Freddy's Girl Chapter 1

*I do not own this, just made this for fun!* -_-

Freddy had to laugh to himself. He had finally found her. Months of searching for her home had paid off. He found it, and he found her.

Freddy had to admit, he tortured a lot or females, but she was different. He felt a connection with her, which had never, ever happened before. He loved someone for the first time. Then he made the mistake of raping her. If she even had those kind of feelings for her before, they were gone now. His Nancy.

When he had become weak she ran, and he couldn't find her, until now. Freddy was still weak, and had trouble dream walking correctly. That's why it took so long to get to her. He had searched everywhere-her old house, her parent's house, friend's houses, but never found her. He almost jumped for joy now.

He crept along the hedges of this new house of hers. Luckily he went at night, so no neighbors would freak out causing him to leave. Looking in, he was surprised with what he saw. There was another man. Freddy watched as they kissed and Nancy left the room. Moments later, she returned, and she had a baby in her arms. How dare she.

Freddy was so angry. She got knocked up, huh? She didn't like it when he did it, so what's up with this guy? What made him so special? Freddy gave her everything, but it wasn't enough to keep her from this.

He sighed. He knew the answer to that one. Being a disgusting freak and killer, he never had a chance with her. Freddy watched as she carried the baby through the living room. When she turned, Freddy saw that the baby had several ugly birthmarks on its face.

Freddy was surprised. Wouldn't a beautiful girl like Nancy have a nice looking baby? Freddy decided to get a better look. Moving closer to the window, he watched as Nancy put the baby down on the floor, where a blanket was setup. She brought over a pink blanket and lay it over the baby. 'So it's a girl.' Freddy said to himself. Freddy watched as Nancy left the room back to her husband. He decided to have a look around for himself. Lifting up the window, which they stupidly left open, Freddy climbed in. 'This is why you lock windows, because I come in that way!' Freddy laughed to himself.

Freddy looked at the sleeping baby on the floor. Killing it would be perfect revenge. A baby is one of a woman's soft spots. But yet, something stopped him from digging his claws into the baby's flesh. Before he could so anything else, he heard Nancy talking.

"Well, yeah, I mean she did tell me that at work today. But you know her, can't t trust a thing she-" She stopped mid sentence when she entered the living room and say him standing there, over her baby.

"How the fuck did you find me?"

Freddy stood up and grinned. "You must be so proud of this new life you've gotten yourself."

She stood for a minute looking into his cold eyes. "Get out of my house."

"I will be back, my love." He chuckled and made his way for the window. "I'll be back."

That night, Freddy lay in his bed, thinking. People don't usually think of murderers having their own homes and sleeping, or doing any normal things, but they do. He had a cabin far out in the woods where not many people found. If they did find it, he would kill them-problem solved. He had a working bathroom, a kitchen with a kitchen, and even a television. Everything a guy needs.

He thought of everything today, everything that he had witnessed. He decided not to go back the next day, no, he would make her worry about it. Now he needed his rest so he could go back to doing what he did best. Soon.

Nancy was petrified. How had he found her? She spent so much time protecting herself and making sure he never found her. But he did. Nancy had set up a new life, and now he would surely ruin it. She decided not to let that happen.

Getting out of bed, she got the baby out of her crib and packed up a diaper bag. She had a plan. After getting in the car, she drove for almost an hour, to his home. She never wanted to come back here, but the plan she made was so perfect.
The drive through the woods was a challenge for her old car, and she was partly relieved when she caught sight of the dreaded cabin. Climbing out, she grabbed the baby and stuff and placed it on the ground beside the car.

"Freddy! Come out!"

She saw him open the door slowly. "So you decided to come back for more, did you?"

Nancy laughed. "You wish."

Freddy watched as she got in the car and drove off. Then he saw the baby car seat on the ground. Creeping over, he saw the baby sleeping peacefully. So she ditched the baby on him, huh? There was no way he was going to do this. It was her mistake bringing it here.

He walked closer to the baby and kicked it over. Landing on the ground, the seat turned upside down, and the baby inside started screaming. Freddy would not have any noise, no way. What made him deserve this? He brought his hand close to her face, ready to slash. But something stopped him.

Freddy stopped and looked at the blanket, which held a letter tucked inside. He opened it up and read,

Dear Freddy,

I'm sick of this, which why I am dropping her off. She's yours now. She was yours anyway.

Her name is Clara, and your her father. Don't believe me? Remember that night? Yeah, that's when it happened. So screw you.

She's your problem now, and don't expect me to take her back or any child support. Goodbye.

Signed, Nancy.