A/N: I'd just like to thank Darkness Takes Over & Justawrestlingdream for all the support and advice they have given so far. (: I probably would have given up on this without your reviews, so thank you :D and Darkness, I actually was going to have Maggie slap Jason, lol. I may add it in at some point for you.
Sean looked at Jason in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."
Jason shook his head, pocketing his phone and turned to Maggie. "Look, Chey isn't the type to attempt suicide. This was Kruegers doing, so I'm asking you once more, are you going to help us or not?"
Maggie sat in silence, unsure on whether to believe the two teenagers standing before her. She had killed Freddy, blew him up with that pipe bomb. Surely he couldn't come back. On the other hand, the boys did look distressed and overly tired. And those injuries. The rational side of her mind was telling her that this couldn't be true, that Freddy was gone and there were a number of explanations for these kids conditions. However, a small part of her couldn't help but believe them. She shook her head, although not on purpose.
"God-fucking-damn it! People are dying." Jason snapped. "You know fine well that we're not kidding around, you're just too much of a coward to admit it to yourself."
Maggie rose from her seat and issues a sharp slap to the side of Jason's face, her hand stung and his face instantly turned red.
"How dare you!" Maggie seethed, eyes narrowed in contempt. "What the hell do you think gives you the right to waltz in here and berate me? You have no clue about anything that's happened. I suggest you drop you're attitude and march your ass right out the door before I call the police."
Jason stood dumbfounded, his cheek felt hot and sore from the slap. Whatever reaction he had expected from Maggie, it certainly wasn't that. He dropped his gaze and shook his head.
"Whatever you say." He turned, muttering "bitch" under his breath.
"Wait, we're just going? Like that?" Sean asked, looking from Jason to Maggie.
"Well she obviously isn't going to help us, so we've no reason being here. " Jason pointed at Maggie, glaring at Sean.
Sean sighed in defeat as Jason strutted out the door, slamming it behind him. He turned to Maggie. "Miss Burroughs, I'd just like to apologise on behalf of my friend, he's not so bad, once you get to know him...and he's not so tired. Sorry if we wasted your time." Sean turned towards the door, cursing Jason's brash nature in his mind.
Maggie watched as the taller boy walked towards the door, biting her lip. She'd taken a dislike to Jason, Sean however, didn't seem to be so bad. At least he had been more polite to her. She sighed. "Look, wait. I may consider helping you, but only if you guys are really serious and on one condition."
Sean turned to face her. " What condition?"
"My friends get to come along. They helped me last time."
Sean nodded, a small grin on his face. " Yeah, yeah, any help would be great!"
Maggie grimaced as she walked around the desk. "You'd better go get your friend."
Sean nodded once more, before opening the door. "Thanks Miss Burroughs, it means a lot." He ran down the hall, looking for Jason, who was standing at the front doors impatiently.
"Took your fucking time, Sean!"
"Jase, she's going to help us, no thanks to you. So do you think you could try and be more civil? Keep the temper at bay?" Sean said, giving Jason a stern glare.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "How did you get her to come round?"
"As I said, try being civil. She said she has friends who could help. You in, or not?"
Jason gritted his teeth and nodded, following Sean into the shelter once more.
"Oh and Jason, I think you should apologise to Maggie."
"You think I should what?" Jason snapped, stopping in his tracks.
"I mean it, Jase. " Sean said authorotivly. Jason rolled his eyes before agreeing.
Maggie sat on the desk as the boys entered the room.
"Miss Burroughs, I believe Jason has something he wants to say." Sean said, nuding Jason in his uninjured side. Jason glared at Sean before turning to Maggie. "I'm sorry."
Maggie raised an eyebrow as Jason recieved another nudge from Sean. " I shouldn't have been so aggresive in how I spoke to you. My bad." Maggie nodded slightly. "Apology accepted." Sean nudged Jason again.
"What now?" Jason growled, turning to Sean. He gave a sheepish grin. "Nothing, I just found it fun." Jason cursed under his breath, as Sean stifiled a laugh. Maggie jumped down from the desk.
"If you guys will follow me, I'd like to introduce you to someone who could explain more about Freddy to you."
