He Knew Her Then

Chapter 1 - The Boy in Her Eyes and the Man in the Mirror

Freddy meets the girl who made his life a little bit brighter as a child. She moved away at age 10, saying they'd meet again but he never returned. She's back in Springwood and Freddy has every intention to make her remember her promise.

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Amy stared at the wall, her mind lost, and her eyes blank. Her hair was a long raven color, violet eyes, and a nice slim frame but curvy with a great bust. She could turn heads at the age of 17, but she'd been to intrested in work to ever have a boyfriend. Amy was more ashamed at the fact she was the fucking 37 year old virgin. Amy blushed at the thought and shook her head, clearing away the thought. She knew she'd probably die one if she didn't sign up for that stupid online dating thing Larry talked about.

Larry was a childhood friend, he'd been around ever since she moved to Colorado. Through college he'd always lagged behind her and when she became a fully fledged lawyer he became her assistant by request. He was gay, so she never had to worry about him touching her or anything, and through jr. high and high school she'd defended his sexuallity. Amy beat up anyone who gave him trouble and in return he promised not to wear skirts to work.

Amy smirked at the memory of meeting him in a public place when he was in drag...the funny thing was she couldn't tell it was him till he said it was him and showed his curly brown hair under his wig. Amy had nearly fell out of her chair and he could barely contain him mirth from the fact that she actually thought he was a woman. He'd been quite pleased and then he'd sat down and they talked about their latest case.

Amy was a criminal law lawyer and was always the defense, defending even the biggest slime balls ever known. The cops hated her and a cop who's loved one had been killed by a murderer she was defending shot her. She touched her hip in memory, it had only been a graze, and right after words he had been sent to prison. Amy had pressed charges, having the foul temper she did and Larry hadn't even said anything. Fearing her wrath if he did.

"Hey Amy!" She turned to see John, he was tall, broad shouldered, blue eyes, brown hair, and sparkling teeth. Amy's eyes narrowed at the sight of him and she sighed, picking up her work papers for the latest case. John was wanted by all the girls in the office, except Amy, and besides the fact that she was the most wanted woman kind of put her on his 'bed' list. That's what her a Larry called it any way, he was a heart breaker and had slept with all the women in the building except the ass ugly ones.

Amy put the papers in her brief case as John stood in the open doorway of her office. "How 'bout you and me go out on a date to Ruby's?" Amy looked him dead in the eye with her worst death glare as she snapped the clasps of her briefcase shut. Picking it up she walked right up to him, fully aware of the way his eyes watched her chest and waist.

"I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on Earth." Amy replied as she moved right past him and down the hall, she heard him turn to follow her and he walked right after her. As he neared he called after her.

"Don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough?" And Amy almost burst out laughing, and she gave a chuckle that could send a shiver up anyone's spine.

"John, forever would not even be long enough for me." And John stopped following after that and probably went to go and find Macy for the night. Amy walked to the elevator and when she was inside she thought about the office slut.

Macy was a blonde with breasts way to big for her chest, hips that swayed to much, and to pale a complection for any human being. Macy was also the one who 'competed' for John's effections with Amy. Amy hated him and Macy just couldn't believe that, she beilieved that Amy was playing hard to get and constantly smothered herself against John. Amy shook her head at the thought and felt the elevator jolt to a stop before the silver doors open.

She could see the pale snow of December on the ground outside, as she turned to the double doors of the building. Boston was nice covered in snow, the crystal white cleaning the filth from the city for Spring. December was a hard time for Amy, because all that really happened where robberies, no one murdered on this holiday. Amy sighed and hailed a cab so that she could ride back to her apartment building.

The yellow vehicle parked on the curb to allow her inside and Amy slipped inside as it came to a full stop. "Where to?" Asked the cab driver taking a double look at her as he looked her in the eye.

"Red Spring Avenue, 100th street." The name was strange and whoever had named it obviously hadn't been thinking straight but whatever. Amy lived there because it was one of the scum bag places, and so far she'd made great friends with many of the crime lords in the area. She knew it was dangerous and that was what she liked about living there, danger. The apartment building she had personally bought and spruced up the place with a nice diner in the bottom half of the building.

They named the diner 'Green', well, the staff there had anyway. Even though the colors of the place were gold and red with nice tables and booths for the crime lords and thugs, they named it 'Green'. She guessed it had something to do with money or the income they got which was a hefty number indeed, and the crime lords had often joked that Amy could run her own mob if she wanted.

