The screams of death were lullabies to Freddy Krueger's ears, resonating in his ears and ringing in his head. He reveled in it. The girl before him, cold and alone, shivering as the blood gushed from her wounds and onto the floor around her. A pool of deep, burgundy fluid was gathering around her crouched figure. It stained her pure white, cotton cloth of her nightgown. It matted in her golden, tangled hair, specks of blood on her snow white skin. Her breath appeared in little puffs, disappearing…reappearing…disappearing…reappearing… Her lips were pale blue, tinged with red, red blood, and her azure eyes were staring wide-eyed into his. Pleading, begging, crying. But since when was Freddy Krueger a creature of mercy and sympathy? No, he was a creature of evil, one of the damned, preying on the weaker, feeling the blood in his hands, smelling the air of fear.
His lips curled up in a sneer, his head raising a fraction to look down on her, half-amused, half-disgusted. Girls were so breakable…so easy to kill, so easy to take. One by one, inch by inch, breath by breath…Tear, tear, crush, scream.
The girl stumbled to her feet, feeling the wall, using it to support herself. She limped away from him, clutching her heaving bosom, dripping a trail of blood as she struggled to free herself from the nightmare-- struggled to find a way out. But both she and he knew there was no way out…because this was his world, his playground, his rules. He walked almost casually to where she had run; he was in no rush, after all. It always ended the same way. His knifes embedded in their flesh, the cold steel making their way deep into the warm cushion of tissue, the screams, hopeless, agonizing screams…
He found her again, breath coming ever faster, chest falling up and down so quickly-- it made his grin reappear. His shoes clicked against the cold floor. She turned and screamed again when she saw him coming, saw his horrible, charred face, his piercing eyes, his ugly sweater, the damned glove. He came to her.
Let's dance, piggy.