"RAAAHHHH!"
Freddy let out a battle cry, as the both of them charged at each other.
Instantly, the kitchen was full of cheering and hollering.
My mouth dropped open, as I watched them make contact.
They were locked in arms, seeming to hold each other off. Freddy sent up a kick to his stomache, and laughed when Jason flew back against the wall. I let out a yelp, as Jason cracked the wall behind him. He shook himself off, and immediately, looked at his opponent. Dust fell from his clothes.
He seemed so, anicent.
Freddy held out his claws, and flexed them in his direction.
"Come and get some, maggotface."
He gestured at him, encouraging him to charge forward. Jason pulled himself out of the gigantic dent and walk towards him.
Swinging his machete, Jason made sure it came fast and swift.
However, Freddy seemed to be faster. He ducked below the blade, and cackled when it stuck into the wall. Jason looked angerily at him, and yanked his weapon out of the kitchen wall, swinging it backhanded.
Again, Freddy ducked. This time, he didn't wait to attack. He plunged his talons, deep, into his enemies's stomache.
I watched in horror, frozen to the spot.
Jason's left eye started to twitch, as he glared down at Freddy.
"Oh, what? Does your tummy hurt? Let Uncle Freddy, fix it for ya."
With that, he shoveled his glove deeper into his stomache, twisting it upwards. Jason kicked Freddy in the gut, hard. Freddy flew backwards across the room, towards me.
I jumped out of the way, emitting out a suprised cry, as he crashed into the sink. The facuet snapped off, and water rocketed out, showering the kitchen and the floor.
My mouth was still hanging open, utterly horrified.
Freddy groaned angerily, shoving his shoulder back into place.
A loud, sickening crack filled the room.
A groan, sounding sick and weak, fell from my lips.
Freddy looked at me, grinning, through the pain.
"Oh, don't be so surprised, princess. This," He gestured his glove at Jason, whom was coming towards him, still grinning at me. "Ain't nothin'. We've haven't even gotten to the fun part, yet." With that, he dodged right, barely missing the blade strike into the sink.
As water hit him, Jason began to tremble, staring wide eyed at the falling drops of liquid, shooting out at him.
A slow, eerie smile, stretched across Freddy's burned face, admiring the look of fear behind Jason's mask. "Well, well, well. What's the matter, Jason? From our last little visit, I thought you liked water."
He began to snicker behind his glove, his smile growing larger.
Suddenly, the water stopped.
Jason stopped trembling on the dime, plucking out his weapon, swinging his machete into Freddy.
Freddy let out a scream of pain, as the blade got caught in his side. Instantly, his eyes glared across the room, in Djinn's direction.
"Just trying to even it up, a little."
He grinned, widely.
"Stay out of this, bitch!"
Roared Freddy, pointing a crooked claw in his direction.
Jason jerked his blade out, swinging it again.
The other killer, ducked, rising sharply to his feet. Punching him across the hockey mask with his left hand, Freddy jabbed his right hand into Jason's neck.
I couldn't believe the blood, spilling out onto the floor.
Oh God.
So.
Much.
Blood.
Please, stop this!
I didn't want to watch this, anymore.
Jason grabbed Freddy, as he if were a rag doll, and threw him through the wall, next to the kitchen door. The wall crumbled into pieces, dust rising into the kitchen. Jason stalked towards his enemy, stepping through the huge hole in the wall.
"BRING IT ON, HOCKEY PUCK!"
Snarled Freddy, getting up from the main hallway's floor. They tackled each other, going out of view, towards the staircase.
The sounds of fighting echoed throughout the entire house.
The clash of metal on metal, shredded the air to bits.
Grunting and panting were also heard.
Like thunder and lightening.
Freddy and Jason.
I stood, completely frozen, in total awe and shock.
Hannibal sat back down, shaking his head to himself.
"Boys will be boys."
Djinn kicked out a chair.
"Have a seat. You look like you need one."
He sneered, cracking his gnarled knuckles.
I realized that my chest was heaving, ever so slowly.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
My legs shaking like jell-o, I took the seat, looking shaken.
Pinhead let out a small chuckle.
It was almost darker than Freddy's.
"I guess we should tell you, why they hate each other so much." Laughed PennyWise.
"They're brutal like that, for a reason?"
I couldn't help myself, it slipped out of my mouth, before I could stop it.
I sounded almost, incredulous.
"Freddy and Jason, have been arch enemies, ever since I could remember."
Smiled Candyman, his voice deep and husky.
The others groaned, some starting to laugh.
"You're not going to tell her the, sob story, are you?"
