A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 9: Last Breath PART II

Last time I remember, I fell asleep in my bed, but now, I awoke to the sound of a howl. I quickly jerked up and spun around, looking for anything that made that sound. Shivers went down my spine as I realized I wasn't in my bed anymore. I was on the ground, surrounded by trees; lots of trees and it occurred to me that I was back at my old home sweet home. I stood up and went to brush the dirt off myself. I froze when I saw that I wasn't in my pajamas. I was in a white laced, strap dress that cut off at my knees and I wore a pair of white laced flats along with it.
I felt my hair pinned up in a ribbon and I began to wonder why I was dressed like this; who dressed me up like this? My thoughts were interrupted as I felt the wind pick up, causing my dress to lift up. I quickly pinned my dress down to my knees and started to walk. I crossed my arms over my chest as I started to get cold. Somehow, I made it out of the woods and I found myself standing in front of my old home. It was the cabin my dad and I stayed in. I smiled to myself and ran over towards it. I ran inside and saw that everything was place. Even all of my belongings were here. I saw my clothes, my brush and everything else. I walked over to my bed and took a seat on it.
Ki Ki Ki Ma Ma Ma
I froze on the bed and thought for a moment. Dad? I hopped off the bed and walked over to the boarded window. I looked out and saw my dad, walking up towards the cabin with his machete in his hand. I smiled and ran out of the room and went outside to go greet him. Just as soon as my dad walked up the steps of the porch, I ran out and hugged his knees.
"Dad we're home!", I smiled happily.
I waited for my dad to respond back, but there was no answer. The howl of the wind echoed through my ears and I slowly lifted my head up to see my dad looking down at me.
"Dad?", I asked again, hoping he would answer. "What's wrong?"
My dad didn't answer, but another voice did. Only thing was, the voice wasn't talking to me; she was talking to my dad.
"Kill her Jason! She's just going to grow up into one of those horrid teenagers. Get rid of her!", the woman screamed out loud. I thought for a moment and knew who that voice belonged to: my grandmother.
Just then, I watched my dad as he lifted up his machete and went to slash it down at me. I screamed and quickly ducked out the way. I saw how his machete came down and slashed right into the bottom wooden step. I screamed again and started to run. I heard my dad rip his machete out and started to walk behind me. I looked back and saw him walking after me with his machete in one hand. I felt tears stream down from eyes and down my cheeks. I stopped at a tree and spun around. This time, my dad was right in front of me. He looked down at me and I could see his one eye twitch behind his mask.
"Daddy.", I cried.
My dad raised his machete over his head.
"Dad! It's me! Your daughter Ashley! Daddy it's me!", I yelled.
I cried even more and fell on my knees. I laid on the ground and watched as my father took another step closer to me. His big shoe was directly in my face and it looked like his whole shoe could squash my face if he wanted to.
Ki Ki Ki Ma Ma Ma.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. My dad only said that when he was going to kill. And I was his prey, but why? I was his daughter, well, adopted daughter.
"Kill her Jason! Kill her!", the voice of my grandmother said.
I pressed my hands over my ears and waited for the kill. My grandmother's words got louder and louder. My head as hurting and spinning. My grandmother kept chatting her words in my head and I was at the point where I couldn't take it no more.
Just then, everything got quiet. I still had my eyes closed as I waited for my dad to slice me open any minute. Then I heard what sounded like an fire alarm going off. I snapped open my legs and looked around. The atmosphere was red. There was boilers; steaming boilers all around me. I slowly sat up and looked around for my dad. Where was he? He was standing right in front of me not to long ago. I stood up on my feet and looked up and around the catwalk. There as no one up there. No sign of my dad; no sign of anybody. I took a couple steps forward and came to a stop as I felt something hit my shoulder. I looked down at my right shoulder and saw something that look liquid drip down my arm.
I caught the drip with my index finger and looked down at it I rubbed the drop between my two fingers. It felt smooth and warm. Then I felt another drop hit my shoulder. Then another drop and another. I cocked my eyebrow and looked up to see what was dripping. I screamed as there that hung from a chain from a boiler was a dead man. I started to run and made a dash up the catwalk.
I ran down the catwalk and came to a stop at the end of a wall.
No way out, I thought to myself. I then started to hear heavy footsteps coming from behind me. I spun around quickly and saw my dad. He didn't have his machete this time, but an older woman stood behind him. She had short, white puffy hair and wore a red sweater along with some black pants. She smiled at me and turned to my dad.
"Is that her Jason?", she asked my dad.
Oh my goodness, I thought. That's her! That's my grandmother!
