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The Dream Trap	By : Flynnparadox Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 2490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven: The Pact
1
At first, it didn't seem real. Jill refused to believe it. She listened to what the social worker had to say, not really listening. The woman was saying something about sending Tiffany to some kind of facility - Westin something - seeing as Jill, though technically an adult, couldn't very well take care of a seventeen year old. She nodded, silent as the woman talked on and on. There were papers involved and Jill signed things left and right, initialed up and down.
Finally, the social worker left and Jill instantly reached for the phone, dialed Gale. Gale picked up almost on the first ring.
"Hey," Jill said.
"Hey," Gale said. Jill could tell that her best friend had been crying. Jill, herself, had not cried. None of it seemed real.
"How are you?" Even as she spoke, she knew how stupid it sounded, how pathetic and insufficient it most certainly was.
"I don't know," Gale said. "They're gone. I mean, I knew that we - I, at least, was planning on leaving town, leaving them, but...it just... They're not here anymore. I don't..."
She lapsed into silence.
"I know," Jill said. "It's just...insane. I don't know how to react. I mean, Mom died when I was still young, but Dad...he might have not been around much but he was my dad. He was..."
"I don't know if I can go on," Gale said.
Silence fell again. Jill got up, paced the kitchen.
"The woman," she said, trying to change the subject, "the social worker, she said that they were going to be taking Tiffany away. She's with you right now, right?"
"Yeah," Gale said.
"Okay, well, we have to move. If we're going to get out of this alive, it has to go down tonight."
"Tonight? But what about funerals and arrangements and shit?!"
"Forget about all that, just forget about it. We can't think about all that. If they take Tiffany to some orphanage or, worse, some state facility, we'll never get her out, and Krueger will kill her just like he's killed all the rest of us."
"Right. So what's the plan?"
"We meet up."
"Where?"
"Beefy Boy parking lot. One hour."
"Okay, we'll be there."
Jill could tell that she was crying again. Jill was annoyed at first, then realized that she was crying, too. It all came crashing down on her. Gale disconnected, leaving Jill alone with her grief.
2
Gale hung up with Jill. She wiped away her tears. She was sitting on her bed in her room. Tiffany came into the room when she heard the phone hang up. She joined Gale on the bed, put her arms around her.
"Jill says that it's time," Gale said. "She says that they're going to take you away, social services or some bullshit. So we have to do it now."
"Now? Leave now?"
Gale nodded.
"We're supposed to meet her in an hour," she said.
"Are we ready?" Tiffany asked.
"I don't know. I...I don't think I am. How can I fight if I feel like this?"
Tiffany held Gale's face in her hands. She looked straight in her eyes.
"You use it," she said.
"What?" Gale said.
"You use the pain. Use the suffering. Freddy uses the same thing so you fight fire with fire. Hit it back at him. Be strong."
Gale kissed her. Like all of their kisses, it felt real, it felt right. When it was over, they got off the bed.
"Look on the bright side," Tiffany said, "no matter what happens, we'll at least get some sleep tonight. Whether we wake up or not is a different matter."
Gale smiled.
"You kill me," she said.
They kissed again, this one just a tiny peck. Gale packed, getting clothes and supplies together. In her closet, she found an old, sturdy baseball bat, one she hadn't seen in years. She held it in her hands. It felt good. She swung it a few times.
"You ready?" Tiffany said.
"As I'll ever be," Gale said.
3
Eric stared at the empty kitchen, with the shitty little table, old and dirty. He shook his head, wiped away tears. He had lost three of his best friends and his mother all in the space of less than one week.
"Why did you have to go there, Mom?" he asked the empty kitchen. "Why the fuck did you go?! Didn't you see? Couldn't you have figured it out, you dumb bitch?! Fuck you!"
He grabbed a dirty glass out of the sink and flung it across the room where it shattered against the wall. He followed the glass with every plate he could find until he broke down, sobbing, on his knees on the filthy linoleum.
After a few minutes, he got up, walked to the fridge, opened the top - the freezer - and grabbed the bottle of vodka stored there. It was his mother's favorite. He spun off the top, let it drop to the floor and took a long swig of it. It burned his insides, felt good and terrible, sublime and Hellish.
He looked around the house for the next few minutes, thinking about everything: his mom, the plan, the last dream that he had - where he saw Freddy as a boy - and it all seemed to connect in his head, suddenly. He knew what they had to do.
Jill had already called him, told him about the meetup. He took another long swig of the vodka then threw the bottle against the wall where he had thrown the glass and dishes.
