HOLY CRAP! YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME OVER EXCITED! *smiles* You'll LOVE this chapter, Jason and Freddy are at each other's throats again. Like that's suprising. :P
To Maria: Wow. Wow. Wow! Thank you for all of your curiousity and reviews! Also, for making my story a favorite! That also goes for Vice Deveraux! Maria, you are most definitely, my top fan! No matter what! :D
Freddy: *sneers at Chucky* Look who just got a new fan. *points claw at self* ME!
Chucky: *rolls eyes* Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maria is just a very nice fangirl. You're lucky she even glances in your direction. *grins*
Freddy: Oh please, I'M the star of the show, shortstuff.
Maria: Guys! Stop agruing! Both of you, are my favorite! *whispers* Don't tell the others, though.
Freddy: Well, well, well, look who's here. MY new FAN. *smirks at Chucky*
Chucky: *glares at* You better shut your mouth, pizzaface.
Me: *sighs* Didn't you JUST hear her? You're both equally loved.
Freddy: Oh.
Chucky: Oh.
Maria: *smiles* Okay, go on with the story, RSJ! I'm hungry for more!
I was putting the dishes away, since the dishwasher had finally finished.
They were all staring and as usual, making snarky comments.
All except, for Michael, Jason, and Leatherface. Whom sat quiet at the table.
Jason seemed to have his head tilted, almost seeming to give pity.
Wait a second.
Give pity to who?
Me?
My thought made me slightly confused and I was a little shocked at that, actually.
I wondered greatly, why he seemed to feel like that.
He didn't really know me, if anything, he was the most lifeless of the bunch.
Then again, I did look like a pitiful little creature, now didn't I?
I was, afterall, their little servant.
Doing their dishes, cleaning up their messes, and putting up with their dry humor.
Very, very, dry humor.
Last time, they were talking, it was something about, being their little victim.
I now put their voices, back into my ears, now fully listening to the conversation.
"Wouldn't you?"
I put a bowl on the top shelf, and began to reach for a plate.
I didn't know that question was targeted at me.
"JENNIFER!"
I snapped out of my daze, whipping around, almost knocking the plate to the floor.
They were all looking at me, seeming, oh God.
They were pissed. Man, were they pissed. With a capital P.
My throat ran dry, stale air beginning to fill up my lungs.
"What?"
I asked, blinking a couple of times.
My heart picked up a quick pace, thundering inside of my chest.
The silence seemed to grow, intense silence.
"Are you deaf?"
Hissed Freddy, slightly sarcastic.
I stared in his direction, eyes wide and puzzled.
A chill swept over me, from that glare he gave me.
"Um,"
I looked down, totally embarassed.
"Sorry, I-I wasn't listening."
My face turned a bright pink, as I stared hard at the floor.
"I thought we had you trained by now, princess. Maybe if we punish you, you'll get the picture."
Snapped Freddy, tapping his talons on the wooden table.
My heart quickened, and I began to feel nervous.
Deadly nervous.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered.
God knows, I didn't want to piss them off.
Freddy let off a dry, raspy chuckle.
Oh shit, Jennifer, you idiot!
I shouted at myself, inside of my head, a bad feeling coming over me.
Just then, Jason began to write on his chalkboard.
He held it up to me, looking in my direction.
"Ingore Freddy. He is very igorant. We were talking about, Halloween. What would you dress up as, Jennifer?"
I stared at Jason, thinking maybe, he did feel pity for me, afterall.
I jumped, biting my lip, as Freddy slammed his gloved fist on the table.
Both killers glared at each other.
Freddy looked furious.
"Oh? Igorant am I? This, coming from a fucking mute, with shit for brains! Let the bitch, figure out what we were talking about!"
He spat.
Jason stood up, so fast, that his chair toppled over backwards.
I gripped the counter behind me, my knuckles turning white.
"Defensive, are we?"
Freddy rose from his chair, his razors spread out beside him.
"What's the matter, momma's boy? Am I bothering your little, girlfriend?"
He snickered, glancing back at me.
Jason raised his machete, his left eye, locked tight on, Freddy.
I suddenly felt myself look around the kitchen, noticing the grins and smiles of the other killers.
Hannibal stood, shaking his head to himself.
He was the only one who didn't seem to approve.
"Now, now, boys. We shouldn't fight when a lady, is in the room."
Everyone caught my eye, as I froze.
I wondered, very desperately, what they would do.
Surely, I didn't want them to start brawling, in my own kitchen.
"Who knows? Maybe she likes, rough housing."
Sneered Creeper, showing off a very, demented smile, in my direction.
"Yeah, maybe she could be our little, cheerleader."
Grinned PennyWise, his gruff voice, echoing in the room.
Oh.
Fuck.
I shook my head, fast.
"Oh? No? That's too bad, could of been fun."
Laughed Chucky.
I felt a slow, sliding chill, crawl up my back.
I shuddered, gripping the counter tighter, than before.
My fingers started to hurt, straining hard against the kitchen tile.
"Yeah. You're right. Afterall, mommy wouldn't like it. Would she, Jason?"
Taughted Freddy, an evil smile, splitting his face.
Jason let out a low growl, inside of his throat.
That's all it took, for Jason to snap.
After that? Oh yeah.
The shit hit the fan.
And it hit the fan, HARD.