Sean, Hannah and Chey looked at the laptop at the information they had found on Maggie Burroughs.
"So, she's a child pyschologist, basically. She works in a shelter, in Central City. Well that's it settled. We have to go to Central City. We have to see what she knows." Sean stated, slapping a hand on his knee.
"Well, there isn't a point in us all going, is there? I mean, we should still research as much as we can on Krueger." Chey said. Hannah nodded in agreement.
"How about Jason and I go find Maggie, you guys stay here and research Krueger." Sean stood up, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
"Why me?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You have access to a car." Sean pointed out. Jason shrugged, unable to argue with that.
Chey and Hannah nodded in agreement. " No problem there. When are you guys going?"
"Now!" Sean said, looking at Jason.
"Eh, woah there, pal. First, we have to get the address of this place." Jason picked up the laptop once more. After a few minutes searching, he had found the address, gotten direction and taken note of them all. " Right, lets go." The four adolescents got up and exited the house. The two boys heading for Jason's car, while the girls headed to Chey's abode to study the papers some more.
"Do you think she'll talk?" Sean asked as Jason started up the engine. He shurgged, shaking his head. " I don't know, she'd better."
It had been over two hours since the boys had left from Central City. Chey and Hannah had done some more looking for any news on Freddy, once again, it was fruitless.
"Do you think the boys have had any luck?" Hannah asked, flipping through the pages of yet another paper.
Chey looked at the clock before answering. " They'll just be getting into Central City now, if they haven't stopped for anything, that is." She stifiled a yawn, rubbing at her eyes.
"Chey, how long have you been awake?" Hannah asked, looking at the dark bags under her new-found friends eyes.
Chey shrugged weakly. "I don't know, around four days?"
Hannah frowned, putting down the paper. "You should sleep. I'll watch over you, wake you up at any sign of a nightmare." Chey mulled over the thought before agreeing. All she wanted was to sleep, maybe an hour or two would do her some good. She lay back on the sofa and got herself comfortable. She pulled a comforter over her, and closed her eyes, falling asleep within seconds. Hannah watched over her, sipping a lukewarm coffee. Caffine would be much needed, whether it was hot, or not.
Chey awoke from her slumber, feeling a little more refreshed. She kicked the comforter off of her, deciding Hannah must have gone to the bathroom, when she couldn't find her. She felt something scurry across her legs and gingerly got off of the sofa. It looked different, more old fashioned and moth-eaten. Her breath caught in her throat as she realised she was in Krueger's home and not her own. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the old musty smell of the moth bitten furniature. The floor boards creaked at each step she took as she entered the hallway. A red tricycle fell down the stairs, the small bell on the front ringing at each bump. Chey approached the new addition in the room, on closer inspection, she noitced dried blood covering the back wheels. She backed away, covering her mouth. A childish scream coming from below diverted her attention from the bloodied tricycle, she spun on her heel towards the basement door, which was now ajar. Chey took a tentive step forward, tilting her head to try and see the inside of the door without having to step through the doorway.
"Fuck. I'm not going in there." Chey mumbled to herself, backing away from the door and making her way into the kitchen, where Krueger was waiting for her, tapping his blades on the counter.
Hannah awoke with a jolt, cursing herself for falling asleep. She turned to Chey, who was no longer sleeping on the sofa. A frown played across her face as she began searching for Chey. "Chey? Where are you? Chey?" Hannah found the other girl standing in the kitchen, a butchers knife in her hand.
"Chey? What are you doing?" Hannah asked, looking curiously at her friend. Chey's posture was off, she couldn't put her finger on it, but something wasn't right. Before Hannah had any time to react, Chey held her arm out infront of her and sliced at her wrist in one quick, deft movement. Hannah screamed, rushing forward as Chey collapsed. Grabbing a dish towel, she wrapped it tightly around Chey's wrist, trying to stem the flow. She reached into her pocket and dialed the emergency services, demanding an ambulance, her voice cracking as a lump formed in her throat. After begging them to be quick, Hannah hung up and held onto Chey's hand. A dirty laugh filled the kitchen. Freddys laugh.
