A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 9: Last Breath PART I

Once everyone got settled in the new house, everyone was now sitting at the dining table. Everyone, except Glen, was changed back to their original form. I was seated between my dad and Glen.
"So, what is that you guys want to eat?", Aunt Esther smiled.
"We don't eat Esther", Freddy snapped.
"I wasn't talking about you guys. I was talking about Glen and Ashley and me of course.", Esther replied.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned to Glen.
"Pizza sounds good at the moment.", Glen smiled.
"Pizza it is then.", Esther giggled and hopped off the chair and walked over to the phone that hung on the wall. "What's the number?"
"What number?", asked Uncle Pinhead.
"The number to order pizza.", Esther replied.
Everyone shrugged their shoulders and then, Uncle Freddy stood up.
"Ya'll want pizza, ya'll should try my special pizza.", Uncle Freddy smirked.
Freddy scratched his chin with the tip of his blade and then shut his eyes. Once his eyes popped open, so did a pizza. A pizza popped up from out of nowhere and landed on the table. I looked at it and smiled. It looked really good by the way the cheese was melted. I haven't had pizza in a year. The last time I had pizza was when it was leftover from when my dad murdered a couple of teens that were partying in the woods; our woods.
"Bon appetite.", Uncle Freddy smiled.
Glen, Esther and I all reached in and grabbed two slices each. I put my slices on a plate and took a bite. I smiled.
"Oh my gosh, this is so good.", Glen smiled happily and took another bite.
I nodded in agreement. "It's very good Uncle Freddy.", I smiled.
Uncle Freddy smiled and bowed his head. "Why thank you. What do you think of my pizza Esther?"
Uncle Freddy walked over to Esther with a smirk and Esther nodded. "It's alright, but I had better."
Uncle Freddy rolled his eyes and went over to take his seat.
"Well.", Uncle Pinhead said. "Since that's done, what do you all think, when we should start the training?"
Uh oh, I thought. I know what training he meant. But I thought dad said that Uncle Pinhead wanted to wait until I was twelve?
"Tomorrow.", replied Uncle Freddy. "Or tonight would be better."
Glen must of saw the look on my face and nudge me. I looked at him and sighed.
"You ok?", he whispered.
I nodded, even though I wasn't. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this training. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do this training. Did I want to be a killer? Did I want to be like the rest of my family? Only time would tell I guess.
I turned to my dad. I was taken by surprise as he was starring at me. He must of had been starring at me for a while as he looked like he was deep in thought about something.
"Dad?", I whispered.
My dad moved all of a sudden and his eye twitched. Yes?
I let out a sigh and looked down. I didn't know what to say. I began to wonder why they were all talking about this now, after we just got here. Then I began to wonder if the real reason why we moved here was because so they all could train me? How typical.
What is it Ashley?, I heard my dad asked.
I looked up at him and whispered. "Why are they talking about this now?"
Dad knew what I meant and shrugged.
"I then we should wait a while.", I heard Aunt Esther say.
"Yeah, I agree with Esther. It's just too soon.", Aunt Tiffany said.
Uncle Pinhead, Freddy and Chucky al sighed at the table.
"Come on Tiff.", Uncle Chucky said, getting on the table. "Look at her!", Chucky said pointing at me. "She's old enough to start training. She looks ready and mature enough. We should start teaching her now."
"I agree with Chuck.", Uncle Freddy but in. "The sooner the better she will be."
"So when do I start my training?", I cut in.
All eyes were on me and both Uncle Pinhead, Freddy and Chucky smiled.
"Soon enough my dear." Uncle Pinhead said. "Soon enough."
"Yeah, but how soon enough are we talking about here?", Uncle Freddy asked.
Before anyone else could answer, my dad jumped up from his seat and threw his machete towards Uncle Freddy. The machete sliced Uncle Freddy's arm off causing him to yell out in pain. Blood splattered everyone on the left side of the table, including Glen and I.
"Ewwww!", Glen said, ducking under the table. Everyone gasped and stood up from there seats. Half of the table went to go help Uncle Freddy while the others walked over to my dad to hold him back from making another move. I looked at my dad as his mask glued on Uncle Freddy.
"Dad?", I whispered so that only he could hear.
My dad looked down at me and sighed and shook Uncle Leatherface and Uncle Michael off of him. My dad walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
I can't stand them talking about you training this early. I got sick of hearing it back at home. I can't picture my little girl at an early age training this early.
I got what my dad meant and nodded my head. I didn't understand why I had to train at all. Why should I train anyway? What did I have to kill for?
"Jason, is there something that you would like to say?", Uncle Pinhead asked. "Anything at all.
