking over his thoughts.
"Aww." Freddy mocked. " Shall we have a little, therapy session?" He spread his blades, showing the dried blood that adorned them, almost like rust. They glinted in a deadly fashion in the dim red lighting.
"Oh God..." Sean whimpered.
"This." Freddy held his glove infront of his face. " Is God. I'm the only thing you can believe in here, this, is my world. My game. My rules. And you, boy, have just lost your last life. You know what that means?"
Sean shook his head.
"Game over."
Sean stood watching, paralyzed with fear as Freddy raised his blades.
"SEAN." A voice sounded from behind. Before he had time to turn, Sean saw someone collide with Freddy. The impact made Freddy fall back, as him and the new presence in the dream scape rolled down the stairs, tusseling.
Freddy pinned his attacker down and staddled his hips, holding him down by the throat with his unarmed hand.
"You're really beginning to become a pain in the ass, you little cunt." Freddy snarled, glove poised.
"I'm not fuckin' scared of you." Jason spat back, his hands clutching at Freddys, trying to loosen his grip.
"You may not be, but I have enough power, enough fear, to still kill you." Freddy brought his glove down. Jason grabbed the wrist of the attacking hand, trying to hold him off. He knew Freddy wasn't lying. The pressure on his neck was proof. Breathing was becoming more of a chour with every passing second, but he wasn't about to let a crispy fucker in a bad imitation of a christmas sweater beat him.
Freddy leered at the boy beneath him as he tried to break his strength and plunge his blades into the boys throat. No sooner than the idea had crossed his mind, two thin pieces of barbed wire shot out of the concreate, wrapping themselves around Jason's wrists. The adolescent grunted in pain as the wire began to dig into his skin, drawing blood, but he refused to let go of Freddys wrist. Eventually the force of the wire pulled Jasons hands to the floor, leaving him defensless. Freddy grinned, showing his poor dental work. He slashed at the boys chest, leaving four rips along in the fabric of his t-shirt, which soon became stained crimson. It wasn't deep enough to kill him, yet. Freddy traced the boys jaw-line and down his neck, leaving a thin trail of red behind. Jason glared back at Freddy, refusing to show he was in pain in any way, shape or form. Freddy growled, plunging his blades into Jasons ribcage. Jason gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment, but still refuse to let any noise escape his lips.
"Why won't you scream?"
Sean, who had stood frozen in terror, finally snapped out of his daze. Almost jumping down the stairs, he threw Krueger off of Jason, who was now sweating in effort. Moving round to the side, he tried to undo the wire on Jason's wrists as Freddy got to his feet.
"Now, you two are really pissing me off."
Sean jumped to his feet, looking around for some insperation. Then an idea hit him.
"Jason, you're going to hate me for this." He muttered, swinging back his foot and kicking Jason in the side.
"FUCK!" Jason's yell resounded around the boiler room as he dissolved from the dream world. Freddy snarled and lunged at Sean, who was repeatedly telling himself to wake up. He braced himself for the impact, the pain of blades ripping into his flesh. But it never happened. He opened one eye wearily, noting his surroundings. He was in his own room. He sat up, wiping his brow. He breifly checked himself for injurys, sighing in relief when he found nothing. He stiffened as he remembered Jason. Flicking on his light, he found his bed sticky with blood. Looking over the side, he found Jason lying in a pool of blood, fighting to conciousness.
"Shit, Jase!" He leapt off of the bed, pressing a spare hoodie to his wounds. He grabbed his cell phone and called for an ambulance. He hung up after giving them the address and ordering them to hurry.
"Jason, what the fuck did you do that for?"
"I wasn't ...gunna let you be killed." Jason panted, gritting his teeth as the pain was begining to overriding his senses.
"I thought you hated me." Sean muttered, looking down.
Jason didn't reply, his eyes half closed.
"Jason, stay with me. Don't fall back asleep. " Sean cried, shaking him gently. It seemed as though an eternity had passed before the paramedics arrived. Sean rushed down the stairs, letting them into the house and guiding them up stairs. He watched in anticipation as the medics fixed Jason up as best they could for the journey to the hospital.
"Don't sedate him." Sean warned. "He's..uh..He's allergic."
"Are you going with him?" One of the medics asked as they carried Jason down the stairs, and into the vehical.
Sean thought for a moment, before nodding. "I..Give me a second."
Quickly scrawling a note for his mother, he left it on the table in the hallway, where he knew she would find it and rushed out the house and into the ambulance.