Groaned Ghostface, giving himself a face palm.
"If she's going to stick around for a while, she needs to know."
Replied Chucky, grinning in my direction.
I arched an eyebrow, wondering why they were reacting this way.
I jumped, twisting my head to look, as Jason was thrown against the wall, next to the front door. Freddy let out a loud chuckle, as Jason slowly started towards him again.
I bit my lip hard, as Pinhead cleared his throat, causing me to look back at the table.
"It all started with, Camp Crystal Lake and Elm Street. Jason and Freddy were both teased as children. Freddy was even teased in his teenage life. Jason, however, he didn't get to live as long as, Frederick,"
For some reason, I felt really uneasy, when Candyman, explained that.
I released my lip, and continued to listen, wondering why Jason, suddenly died.
"Jason had a big problem with bullies. They never took to the sight of him, because he was a bit different than everybody else,"
Before he could continue, I just had to ask him something.
Really, it was my inner child, wanting to know.
"Why didn't they like him?" I asked, feeling slightly off about something.
"He was deformed, and well, a bit slower than the rest of the children at camp."
He replied, looking somewhat, sad for Jason.
My face fell, feeling bad for him.
Little did I know, the story was going to be tragic and deadly.
"So, when the counslers were busy, doing bad things that teenagers usually do, the children cornered him. One of the boys threw a sack over his head, and pushed him off of the dock, into the water."
Everyone seemed a little solem, and some distant.
I, however, felt utterly heartbroken for the poor guy.
"He drowned."
I looked down at the table top.
I would of helped him, if I were there.
Those fucking little bastard, pricks!
I shouted inside of my head, fuming on the inside.
On the outside, I was calm and idle.
I just couldn't believe the story was going like this.
"A few years later, after he had come back, his mother, whom was heartbroken and angry, was murdered. Her name was, Pamela Voorhees. Jason stood in the shadow of the forest, as he watched a teenager cut his mother's head off. Jason still has his mother inside of him, though, guiding him through his kills. They're both strict about one thing, bad teenagers."
I could see why Jason would hold a grudge, I probably would, too.
"As for Freddy's story, it's a bit longer."
Candyman looked at me, as if wanting approval that I'd be willing to hear it.
I nodded.
"I've got time."
Ghostface snickered.
"Of course, you do."
He jeered.
I ingored him, cringing from a nearby clash of metal. The battle was still going on.
"A nurse working at a pysch ward, was locked in on the holiday weekend, with one hundred inmates."
My skin seemed to suddenly, chill over.
Oh God. Don't tell me they did something to her.
I begged, not wanting the story to end in yet, another tragic way.
"They raped her, repeatedly."
I surpressed a trembling shudder, feeling that the story was only going to get worse.
"When the pyschciatic hospital, Westin Hills, reopened, they found her. With a child."
I had a bad feeling, I knew who that child was.
To my horror, I was right.
"That child, was Freddy Krueger."
As if on cue, Freddy was thrown into the kitchen, through the large hole in the wall, onto the kitchen table. I jumped back in my chair.
Woah! Okay! Wasn't expecting that!
He groaned in pain and frustration.
Surprisingly, his hat had fallen off next to him.
Another surprise, the table didn't break. That's how I suddenly realized, that mom has a very, good taste in furniture.
He snatched his hat up next to him, and shoved it back onto his head.
I didn't know he was bald, but I didn't expect a full head of hair, either.
"Come on, Fred. Don't let Voorhees have all the fun."
Smiled Chucky, challeging him.
It worked.
With a hideous snarl, Freddy jumped off the table, charging back into battle.
My heart was pounding of my chest again.
Talk about front row seats. Goddamn!
"The mother's name, was Amanda Krueger."
A flashback suddenly hit me in the jaw, swirling inside of my brain.
'Turning it over, I saw a name carved into the back of the wood. Amanda Krueger.'
I jerked out of my gaze, looking more aware than a few seconds ago.
So, that cross was from his mother, the one under the bed, in the boiler room, of some sort.
"A few years after he was born, Amanda committed suicide, thus hanging herself. Freddy had to spend the rest of his childhood, in foster homes. Until, one day, he was adopted out to his step father. Mr. Underwood. Mr. Underwood was many things, abusive, a drunk, and a liar. After many years, of being beaten and hit with a leather strap, Freddy learned the secret to pain. He no longer felt it."
Pinhead seemed to have a small, distant smile on his face, when the phrase, learned the secret to pain, was said.
"He murdered him soon after, and started his own life. After marrying a woman named, Loretta, and having a daughter, Katherine, everything in Frederick's life seemed well."