My dad just stood there starring at Uncle Freddy. His breathing got heavy as his chest heaved up and down. My dad looked like he was about to blow again any minute. In my mind, I thought that it was pretty funny how Uncle Freddy got his arm sliced off, but I don't see why everyone was worked up about it. Uncle Freddy knew he could grow his arm back because Glen told me on the train when him and my dad got into that big fight long ago.
"Freddy are you ok?!", I heard Aunt Esther say as she ran over to help Uncle Freddy up.
I rolled my eyes at the display and got up from my seat and walked over to my dad. I took his hand and held it, hoping he would calm down. Just then, he looked down at me. I smiled up at him and he bent down to pick me up.
"I swear you two, after five years of the big fight you to had, you kind of think you two would of made up by now.", Uncle Pinhead said.
"Please!", Uncle Freddy snapped and got up with Aunt Esther by his side. "I swear they should of drowned that asshoe at birth!"
The whole room got quiet and I felt my dad's arm clench tightly around me. Anger boiled inside of me and without thinking, I jumped out of my dad's arms and tackled Uncle Freddy.
"Ashley!", I heard someone yell behind me.
"Take it back!", I screamed in Uncle Freddy's face. "Take it back! Take it back!"
Just then, a pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me away from Uncle Freddy.
"Freddy that's enough.", Uncle Pinhead said calmly.
I looked up to see who pulled me away and saw Jeepers Creepers. He looked down at me, showing his teeth in a snarl. He lifted me up and wrapped his one arm around me and carried me over towards Uncle Michael and my dad.
"I think we had enough for tonight.", Uncle Pinhead said.
"Yeah, I agree.", said Aunt Tiffany. "I think we all should call it a night and get a goodnight's sleep. Hopefully by tomorrow morning, everyone would be in a good mood."
Everyone nodded and Glen came out from under the table and ran over towards his mom and dad. He looked back at me and waved. I waved back with my one hand and watch him and his parents disappear upstairs. Uncle Freddy went upstairs next after giving my dad and I a dirty look. I shot one right back at him and stuck my toung out also. Once Uncle Freddy disappeared, it was just Uncle Michael, Uncle Leatherface, Uncle Pinhead, Jeepers Creepers, Aunt Esther, my dad and me now.
"Are you ok Jason?", I heard Aunt Esther ask as she came over towards us.
My dad looked down at her and nodded his head.
"Jason, is there something troubling you?", Uncle Pinhead asked.
My dad didn't nod or shake his head. He just stood still and stared at Uncle Pinhead. Uncle Pinhead let out a sigh when my dad didn't respond and turned to me.
"Are you ok Ashley?", Uncle Pinhead asked.
Jeepers Creepers shifted me in his arms and lifted me up in his arms. I sighed and nodded my head.
"Can I beat up Uncle Freddy?", I asked.
A few laughs broke out and I smiled
Jeepers Creepers lowered me down and handed me to Uncle Michael who had his arms opened out for me.
"I think we all should get a good night's rest tonight and just let everyone cool off.", Uncle Pinhead said. Everyone started walking towards the stairs. Uncle Michael went to hand me to my dad, but my dad told Uncle Michael to go and tuck me in bed.
Uncle Michael carried me upstairs with Aunt Esther following close behind. We entered my room and Uncle Michael led me down on the bed. He opened the covers for me and I slid under them.
"Uncle Michael?", I asked.
Uncle Michael looked down at me and I could see his eyes through the holes of his white mask.
"When ya'll were talking about the training earlier, will the training be hard?"
Uncle Michael shook his head no. He pulled the covers up to my chin and stroked my hair.
"Will you be training me too?", I asked, making small conversation.
Uncle Michael nodded his head and then started to look around my room for something. I cocked my eyebrow wondering what he was looking for until he picked up a small notepad and pen from my nightstand. He flipped open a couple pages and began to scribble. Once he was done, he showed the pad to me. I began to read:
From what I know, we're all suppose to train you. I don't know how, but that's what I know so far.
I looked up at my uncle and nodded. "When you do train me, what will you teach me?"
Uncle Michael thought for a moment and scribbled again on the paper. He showed me the notepad again and I read:
Not sure yet. Maybe show you a few moves and tricks I learned throughout the years.
I nodded my head with a smile. "Uncle Michael?", I asked again. "Why don't you talk? You talked earlier to me and you sounded ok to me."
Uncle Michael sighed and began to write. He showed me the notepad.
I haven't really spoke since I was your age. I only spoke these past couple of days because of that train ride and with all of those people around.
I nodded my head and understood what he meant. Just then, I sat up in bed and reached my hands up to touch his mask. I smiled at him and said, "I don't understand why you where a mask for. I thought you looked good without it."
