Chey sat on the uncomfortable bed in her alocated room in Westin Hills, Hannah sat in the chair opposite. Both girls were silent. They were awaiting news from Sean and Jason. It had been hours since the boys had left.
"Maybe they didn't find her." Hannah sighed, looking back from the clock.
"They should be back here, then." Chey replied, getting up once more to close that door that had a tendency to swing open.
Hannah shook her head, deep in her gut, a feeling of dread was forming, however she didn't want to share that with Chey, who she felt was already under enough stress. "So, this doctor. He knew who Freddy was?"
Chey nodded. "He knew. I could tell by his face. He said he had to go talk to someone before I could dig a little deeper though."
"I thought it was his job to dig?"
Chey snorted. "So did I."
The door opened, revealing an orderly Chey wasn't familiar with, who informed her rather bluntly that she had two more visitors. Chey nodded and followed them into the main hall to find her visitors, expecting them to be her parents.
Sean stood beside Jason rather uncomfortably. Hospitals always unnerved him. This one more so. He turned as footsteps approached and gave a small smile to Chey, who flung her arms round the boys.
"You're back!" She cried, squeezing them.
Jason pulled away. "Jesus Chey, we weren't on the frontline. We only went to Central City."
Chey let go of Sean and led them through to the room, where Hannah greeted the two with almost as much vigor as Chey had.
The group sat where they could and exchanged stories.
"So..He knew?" Sean asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Chey nodded once more.
The door opened once more, causing all four to look around.
Dr. Gordon stood in the threshold. "Oh. Sorry Cheyenne, I didn't realise you had visitors."
"It's alright," Chey replied, standing. "You can come in still."
Dr. Gordon entered the room, closing the door firmly behind him. "Are these your friends you were telling me about?"
Chey nodded, looking at the silent trio.
Dr. Gordon bit his lip in anxiety, before sighing. "Look, Cheyenne. I know what happened to you was real. I've had...experiences before with Fred Krueger." The atmosphere in the room intensified as the teenagers waited for the Doctor to continue. "It's a long story-"
"We have time." Jason piped up. He recieved looks from the group. "Look, any information you could give us, would be greatly appreciated." The groups focus returned to Dr. Gordon, who looked like he was making a difficult decision. Finally, he sighed and told of Nancy, Kristen and the other dream warriors' face off with Freddy. He also told them of how he and Nancy's father, Lt. Thompson had gone to the old scrap heap and buried Freddy's bones on Sister Mary Helena's orders, and lastly, how she was related to Freddy and his history. The group in return, told him of what they had found out.
Maggie sat in the motel room, conversing with Tracy while Doc looked through some large and battered looking books.
"I don't know if I should tell them, or not though."
Tracy shook her head. "Don't. Maggie, they'll freak out. They'll think you're plotting against them, that your in allegience with him or something like that."
Maggie frowned. "But, I'm not! Never have nor will I ever be."
Tracy gave an exasperated sigh. "We know that, but they don't. Besides, I still don't think they would take it well."
"She's right." Doc said, making the two women jump. They hadn't thought he would be listening in. Removing his glasses, Doc shifted his book to look up at them. "Especially Jason. He seems the brash kind of person, if he took the idea in the wrong way, there's no telling his reaction. And if the others take his way of thinking, we'd have a hard time gaining their trust. I don't think they're ready for the fact that you're Freddy's daughter."
Maggie nodded slowly, chewing over Doc's logic. Of course he was correct. He rarely was wrong.
"Have you had any luck?" Tracy asked, motioning towards the book. Doc shook his head with a short sigh. "Well, do you want some help? I've nothing better to do."
"It would be appreciated." He smiled as she picked up one of the books and began reading through the pages, Tracy was more and more like a daughter to him with each passing day. Maggie followed suit, although she had no idea what she was looking for. Infact, she wasn't really in the mood for reading, but it was better than mulling over the thoughts she was having. She couldn't shake the feeling that something bad would happen, although she knew with being back in Springwood that the possibilitys of something bad happening were high, especially if, no, when, her father found out she was here.