There was a pile of newspapers in one corner of the kitchen, the steady build up of several days worth of newspapers. Eric grabbed the top paper off the pile and crumpled it up in one hand. He rummaged in one of the kitchen drawers, grabbed his mom's car keys and a Zippo.
He put the car keys in his pocket and then carefully lit the crumpled up newspaper with the Zippo. He lit the drapes first, both in the kitchen and the living room. Then he lit the couch on fire.
He headed to the front door, put one hand on it. For a moment, he stopped and watched the house begin to burn. He considered just going into his room, shutting the door and going to sleep one final time on his bed, let the fire take him.
"Fuck that," he said. "I'm coming for you, Krueger."
He opened the front door, got in the car and took off. Behind him, his house burned to the ground in much the same manner as Stanley's house had.
4
"The door swings both ways," Eric said.
They were in the Beefy Boy parking lot, their three cars parked close together. Eric crouched on the hood of his mom's car. He wasn't sitting, but was on his feet, crouched down, hands in front of him. He looked determined. Jill found herself nodding to just about everything he said. He seemed to be speaking what they were all thinking.
She leaned against her dad's car, while Gale and Tiffany lounged in Gale's convertible. Tiffany was leaning against Gale.
"If the Dream Pool is Humanity's collective unconscious, like Jung says," Eric continued, "then not only can Freddy get into our minds but we can get into his. The last time I fell asleep, when you three were in Maria's house, I found a way into Freddy's memories, into a nightmare he had about his stepfather beating him."
"So can we use that against him?" Jill said. "Turn ourselves, or one of us, at least, into this guy in the dream?"
"I don't think Freddy's afraid of his stepfather, exactly," Eric said.
"So what do you suggest?" Gale said.
"It's gonna be dangerous," Eric said.
"What isn't these days?" Tiffany said.
"Right," Jill said.
"We have to get into his head again," Eric explained. "There's something in there, something in his memories that he's afraid of. Once we find out what that is, then we can use it against him."
"Then we can trap him," Jill said.
"What?" Eric said.
"I've been thinking," Jill went on, "my plan still works: we trap him somehow, using his memories, then we skip town, take Hypnocil, and while Freddy sleeps, the kids forget about him, he loses his power. Then he can't come back."
"I don't know," Eric said.
"Think about it," Jill said. "Right now, we're his focus. If we get his attention, use ourselves as bait, then he won't focus on anyone else. Then we trap in, hightail it the fuck out of here, and he dies, because no one else will be thinking about him, dreaming about him."
"So you do want to leave, then?" Eric said.
"We've got nothing left here," Jill said. "At least, I don't. What about the rest of you?"
"Right," Gale said.
Tiffany nodded. Eric got off the car. Gale and Tiffany got out of her car while Jill took a few steps forward.
"Then we're decided," Eric said. "I go in, find out what scares Freddy, then we take the fight to the fucker."
"I'm going in," Jill said.
"No," Eric said. "It's dangerous. The last time, I made a noise and Freddy knew I was there. He changed it from his nightmare to mine."
"I don't care," Jill said. "This all started when I saw Jesse burn at the Valiant. I'm going in."
Eric shook his head.
"You're crazy," he said.
"Look who's talking," Jill said.
He smiled, nodded.
"All right," he said.
"Good," Jill said. "We're gonna do this. Who's with me?"
She put out her hand to seal the pact. Tiffany was the first to put out her hand, followed by Gale. Eric shook his head but put out his hand, too.
And the pact was sealed.
5
Jill lay down in the backseat of Gale's car, the others surrounding her: Gale and Tiffany in the front seat, looking over the back, Eric standing outside the car, hands set firmly on the window frame.
"Okay," he said, "look for the Pool. It's always there but you have to find it."
"I should really be doing this," Gale said, "I can call the Pool."
"It's gotta be me," Jill said. "Don't you see? You can call the Pool, Gale. It takes you to us, connects us. We're gonna need that. Eric, it pointed you in the right direction but not quite where we needed to be to get what we need to use against Freddy. So, for me, it will work. If I can find it, it'll take me where I need to go."
The others nodded.
"Be ready to pull me out, though, if it looks like I'm about to die," Jill said with a nervous smile.
"We'll be ready," Gale said.
"Okay," Jill said. "Here I go."
She leaned back, closed her eyes, sure she'd fall instantly to sleep. She was annoyed when it didn't happen. She tried closing her eyes tighter. No go.
"What bullshit," she said. "I should be exhausted. What's wrong?"
She opened her eyes in frustration. And sat up, in shock.