Uncle Michael shrugged and wrote something else down in the notepad.
I always wore this mask because not only does it hides my face, but, it represents who I am.
I nodded my head again. "Uncle Michael? Can I see your face one last time?"
Uncle Michael stood silent for a moment and slowly removed my hands from his mask. He reached behind his head and slowly removed his mask. I smiled in admirment. I reached up to touch his face. He shivered at my touch and I ran my hand over his warm cheek.
"You have pretty eyes.", I said to him.
For the first time since I've known Uncle Michael, he smiled down at me. He actually smiled. He nodded in I guess what was a thank you and went to go put his mask back on.
Uncle Michael put the notepad and pen back and stood up from the bed. He laid me back down and pulled the covers back over me. After he stroked my head, he leaned down and pressed his mask lips on my forehead.
"Goodnight Ashley.", I heard Uncle Michael whispered.
I gasped and looked up to see Uncle Michael wink down at me. I knew he was smiling under that mask because the looks in eyes said it. Uncle Michael stood up and walked over and turned off the light and turned on my flower nightlight.
"Goodnight Uncle Michael.", I smiled. Uncle Michael looked at me one last time and walked over leaving the door open a little bit. I sighed with a smile on my face and turned over on my side to see that the light in the hall was still on. I guess the others were still up.
I thought about the conversation Uncle Michael and I had just now. I began to wonder what his life was like before he became a killer. Uncle Michael seemed so sweet, nice and gentle and I began to wonder what else I could learn about him. Just then, my thoughts were interrupted as I heard my door open and saw my dad peek his head in. I wonder if he thought I was asleep as he began to close my door and walk away.
"Dad!", I called out.
The door flew open and my dad came in. He turned on the lights, causing me to blink.
"Are you ok dad?", I asked.
My dad walked over to me and took a seat at the edge of my bed.
I'm alright. Had to take a load off and cool down before I do some more damage to that Uncle Freddy of yours.
I giggled. "Is that why Uncle Freddy is mean? Because of that fight you two had a long time ago?"
My dad nodded. Yeah, he just can't put the past behind us. He's always the one that likes to hold a grudge.
I nodded my head. "Can I ask what that fight was like between you two? Why were you to fighting for anyway?"
Your Uncle Freddy had um...well he...
My dad let out a sigh as he tried to figure out the words on what to say. He then reached over and laid me down in bed.
I'll tell you the story some other time. Right now, just get some sleep. We have a huge today ahead of us tomorow.
I sighed and nodded my head. "Ok dad. Goodnight."
My dad leaned down and pressed his hockey mask against my forehead as if giving me a kiss on the forehead. Goodnight sweetheart. Love you.
My dad stood up and walked over and turned off the light. I watched him walk out and this time, he left the door open a little just like Uncle Michael did. I looked out and saw that the hall light was still on and I began to wonder who was up. Probably Uncle Michael was, I know my dad was and maybe Uncle Freddy. I could picture Uncle Freddy right now, pacing back and forth in his room right now, cussing and mumbling as he always does. I let out a giggle and turned over in bed to look out my window. I saw a full moon with dark clouds rolling by it. Just then, I heard a click. I turned my head and looked over to see the hall light was off. It was dark out in the hall. I held my breath and listened a while to hear all the noises that sounded throughout the night.
There was the TV that I assume Glen was watching next door to my room. Then there was the snoring, I assume Chucky was making. Then I heard what sounded like cussing and yelling from down the hall. I giggled and thought of Uncle Freddy. Just then, the light in the hall came on and I saw a little girl with pigtails walked past by. It was Aunt Esther.
"Freddy! Shut the hell up I can hear you all the way in my room!", Aunt Esther yelled.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Just then, Aunt Esther walk past my door and the hall light was shut off. I giggled to myself and heard a bedroom door slam. Aunt Esther of course. Just then, the hall light came back on again and I wondered who that could be. I saw Uncle Pinhead stop at the end of the stairway. He was looking around and then he yelled out, "How about you all shut up. Everyone is trying to sleep here."
I giggled and Uncle Pinhead must of heard me as he looked across the hall and at me. I gulped and laid still in my bed. I hope he didn't hear me; I hoped he didn't see me. Just then, he walked down stairs and the light went out. I let out a sigh of relief and heard Uncle Pinhead shuffle downstairs. I wondered hat he was doing and wy he was up and about. I continued to listen to the sounds the Uncle Pinhead made and then, the noise grew silent. I wondered if he fell asleep downstairs on the couch or something. Or maybe he was watching TV like I could hear Glen was doing from beside my room. I sighed and tossed and turned in bed. All of a sudden, I began to feel sleepy; very sleepy.