Sean sat at the desk in his room. That doctor, Dr. Gordon. He'd said something about getting them pills. Dream suppresants. He wasn't sure he was keen on the idea. Especially since he'd let it slip that these were experimental drugs that hadn't exactly been approved. He'd never liked the idea of drugs, even if they were prescription. He never even took an asprin unless it was absolutely necessary, although the thought of having a peaceful nights sleep was highly appealing. He gave a sigh and walked around his room to keep himself awake. His bed had never looked so inviting. He switched on his xbox console and positioned himself against his bed, his back upright and uncomfortable. Soon he was absorbed in his video games, until shouting from the next house drew his attention. He paused his games and listened carefully. A crash accompanied the shouting. He walked over to his window and drew back the curtains. Just as he suspected, it was coming from Jason's house. Moving quickly, he walked downstairs and out of the front door and knocked on the door, which swung open, revealing the innard of the house.
The large man who Sean had seen a few times, stood in the hallway, screaming up the stairs, a bottle of beer in hand. The obvious sway in his stature told Sean he was more than a little tipsy. He turned when the door opened, but ignored Sean and continued shouting.
"YOU'RE NOTHING, BOY. HARDLY WORTH KEEPING. YOU DO NOTHING, YOU'RE WORTH NOTHING."
"I do nothing? YOU DO NOTHING, YOU FAT BASTARD." A snarl came from outside Sean's line of vision, although he knew that voice anyway.
"YOU'D BE BETTER OFF LIKE YOUR PARENTS, DEAD." The man hollered, taking a swig of beer.
Sean's eyes widened at the harshness of the comment. The house fell silent as the man gave a sneer of triumph, only to be hit in the face from a landline phone. He fell down with a heavy thump as Jason stormed down the stairs, muttering curses under his breath. He didn't notice Sean until he was almost out of the door. "What are you doing here?"
Sean looked up, his mouth agape. "I..I heard the yelling and-"
"You thought you've have a good ol' gawp?" Jason seethed, his stance aggresive.
"No! I..I was checking if you were okay.."
"Well, I'm just peachy, so if you wouldn't mind moving?" Sean stood aside, making room for Jason to pass. Jason took a step forward, before stiffening slightly and keeling over onto his knees, the back of his head and neck bleeding profoundly. With a slight groan, he slumped to the ground, his head hitting off of the front step. Sean stood in shock, looking around confused for a moment, before spotting the smashed glass bottle. He looked back at the man, who was now on his feet, snorting in disgust.
"What the fuck have you done?" Sean cried, dropping to his knee's to try and help Jason, although he had no idea how to.
"He deser-" The man started.
"Shut the fuck up." Sean growled, before yelling at the top of his lungs for his mother, who come running out after the third call.
"Sean why are you outside at this time?" She demanded, scruntinizing her son, before yelping at his blood stained appearance, and the pooling blood from Jason's head. "What's going on? What happened?"
"He bottled him, mam. Call the police! And an ambulance. And hurry!" Sean almost screeched, he could feel the hot tears of terror threatening to escape from his eyes. He gave his head a small shake, determind to hold it together as he spoke to Jason, trying to get any form of response from him, although at the minute, it wasn't doing much good. After a few minutes of agonizing waiting, the sound of sirens could be heard as flashing blue and red lights lit up Elm Street. Sean moved aside for the paramedics, yet stayed close to his friend, demanding to know if he would be okay, only to be ignored. As the paramedics bundled Jason into the ambulance, Sean's mother stopping him from stepping forward. "Sean, Honey, the police want to talk to you."
Sean looked at his mother as though she had told him Martians had just landed and were now offering him candy.
"Mam, I have to go see if Jason's okay!"
"He's in the best place at the moment Sean, you can visit him after the police have spoken to you, I'm sure it won't take long."
Sean growled in defeat and nodded reluctantly as he and his mother were escorted to their house to give statements.
Tracy stirred in her sleep, before sitting up, her palms sweaty and her mouth dry. She kicked the sheets off of her and made her way through the small room into the make-shift kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and brought it to her lips, before dropping it with a squeal of disgust. She watched as the brown substance oozed into the cracks between the tiles.