The others were gone and Gale's car was now on a raised hill overlooking a long, weed-strewn empty lot, on the other side of which was 1428 Elm. Here, in the dreamscape, the House was larger, somehow, more menacing. It seemed to loom over the vacant lot like a spectre.
And there were the little girls, off to one side of the House, jumping rope and singing. Jill got cautiously out of the car and walked towards the House. She didn't want to enter it but if she couldn't find the Pool out here, then it would have to be inside somewhere.
"Great," she said.
She passed a rusted old swingset, one of the swings moving on its own, rusted chains making a hideous screeching sound. There was an inhuman wind. It felt so palpable that Jill expected it to reach out and strangle her.
As she approached the House, she stopped by the little girls, sighed. She had to try, at least.
"Little girls," she said.
Again, all but one of them scattered. The one who remained held her arms close to her body, scared.
"Have you seen a small body of water around anywhere?" she asked.
The little girl looked confused. Jill tried again.
"Like a pond?" she said.
"No," the little girl said softly.
"Damn."
"There's a well."
"Okay. That might be it. Where is it?"
"It's in the back of the House."
"Can I get to it by going around the House?"
The little girl shook her head.
"You can't get through the fence," she said. "You'll have to go through the House."
"Of course," Jill said.
"Are you going to stop Freddy?" It was a whisper.
"I'm gonna try."
"Good luck."
"Thanks. I'll need it."
But the little girl was gone, swallowed up by the dreamscape. Jill's whole body shook, physically ill. She forced her breathing to normalize, then approached the front door of the House.
Jill opened the door, stepped inside cautiously. The windows throughout the House were broken, their drapes torn, full of holes, blowing in the eerie wind. Doors slammed throughout the House and Jill could hear footsteps.
She searched for the sound's source, casting her gaze left and right, behind her. Nothing. While she was searching, she kept moving forward, determined to reach the back of the House, and the yard behind it.
The footsteps continued to plague her. They always seemed near, like whoever was making them was right behind her. Suddenly, the answer dawned on her and she looked up in dread.
Above her, legs and arms flat on the ceiling, were two little girls in white: the ones who had abandoned their friend in the front yard. They were crawling on the ceiling, following her. But there was something different about them here in the House.
In here, they had no faces. Just flat, empty surfaces, like an egg shell made of pink, nubile skin.
Jill tried to suppress a scream but when they scittered towards her, she couldn't resist. She screamed, and ran towards the back. The faceless little girls chased her, running like wild beasts. They snarled as they ran, apparently not needing mouths to make noises.
The hallways seemed to stretch out for miles. Jill could feel herself sweating. It was all so real. How could this be a dream?
Jill suddenly came upon a dead end: a wall where there didn't appear to be one before. She turned slowly around, just in time to see one of the little faceless girls drop from the ceiling onto the floor. She landed deftly on her feet, creeped towards her. The second girl followed. They snorted and snarled like pigs, screeching inhumanly.
Behind them, somewhere back along the endless hallway, a stray lamb wandered, bleating. Then she saw him.
Standing motionless.
Freddy.
He laughed, the horrid sound echoing down the hall. Jill stopped herself from screaming by putting a hand over her mouth. She pulled herself together and looked around. There were open windows on either side of her, wind-blown drapes either inviting an escape or warning of impending danger behind them.
Freddy roared and ran down the hallway towards her. With no time left, she picked a side - her right - and jumped through a window.
Her choice seemed to pay off. When she hit the ground, she could feel grass. She looked up. She was in the backyard: a craggy, uneven lawn covered in weeds and gnarled, dead trees. There was the well, at the edge of the property.
It looked ancient. Moss crawled up it. A wooden structure framed it. Jill assumed that a water bucket was once suspended above it but was now long gone.
She got up and ran towards the well. Behind her, Freddy jumped out of the window, right on her tail. She was halfway to the well when he slashed at her, barely missing her vulnerable back.
As she closed the distance between herself and the well, she wondered whether this was really where the Pool was or if it was just wishful thinking on her part. She just had to believe that it really was the Pool. It had to be.
Freddy was almost on top of her when she reached the well and jumped into it. She watched the stone sides of the well as she fell, watched them turn from stone to raw, red, pulsing flesh. The well had become a throat or vein, breathing, moving all around her.
For a moment, she was scared. This wasn't the well. It was Freddy's mouth, his hideous, diseased throat, and he had swallowed her, would be digesting her in another moment.
She started to scream then stopped when she saw it below her.
The Dream Pool.
It was rushing up towards her. She closed her eyes, put her hands together and dived into it.
The water enveloped her and she found herself in the arms of another woman, a dark-haired beauty. This other woman led her through the water, pushed her out the other side.