Amy carried many secrets, many from all the crime lords, but they never really said anything of it. They let Amy in on things only if they had too, and as Amy thought of it she couldn't really say she was bothered by the fact she knew were hundreds of bodies were barried. As the cabby pulled into the parking space she payed him in full and he sped out of the lot, hoping obviously not to catch any of the late night thugs.

Although it was dangerous, many of the thugs in the area left Amy alone, mostly because of the ring she wore. It was a silver ring with a saphire in it, the symbol of one of the biggest crime lords in town, and the pendant she wore on her neck. It was a simple gold chain with a diamond that was a normal size but it's meaning went far. Touch Amy...and your a dead man.

Amy smiled at the thought of the crime lords who'd gave them to her, they were nice decent guys once you got through the tough parts of them and that was what made Amy's job more worth the while. Amy walked inside the large building and walked into the diner. Tonight she had some of the normal thugs, but in the back right corner was one of the crime lords son's. Jake Cougar Rally, he was a nice kid, about age 25 and his two older brothers were nice too...once you get through the thick shell.

Jake was more peaceful then his brothers though and was going to be a docter, but had agreed if something happened to his brothers would take the title. He may seem soft sometimes but he could be rutheless when provoked and that was what made him a better crime lord, if provoked he would ask first the reason...and the answer had better not be. "A misunderstanding." If it was one thing the kid understood, it was that there were no 'misunderstandings' about crime and that was what made him dangerous.

Amy walked past all the tables aware of the one sided glances, they all knew better than to stare, because of the jewelry but she really didn't mind. They wouldn't get her anyway, if it was one thing she made clear...she was not marrying a criminal. She walked into the kitchen where Chef Charles was making some food for the thugs outside, he lived in the building and was one of the best chefs in the entire city. Amy got him because he asked to be closer to home, which was near his crime lord older brother.

He was 40 and his brother was 45, that was old for being in a crime family all considering. Amy kissed him on the cheek and he turned to smile at her. He spoke in an italian acscent but his brother spoke with a Russian one. His brother spent almost all his time in Russia for his first 25 years and Charles spent his in Italy. Charles greeted her warmly, "ey moma mea how you doin'?" He said, wrapping his arms around her, he was more father than Amy's own father had been. He was a drunk bastard, which was one of the reasons Amy had moved from Ohio to Boston.

Her mother had divorced her father and left without another word, taking Amy to Boston and paying every penny for her to go to school. She was more than relieved when Amy got a scolarship. She died two years after Amy got out of college, almost right after Amy had become a full lawyer.

Charles smiled at her and she nodded to him, "just fine Charles, I'm turning in early. You can take care of everything here right?" Charles nodded and gave her a thumbs up, "corse I can moma mea you go get some rest." Amy hurried out of the kitchen and no eyes watched her this time as she made her way upstaires and into her room.

Amy slipped inside and she jumped a little when the phone rang across the house, she sighed and hurried across the hall to the phone. Hitting the reciever button she picked up the phone, and she heard Larry's voice.

"Hey Amy it's Larry, theres a big case in Ohio, and it's a big case. The agency wants us to take a flight over there to represent em' what do you say?" Amy paused...images of her drunken father flashing across her mind, but Amy shook her head slightly. The bastard was probably dead, and she thought of an answer.

"Yeah, sure, whats the case?" And she heard papers shifting on the other side of the line, and the a drop as Larry dropped his phone.

"Shit!" She giggled as Larry finally got it right. "This guy supposudly murdered several teenagers, two of which were having sex, and fell asleep. Now that leaves the idea that he tip toed inside and killed them. They were found mutilated, supposudly with knives. The other fell asleep in a bathroom at school when he was supposed to be taking a test. His head was shoved into the toilet and he drouned...but the evidence here is faulty."

Amy raised an eyebrow and put it on speaker phone to grab her case...maybe she had the case in here somewhere. "Like what."

"Well, like there were no signs of break - in or anything. And the boy at school...well some say he was there and others say he was at a diner with a girl friend. Other witnesses say that he was at his job, and it goes on and on, no one person has really said the same place." Amy pulled out her file and looked in there, but nothing was in there on the case.