I knew there was a twist coming up, there was a knot of dread in my stomache, to prove it.
"Until, Loretta went into his private room, or special room, as he likes to call it,"
Special room?
I slightly frowned, curious as to why it was so, special.
"Freddy had been murdering children, in Springwood. He kept all of their newspaper clippings, toys, and his weapons in there. As if to preserve his evil deeds."
My stomahce was churning.
He murdered children for a living. How nice!
My thought turned sarcastic, and yet, scared.
I let Candyman continue on, refusing to show that the story was getting to me.
"So, he strangled his wife, and was surprised to see his daughter, Katherine, watching as he killed her. He made her promise not to tell, but she soon did, anyway. The police took him into costady, and then, to court. Everything seemed set to go, and Krueger would go to prison. Only, someone didn't sign the papers in all the right places, and Krueger was set free. The parents of the children, however, were not pleased. So, after chasing him down into his boiler room, they trapped him inside and burned him alive."
I felt sick, like I wanted to puke all over the floor let out a weak wail, however, I didn't.
A question burned inside of my mind, and before I could control it, it slipped out from my lips.
"So, what are they, exactly?"
I asked, sending Candyman a quizzical look.
"Frederick is a dream demon, and Jason, well, we honestly don't know how to describe him."
That's why Freddy was in my dreams, trying to kill me! There is NO fucking way, I'm going to sleep tonight. No way in Hell.
"Jason, for all we know, is just a waterlogged zombie."
Grinned Chucky, causing everyone to send up agreements.
A tang of guilt swept over me, remembering how Jason trembled from the droplets of water from the sink.
Poor guy, he's afraid of water.
I opened my mouth to say something, when the kitchen door was yanked open, revealing a bloody, panting, Freddy. Jason appeared in the hole, his chest heaving from all the fighting. Blood was smeared on his hockey mask, and on his pants. The both of them were looking very frazzled, and overly exhausted.
"So,"
Stated PennyWise, smiling from ear to ear.
"Who won, this time?"
He seemed amused, sarcastic, and yet curious, at the same time.
Freddy and Jason looked at each other, glaring.
"No one. It's a tie."
Growled Freddy, straightening his fedora, as he went to sit at the table.
"Really? Again? What's with you two?"
Sneered Creeper, crossing his arms.
They didn't answer him, just glared at the table top.
Okay, I need an excuse to get the FUCK out of here right NOW.
I thought desperate, scanning the kitchen.
It looked totally destroyed.
Period.
My eyes caught the hands of the clock, and I sprung up from my chair. Everyone stared in my direction, wondering why I jumped up.
"Well, I don't know about you, but, I need to get my ass to bed. So, goodnight, everybody."
They looked at the clock.
11:46.
Freddy, whom still was breathing heavily, turned to my direction.
"Oh, come on, princess. Don't let me and assface over there, ruin your night. You sure you don't want to sit and chat for a while longer?"
NO!
FUCK!
YOU!
I silently cleared my throat, shoving away my temptation to laugh loudly at my thoughts.
"Um, no thanks. I'd rather just head up to my room. It's getting late, anyway."
I rubbed my arm, feeling akward and out of place.
Gosh, I sounded so innocent and childlike.
Freddy grinned widely, waving a talon in farewell.
"Suit yourself."
Bet you think you're going to be in my dreams tonight, don't you? Oh no, not this time, buddy!
I looked away from him and to the other killers.
"Um,"
I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Goodnight."
I turned away, heading to the kitchen door.
"Goodnight, Jennifer!"
They called in unison.
Just then, I remembered something.
I poked my head back in, looking at Jason.
"Oh, and Jason, I'd probably dress up as, Bloody Mary, for Halloween. That is, if you're still wondering."
Jason looked at me, tilting his head slowly.
I waited there, until he nodded, just incase he didn't get it.
Turning away again, I slowly went towards the staircase.
One of the rails were broken, pushed through, as if a certain someone had shoved a certain someone else, into the railing. Scuff and boot marks were on the floor, along with random puddles of blood.
God, they had a ball!
My thought made me shiver.
I was glad I only saw a little bit, I would of gone pyscho or something, soon enough.
Trailing up the steps, avoiding areas of damage, I turned right to my room. I really was tired, but I was NOT going to go to sleep. No way did I want to be tossed around in Freddy's boiler room, again.
Closing my door behind me, I sighed deeply.
Living at the, House of Horrors, was no picnic, but I had to make it work.
Somehow.
Snuggling under the covers, I stared up at the ceiling.
This is going to be a long night.