"Urgh. I almost drank that." She gave a shudder of digust, stepping around the mess in search of something to mop up the spillage with. She bent down, opening a cupboard and rummaged through the contents. A dark chuckle made her spin around, to find nothing. She narrowed her eyes and turned her back once more. A screeching sound that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up filled the room, she straightened up and turned slowly, looking around cautiously, her attention was caught by the branches of the tree outside scraped against the window. She heaved a sigh of releif, and looked back at the floor, to find the spilled water begin to rise up and take a form. Tracy took a step back, her back hitting the door frame as Freddy now stood before her, giving his infamous chuckle.
"We killed you before, fuckface, we'll do it again." She spat.
Freddy fanned his blades and stepped towards her, cupping her face with his unarmed hand.
"We'll see, bitch. Send Katherine my love." He sneered, bringing his blades down on her upper arm. Tracy gave a squeal of pain and fell to the ground. Freddy loomed over her and bent down and grabbed her, before shaking her roughly. She let a scream escape her lips and flailed around.
"Tracy! Wake up!"
Tracy shot up, her scream dying on her lips. She looked up at Maggie, who had a concerned look on her face, which soon turned to a look of horror. "Your arm!"
Tracy slowly turned her head towards her arm. "Shit!" She dived off of the bed and rummaged in her luggage, pulling out a first aid kit. Maggie moved towards the younger woman and took the kit off of her, pulling out some antiseptic wipes, gauze and pads. "It could probably do with a stitch or two, but I think you can survive with this." Maggie muttered, setting to work on the injury. "It was him, wasn't it? Freddy?"
Tracy nodded, hissing slightly as the sting of the wipes hit her.
Maggie bit her lips nervously. "We have to stay awake. It's too dangerous to sleep. He found us a lot faster than I had hoped."
"We have to tell Doc." Tracys voice cracked slightly. Maggie nodded once more, finishing up her handiwork.
"Let's go."
The sun was just beginning to rise when the police officers were finally done with questioning Sean and his mother. Almost as soon as they had left, Sean got up from the kitchen table, downing a cup of black coffee that burned his throat on the way down, before grabbing his jacket.
"Sean, where are you going?" His mother asked, wiping at her tired eyes.
"To see how Jason is." He replied, pulling his Jacket on and fixing it so it sat more comfortable.
"Don't you think you oughta sleep first, Sean? It's been a long night, for the both of us and you look utterly exhausted."
Sean shook his head furiously. "No way."
"Sean! Not sleeping isn't going to help anything!"
He turned to face his mother with a glare. "Mam, you have no idea what's going on, and you'd think me crazy if I told you. Just leave me to get on with things and don't bloody interfear!"
His mother opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by the slam of the kitchen door, followed by the front door as Sean stormed out. He walked down the path, his phoned glued to his ear, listening to the contineous ringing.
"Come on, pick up." He willed.
"Hello?" Chey answered with a yawn.
"Chey, Jason's in hospital." Sean said straight away.
"Again?" Chey grumbled. "Look, Sean, I'm not coming to break you guys out again!"
"No. I'm not asking you to, I don't even know how he is. I'm going now. Get Hannah and meet me at the hospital in twenty minutes." He hung up before awaiting her reply and made his way to the bus stop.
"COMA?" Sean exclaimed, cutting off the doctors explaination of Jason's condition. "Nah, can't be in a coma! Check again!"
"Sean." Chey hissed, nuding him in the side.
"No. Check again. Now. Do it!" Sean demanded, shaking his head before storming off down the corridor and out into a different hallway, before hitting the wall with all the strength he could muster. Jason couldn't be in a coma, not when they had to stick together now more than ever. How would he be protected from Freddy if he was comatose? He slammed his fist against the wall once more, blinking back the tears once more. Taking a deep breath, he regained his composer and walked outside to fill in Maggie, Doc and Tracy on the nights happenings and to ask them to hurry up and find a way to defeat Krueger.
A/N: ...I Feel rather evil writing this chapter. Nothing goes right for them. o.o Kind of reminds me of myself..although I don't have Freddy Krueger after me and ...Well you get the gist of what I mean. If not, you're a moron. :)