My dad turned to her and nodded his head. My grandma turned back to me and smiled. She got down on her knees and opened her arms.
"Coe see Grandma sweetie.", she said.
I pressed my back against the wall and shook my head at her.
Anger spread across her face and she stood up and grabbed my dad by his arm.
"You see Jason!" my grandma yelled. "I told you she wouldn't be good enough to keep! She's a spoiled little brat and we all know how to handle little brats like her now don't we?", my grandma smirked up at my dad.
My dad looked from me and then back to his mom and nodded My grandma turned to e and smirked evilly as then, my dad's machete had appeared into thin air. My dad reached up and grabbed the handle and lowered the machete down his leg.
"Kill her Jason!", Grandma told dad.
I felt scared and pressed myself further against the wall. I watched as my dad took one first step and then another. He walked slowly towards me and began to raise his machete. I screamed and cried as I began to beg my dad to not kill me. Just like before, my dad didn't listen to me. Once my dad was in front of me, he bent down and yanked my arm. I let out a scream as he pulled me up. Pain shot through my arm and my dad lifted me up by my arm so thought him and I were face to face. I looked into my dad's one eye with teary eyes and began to beg him again.
"Dad please. It's me.", I whispered. "I didn't do anything to deserve this. I'm your daughter.", I cried. "Please dad....I love you."
I felt my dad grip my arm tighter and then he dropped me to the hard floor. I groaned in pain looked up to see him raising his machete over my head. I let out a gasp and quickly dodge out of the way. My dad slashed his machete down on the hard metal and this gave me a quick time to escape. I looked at my grandma who was giving me all kinds of death glares. I wiped away my tears and climbed up the railing of the catwalk.
"Ashley!", my grandma yelled at me.
When I heard my dad pull his machete out, I made a jump.
My grandma screamed my name as I landed on the hard floor with a thud. I landed on my stomach. I lifted myself up slowly and groaned. I had bruises and scratches all over me now. I sat up on my knees and clutches my stomach as a tingly feeling inside me began to stir. Then, before I knew it, I coughed up blood. I felt blood ooze from my mouth and drizzle down my chin. I hope I didn't broke nothing in my body when I landed, but I guess it wouldn't matter for any longer anyways because my dad started making his way over from the stairs, towards me.
I looked at him through teary eyes. I couldn't move as my body ache from the fall and coughing I did. My dad came over towards me and pressed the tip of his machete to my chin and lifted my chin up with it. My dad made me look up at him and I waiting for the moment for him to trick me and cut his machete straight through my neck.
"Broke something sweet heart?", my dad spoke for the first time.
I groaned and slapped away his machete from my chin. The edge of the blade sliced a few of my fingers when I did that, but I could care less. I clutched my stomach one more time and slowly stood myself up. I looked around the boiler room to see if my grandma was around, but I could see it was just my dad and I now alone.
"Get up.", my dad ordered.
I looked up at him for a moment and obeyed. I stood up slowly on my feet and watched as my dad came over towards me. My dad picked me up by wrapping his one hand around my neck. I chocked and grasped his hand. My dad rose me up high over him and then threw me back against the pipes. I hit my back against the pipe hard and fell down to the ground. I heard a mixture of heavy footsteps and laughter erupt the room as I then felt myself being picked up again and having my arms and hands tied back behind me. I groaned and looked up to see my dad standing in front of me with his machete in hand.
I cocked my eyebrow and wondered who tied me as I looked back to see no other than Uncle Freddy Krueger himself. Uncle Freddy smiled down at me and said, "Stupid little shit ain't she?"
"She won't be for longer once I'm finished with her.", I heard my dad say.
I turned my head and watched as my dad and Uncle Freddy both circle me. Tear were streaming down my face and this both caused them to laugh.
"How should we kill her?", my dad asked to Uncle Freddy.
Uncle Freddy thought for a moment and turned to me. He walked over and knelt down beside me so that we were face to face. I never felt this scared in my entire life; being this close to Uncle Freddy and having my father wanting to kill me.
Uncle Freddy stroked one of his blades across my cheek and cupped my chin with it. I bit my lip as I tried o hold back the tears that were trying to escape. Uncle Freddy Chuckled and then slowly, slid his blade glove down from my chin and down towards my private area. I gasped and slid back away from as far as possible. I didn't hold back this time, I let the tears fall freely down my face.
"I say we let her suffer to her last breath.", Uncle Freddy snarled at me. Uncle Freddy looked up at my dad and my dad nodded in agreement.
I watched as both of them raised up their weapons and started aiming towards me. I let out a terrified scream as I waited for death to overcome me.