"Was there no one person that said the exact say place?" Amy asked and looked now at the phone as if it were actually Larry she were looking at.

"Oh look at this the majority of guys who said that he was at the crime scene were all cops." Larry said and Amy's eyes narrowed.

"So all the civilians who were confronted said all sorts of places...but the cops all said he was near the crime scene?" Larry didn't need to say anything because Amy answered it herself. "That would imply that the cops have it out for him and that they're lying to cover something up." Amy sighed and Larry spoke again.

"It's in Springwood, Ohio and the crime scene for the two teens who where killed were in a house with the address 1429 Elm Street." Amy didn't speak because her eyes were huge, as she stared at the phone. "Amy?" Larry asked and Amy whispered, almost to where Larry couldn't hear it over the speaker.

"That was my old house, before I came to Boston." And an image flashed, quick as lightning across her vision. A young boy with reddish brown hair, and icy blue eyes. He was pale, wearing a dingy red and green sweater, and brown slacks. She heard the chant in the back of her head, 'son of a hundred maniacs, son of a hundred maniacs, son of a hundred maniacs!'

"Amy! Amy! Amy!" Larry called and Amy opened her eyes. She was on the ground, shacking from a sudden chill that had grasped her, and sweating. She stood a little to quickly and almost collapsed again as she held her head. Larry was still calling hysterically and she could have swore she heard him crying.

"I'm alright Larry." Larry seemed relieved and stopped yelling. Larry knew better than to say she should call a docter, get help, or lay down. Amy was way to stubborn for that, he knew her all to well and that was what made him a great friend to have around. Amy held her head with one hand and used the other to hold herself up by grasping the edge of the desk.

"Catch a flight in the morning, were going to Springwood." Amy said and Larry didn't need to say anything he was going, he wanted to watch after Amy, he may not be able to protect her, but he sure could be there for her. "Book us some tickets, and call me in the morning for the time, k' Larry?"

"Yeah, ok, no problem. Oh, and Amy." Larry replied.

"Yes?"

"Go to bed." Amy smirked and hung up the phone, placing her things back in her suitcase before going into the bathroom to shower. As she stood under the warm water she thought about the boy. Was he from her childhood while in Ohio...why was it so hard to remember? Amy sighed and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower she ran the comb through her hair.

She dried it and put her face in the sink to wash the soap from her face. As she pushed the fluffy towl to her face she looked in the mirror and screamed. Written across the mirror in blood was a message. 'WELCOME TO HELL' The mirror was cracked and standing right next to her, she could see him in the reflection of the glass. He was wearing a brown hat and a red and green sweater, talons on his fingers. Amy couldn't see his face an neither did she want to as she stared before regaining herself from shock.

Amy rushed from the bathroom and into the bedroom, her eyes on the bathroom. But there was no one in there...she neared it but something grabbed her wrists. Or felt like it grabbed her wrists and she was pulled from the bathroom and to the bed. She was thrown onto the bed, and as she clawed at the sheets her hands were bound. She couldn't move as she tugged on the invisable force.

Her towl was ripped away and something was touching her...something like a tongue. It snaked over her neck and down to her collar bone where a sharp nip was applied before lips moved to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The lips were corse and rough but were suprisingly soft, she couldn't even see the intruder which made her scared. Amy whimpered and a laugh that chilled her and made her turn white filled the room.

Searing pain filled her as something that felt much like teeth sunk into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She cried out in pain and writhed on the bed, she could feel the blood run down her neck and shoulder, into the hollow of her throat as the intruder bit harder to where she were her juncture was covered in blood. Amy felt the warm tongue lick away the blood and she watched in horror as the blood was lapped away, leaving no trace of it behind except for the large teeth marks now on her juncture.

The intruder sucked the hollow of her throat, drinking up all the blood before she was unbound and released from her torment. She layed there, breathing hard for the longest time as she stood and pulled on clothes as quickly as she could. Amy walked into her bathroom and the message was gone, along with the man who had scared her so badly. Amy breathed hard and cleaned up the bathroom quickly, not wanting to be in there any longer than she had to be.

Walking back into her bedroom she layed down and looked at the wall, she didn't want to go to Springwood all of a sudden. Amy was pretty sure that was what the invisable man had meant by welcome to Hell, but that also made her more determined to go there and find out about all this. The boy in her memory and the man in the mirror...who were they?

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