"You bastard!" Hannah screamed, looking around the kitchen for Freddy, though she saw no trace of him. The front door opened and the paramedics barged into the kitchen, followed by Chey's parents. Hannah backed away, leaning against the counter, clutching at her hair while trying to stop the flow of tears that were streaming down her face.
"How much longer?" Sean asked, shifting in the passenger seat of the car.
"Fuck! You're worse than a five year old! I don't know, Sean. We get there, when we get there!" Jason snapped, hitting the steering wheel with the flat of his hand.
"I was only asking." Sean retorted, turning towards his window, gazing out at the passing scenery. Jason glared into the rear view mirror, before sighing. "Look, man, I'm sorry. This shit is just getting to me."
Sean nodded, before pointing at a sign. "Central City!"
"About fucking time!" Jason muttered,pulling into the town. "Now we just have to find the shelter."
Sean directed Jason to the shelter, which they found surprisingly quick. Jason parked the car across the street and stepped out of the car, locking it when Sean had joined him.
"Lets go find Maggie." Sean said, heading across the road, Jason following. The entered the shelter, which looked a little run down, though still homely, or as homely as could be expected for such a place. They passed three boys in the hall who looked around the same age as Sean and Jason. The boy on the edge barged his shoulder into Jason, who turned on his heel to stop him. "Oy, watch where you're going, you fuckin' dick."
The boy turned to glare at Jason. " You going to make me, asshole?"
Jason took a step forward, squaring up to the boy. "If I have to, yeah I will." The boy sneered before shoving Jason back. Jason growled and grabbed the boys shoulders, slamming him into a wall.
"Hey! What's going on?" A averaged height woman marched down the corridor, he dark brown eyes ablaze with fury.
"This whack job attacked me!" The boy snapped, shrugging Jason's hands off of him.
"You three, back to your rooms." The woman demanded, gesturing down the hall. "And you two." She turned to Jason and Sean. "Who are you?"
"I'm Sean, this is Jason." Sean said, stepping forward. "We're looking for -"
"You're Maggie." Jason cut in. "Maggie Burroughs."
Maggie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "How do you know my name?"
"We done some research. We know you had an encounter with Freddy. Freddy Krueger. You beat him."
Maggies stern facial expression dropped, her mouth slightly agape.
"H-how do you know that name?"
"He's back, Miss Burroughs," Sean said. "We need your help." Maggie glanced around and gestured to the boys to follow her. She led them into an office, ushering them inside and closing the door behind them.
"Look, I don't know where you heard that name, or what you think you know, but I'm telling you this once, and only once, so pay attention. Fred Krueger, is dead. He can't come back in dreams, it's just irrational."
"But-" Sean began.
"No. It's not possible!" Maggie sat behind the desk, folding her arms across her chest.
Jason raised an eyebrow, slamming his hands on the desk, he leaned in to face Maggie.
"There's just on problem, Maggie, neither Sean or myself mentioned anything about dreams. It was said that he was back, you obviously are hiding something and I'd appreciate if you'd help us! Our friends are dying, Maggie and we wanna know how to stop him."
Maggie glared back at the adolescent, shaking her head. "Look you two, whatever sick joke you're playing-"
Jason hoisted up his hoodie and shit, revealing the stitches. "Does this look like I'm fucking joking?" He yelled, pointing at his wounds.
Maggie gazed in horror at the lacerations on the boys body, standing up to get a better look. "You could have done those in a number of different ways."
"Oh yeah? How? How could I manage to get four straight slashes, directly parallel to each other? Even the most skilled surgeon couldn't have done this, with the exact precision. You know we're not kidding around, Maggie. Now are you going to help us, or not?" Jason stared back at Maggie, averting his gaze only when his phone rang. He turned to answer his phone.
Sean glanced at Maggie, trying to work out if she would help them or not.
Jason hung up his phone, turning to Sean, his face pale with worry. "Chey's in the hospital. Slashed wrist. They say it was a suicide attempt."