Jill landed on the floor of a dirty basement. She looked up in time to see the Dream Pool on the surface of the wall she had emerged from. It was fading away fast but she could still see the beautiful woman there in the water. She was waving at Jill.
"When it's all over," the woman said, "come and find me." She was fading away, her voice receding into nothingness. "I'm in the beautiful dre..."
She was gone, along with the Dream Pool. Jill shook her head, confused. She put herself together again and examined the basement. It was a dank, dark place.
As she looked around, something lurched forward, accompanied by the sound of something massive moving, something that shouldn't normally move. Jill whirled around, searched for the source of the sound, found it.
It came from an old, rusty, disused refrigerator. A chain had been welded to either side of it, both ends hanging down. There was a sticker for an old ice cream brand that Jill didn't recognize - Harvey's - near the handle. The illustration showed a small ice cream truck zooming down a residential street, its driver a mad, grinning cartoon lunatic.
The appliance lunged forward like an animal. As Jill watched, it growled, its door swinging open and closed.
Above her, a door opened. The fridge moved back into place immediately. Jill hid herself under the stairs.
"Come on," a loud, drunk voice said.
"No, I don't want to!" a boy's voice said.
Jill covered her mouth, not wanting to make a sound, as the pair came down the stairs above her. The man was unkempt, with longish black hair tucked up under a black baseball cap. He dragged a boy behind him, who looked about ten, with reddish hair, some freckles.
The man threw the boy into the basement, where he fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. The boy looked up at the man in terror.
"Do I have to take my medicine?" he asked.
"I think this calls for something a little more severe," the man said.
"No."
"Yes. I think you need a 'treatment'."
"Please, no!"
The man grabbed the boy again, dragged him towards the fridge. He opened the fridge door. The boy - Freddy, Jill knew - struggled, scared out of his mind. The man threw Freddy inside the fridge, closed it on him, locked it with a padlock attached to the end of one of the chains welded to the sides of it.
Freddy screamed; shrieked, really. Jill could tell that the fridge wasn't powered but, all the same, it was tight in there, claustrophobic. It was horrible.
"Be good and you'll only be in there for a few minutes," the man said.
Then he left the basement, heading up the stairs above Jill's head. Freddy continued to scream, nearly out of his mind with fear.
"That's it," Jill said. "We've got it."
Then she heard someone on the steps above her. She looked up, through the gaps in the stairs, to see Freddy - in all his grown-up, burned glory - looking down at her. She screamed as Freddy stomped a mighty foot down on the stairs. The stair shattered, sharp pieces of wood flying everywhere.
Freddy dropped down, landing right in front of Jill. He smiled, raised his glove.
"Thank you for playing, Jill!" he said.
Frantically, Jill reached out and grabbed hold of one of the sharp pieces of wood. She plunged it into her arm before Freddy could slash her.
She instantly awoke, sitting up in the back of Gale's car. Tiffany reached out to her, put a hand on her shoulder. The others looked at her expectantly, asking an unspoken question.
"Yeah," she said. "We got it."
6
A few minutes later, they were decided. All of them stood between the cars, Jill leading the conversation again, wrapping a bandage around the dream-wound in her arm.
"Okay," Jill said, "so it's settled: we trap him in the fridge and get the fuck out of town."
"Right," Gale said.
"Yeah," Tiffany said.
"Fuckin' A," Eric said.
"Do we do it right now?" Tiffany asked. "Then get the Hypnocil?"
"No," Eric said. "I want this miracle drug in my hands before we try out our little plan."
"Plus, we should all get ourselves ready," Gale said. "Mentally, I mean. I was thinking, it's a dream, right?"
"Right," Jill said.
"So, if it's a dream, why can't we be whatever we want? Why can't we use our skills, our interests to fight him, distract him? Lead him to the fridge? Why can't we be more than what we are in the waking world?"
"Like a Dream Corps," Eric said.
"Yeah," Jill said. "Cool."
"Hardcore Dream Corps," Tiffany said.
"Good idea, Gale," Eric said. "I'll be James Fucking Dean."
"Nice," Gale said.
"So, where does your therapist work?" Tiffany asked.
"Just off Elm," Jill said.
"Okay, then," Eric said. "Let's go."
"Yeah, I'll introduce all of you to her."
They got in their cars, and took off, Jill leading the way. Somewhere out there, in the ever-increasing darkness, was Hypnocil, an unsure drug. Somewhere out there was Dr. Saunders, who knew more about what was going on than any of them realized.
And somewhere out there was Freddy.
Waiting.
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