Sean and Jason sat with Maggie, and her friend she called Doc in his office, which was plastered with different posters, some odd looking. He had told them he was a dream therapist, and between Maggie and himself, had explained to the two the events that had happened back in 1999, although they decided to leave out the fact Maggie was infact Freddys daughter.
"So, let me get this straight, Freddy came to be, because he was a child murderer, back in the sixties, who was freed on technicality when arrested, so the pissed parents of Elm Street torched him in his boiler room, where he was enticed by dream demons. And these dream demons have gave him the power to merge dreams and reality, because he's the most twisted human soul they could find? So he came back to claim revenge on the children on the parents who killed him." Jason shook his head, trying to comprehend everything he had just been told. Things were getting weirder each day.
Doc nodded.
"But, Sean and I aren't from Elm Street, fuck we're not even from America. So, why's he coming after us?"
Maggie leaned forward. "But, he killed the Elm Street children, so he went after teenagers in general. His bloodlust had grown. So, now he goes after who ever he can, really."
Sean who had sat in silence during the conversation, looked up from the floor. "So, how do we stop him?"
"That's the problem." Maggie said dejectedly. "According to him, people have tried numerous ways in the dream world to kill him and we've tried to kill him, by making him corpreal. None of which have worked."
"If they're demons, can't we like, perform an excorcism of some shit?" Jason asked.
Doc shook his head. "It's not posession, however, we could try and separate the demons and Freddy. Severe their connection."
"How do we do that?" Sean asked hopefully.
Doc shrugged." Well, I'd need to do some research first.."
Jason nodded, "This is good. We know how he operates now. We can work with this." He stood up and walked to the window, looking out of it for a moment, before turning around to face the group. "We can work with this and we can find out what makes the fucker tick. Find out his weakness and send him back down to where he came from once and for all."
Sean looked at his phone, spotting numerous texts and missed calls from Hannah. He looked up at Jason. "Chey's been admitted to Westin Hills."
Jasons face dropped. He walked over to Sean, reading the texts. "Shit. We have to get back. Pronto." Sean nodded in agreement, before looking up at Maggie and Doc. "You guys will come back with us, right? Help us defeat him?" He was more pleading than asking. Doc and Maggie exchanged a look. Doc nodded at Maggie, who drew a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, we'll help you and your friends."
Sean gave a weak smile of appreciation and nodded his thanks.
"We'll have to collect a few belongings. I have a feeling this will take more than a nights work." Maggie said to herself.
Chey sat in the hospital bed, her arms curled around her knees. They had stitched up her wrist and had sent her straight to Westin Hills when she had protested that she hadn't slit her own wrist, she had tried to explain a little about Freddy, without making them think she was completely crazy. It hadn't gone down so well, though. She lifted her head as an older man walked into her room, carrying a clip board.
"Hello, Cheyenne, I'm Dr. Gordon." He held out his hand. She shook his hand quickly before dropping it back to her side, staring blankly at the wall. She didn't want to look at him. He was another who thought her crazy. He wouldn't be here otherwise.
"Am I correct in saying that this wouldn't be your first stay in Westin Hills?" he asked, looking through her notes. Chey nodded, still not looking at him.
"May I ask why you were admitted last time?"
"I had an eating disorder." She muttered quietly. He scanned the notes once more. "Bullimia, correct?" She nodded once, her hair shook at the movement. She bit back the tears. She didn't belong back in Westin Hills. Not again.
"So, Cheyenne, what made you do that?" He gestured to her wrist. "Was it anything to do with the bulimia?"
Chey shook her head. " I didn't do it."
"Then who did?" Dr. Gordon asked skeptically.
"It happened it my dream." Chey said, looking at the doctor for the first time. "He did it to me. I didn't do it."
Something about her tone struck fear into his heart. "He? Who is he, Cheyenne? Can you describe him?"
She took a shakey breath. "He wears a red and green sweater and a hat. With razors on his right hand." Neil Gordons eyes grew wide as the girl continued. "He wants to kill me. I don't know why, but he keeps trying. He's already killed people in school."
"Who?" Neil asked, holding his breath, hoping he wouldn't get the answer he knew was coming.
"Fred Krueger."
A/N: Haha I got the slap in there :P Oh and if you're one of those people who read and don't review, I ask now, would you please leave even just a short sentence, I'd just like to know what people think of this.