My eyes were closed, squeezed so tightly shut, I was starting to actually get a headache.
WAIT.
Why am I still talking to myself?
I'm dead!
I then realized, that my chest was still heaving.
Very, very slowly.
Confusion swept me over, and curiousity made me open my eyes.
Freddy was smirking, arms crossed, observing his talons in an orderly fashion.
I stared at him, not knowing what to think, what a look that said; 'Why aren't I dead?'
He seemed to catch my look, because he added;
"What? You want to die?"
He laughed loudly, that sick smile, overwelming his face.
I looked down at my stomache, not seeing the blood that should be spurting out of me like a water hose.
"I thought-But I-Didn't you-?"
I started to sputter, looking up at him, totally lost.
I couldn't even pronouce my sentence right.
"Made ya look."
He teased, his smile grew bigger.
Oh. He faked it.
...
GODDAMN IT, JENNIFER! STOP GETTING FUCKING SCARED!
My breathing was a bit ragged, as I slowly started to sit up.
"Stay awake again, and next time, I won't be gentle with you." He growled.
GENTLE?
THE FUCK?
Finally, the door burst open, just as Jason swung his machete. The killers looked shell shocked, as they calmly came into the room.
"Don't worry, Doc, I took my anger out in a safe, and productive way."
Grinned Freddy, looking at Hannibal. Hannibal looked flushed.
"About time, too."
Freddy added.
"She would of already been dead, IF I didn't have such a big heart."
He traced an, X, over his chest where his heart should be.
If he had one.
I thought angerily.
Creeper let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back.
Candyman shook his head to himself, turning to face me.
"Are you, okay?"
He asked, seeming amused and yet, solem.
"Uh,"
I glanced at Freddy, then back at them.
"Well, I'm feeling just dandy, since I'm not dead."
Freddy let out a cackle, pushing his way through the crowd.
Jason glared at him the whole time, seeming silently, angry.
"Time for, Breakfast, kiddies!"
Called Freddy, his footsteps could be heard going down the steps, from here.
I slowly got to my feet, still shaking like a leaf. Realiztion hit me hard.
God, was I starving!