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Aug. 22nd, 2004 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gala_applesa school of rock zack/freddie story
Zack’s parents were off once again. They were always gone somewhere, his dad didn’t know he was playing rock and roll until two weeks after he had started because he wasn't there to hear it. To be honest, he wasn’t even all that sure where they were now.
He was supposed to be enough of an adult to stay by himself now. Of course, he probably should have been adult enough to not watch a horror movie, well to be honest, horror movies, when he was all alone. But it wasn’t his fault. House of 1000 Corpses made him snicker cause it was so dirty, so he figured things would be fine when he moved onto Signs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Urban Legends. Urban Legends 2 was just starting on the Pay Per View Horror Network, but he thought he should probably go to bed as it was 3 in the morning.
He got up, and locked the front door. He wandered to the kitchen, the room nearest the back door. Zack took out the carton of milk, and swigged, leaving a chocolate milk stain around his lips. There was no point in drinking from glasses when no one was around to see him. Then he saw a shadow outside the sliding doors. It was too dark to make out it’s shape, but did that really matter? Most insane serial killers were human shaped anyway.
He fumbled around, reaching and clutching the first thing he could. He walked to the door before he lost his courage, and yanked it open. It needed oil, and only opened about 2 feet, but it was enough for a hand to stick in the door. Zack screamed, and threw the… frying pan? at the person outside. He heard a primal call of anger, it sounded exactly like Leatherface and the door opened a bit more, and he pissed, and everything went black. The last thing he heard himself say, was “Don’t torture me!”
He woke up, and he didn’t open his eyes, scared of where he was. He vaguely wondered weather he was in Leatherface’s basement, or Dr Satan’s lab. All he knew was he was about to get experimented on, or tortured, because he could feel disgusting grimy sheets under his naked body. Zack waited a minute, then another. Hmm, no knifes. That was odd. Maybe no one was in the room, and he could escape?
He moved his eyelids. Even odder. That was his ceiling, with the splotches from when he had exploded glow sticks on it. Leatherface/Dr Satan was going to torture him in his own room? And the grimy sheets must be because he was a boy, and they were covered in crumbs, and hadn’t been washed in 4 months.
Without moving, he darted his eyes around, and saw nothing incriminating. He slowly reached onto the shelf behind his bed, and pulled out his scissors. He sat up, and something in the doorway coughed, so he threw the scissors at it.
“I swear to god, if you throw one more thing at me, I’m going to cut your fingers off.”
Zack squealed, and pulled the covers over his head. Of course, the blankets wouldn’t save him, but conditioning from the age of 5 made it automatic. That was exactly the kind of thing either man would do. First it would be fingers, then it would be pieces of scalp, then forehead skin…
The man stomped over, and ripped the blankets off Zack. “What in the hell is your problem? I’m the one that has ADD. So why are you being Spazzy McGee? Though, you certainly did fill your role of Zack Attack. Christ, a frying pan and a pair of scissors.”
Spazzy McGee? Freddy? He opened his eyes. It was! He leapt to his knees, and grabbed the blonde in a hug. “Thank god!” he said, and kissed the shorter boy’s forehead.
“You missed.”
Zack fell back in surprise and hit his head against the wall. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you say I missed, when I kissed you?”
“No, what am I, gay?”
Well, in the movies, the brave one usually lived. “You might not be, but I am.” Zack said, and pulled Freddy down to him.
After a bit of kissing, and Freddy squirming on his lap, the blonde pulled away. “No shit?”
“Yeah.”
Zack’s parents were off once again. They were always gone somewhere, his dad didn’t know he was playing rock and roll until two weeks after he had started because he wasn't there to hear it. To be honest, he wasn’t even all that sure where they were now.
He was supposed to be enough of an adult to stay by himself now. Of course, he probably should have been adult enough to not watch a horror movie, well to be honest, horror movies, when he was all alone. But it wasn’t his fault. House of 1000 Corpses made him snicker cause it was so dirty, so he figured things would be fine when he moved onto Signs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Urban Legends. Urban Legends 2 was just starting on the Pay Per View Horror Network, but he thought he should probably go to bed as it was 3 in the morning.
He got up, and locked the front door. He wandered to the kitchen, the room nearest the back door. Zack took out the carton of milk, and swigged, leaving a chocolate milk stain around his lips. There was no point in drinking from glasses when no one was around to see him. Then he saw a shadow outside the sliding doors. It was too dark to make out it’s shape, but did that really matter? Most insane serial killers were human shaped anyway.
He fumbled around, reaching and clutching the first thing he could. He walked to the door before he lost his courage, and yanked it open. It needed oil, and only opened about 2 feet, but it was enough for a hand to stick in the door. Zack screamed, and threw the… frying pan? at the person outside. He heard a primal call of anger, it sounded exactly like Leatherface and the door opened a bit more, and he pissed, and everything went black. The last thing he heard himself say, was “Don’t torture me!”
He woke up, and he didn’t open his eyes, scared of where he was. He vaguely wondered weather he was in Leatherface’s basement, or Dr Satan’s lab. All he knew was he was about to get experimented on, or tortured, because he could feel disgusting grimy sheets under his naked body. Zack waited a minute, then another. Hmm, no knifes. That was odd. Maybe no one was in the room, and he could escape?
He moved his eyelids. Even odder. That was his ceiling, with the splotches from when he had exploded glow sticks on it. Leatherface/Dr Satan was going to torture him in his own room? And the grimy sheets must be because he was a boy, and they were covered in crumbs, and hadn’t been washed in 4 months.
Without moving, he darted his eyes around, and saw nothing incriminating. He slowly reached onto the shelf behind his bed, and pulled out his scissors. He sat up, and something in the doorway coughed, so he threw the scissors at it.
“I swear to god, if you throw one more thing at me, I’m going to cut your fingers off.”
Zack squealed, and pulled the covers over his head. Of course, the blankets wouldn’t save him, but conditioning from the age of 5 made it automatic. That was exactly the kind of thing either man would do. First it would be fingers, then it would be pieces of scalp, then forehead skin…
The man stomped over, and ripped the blankets off Zack. “What in the hell is your problem? I’m the one that has ADD. So why are you being Spazzy McGee? Though, you certainly did fill your role of Zack Attack. Christ, a frying pan and a pair of scissors.”
Spazzy McGee? Freddy? He opened his eyes. It was! He leapt to his knees, and grabbed the blonde in a hug. “Thank god!” he said, and kissed the shorter boy’s forehead.
“You missed.”
Zack fell back in surprise and hit his head against the wall. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you say I missed, when I kissed you?”
“No, what am I, gay?”
Well, in the movies, the brave one usually lived. “You might not be, but I am.” Zack said, and pulled Freddy down to him.
After a bit of kissing, and Freddy squirming on his lap, the blonde pulled away. “No shit?”
“Yeah.”