Freddy walked menacingly towards the girl, his bladed glove sparking as he dragged it across the railing.
"Sumimasen..." She cried, tears falling down her pale cheeks.
"Sorry bitch, I don't speak foreign."
This girl had taken a while to get to him, and this was only her first night. She was a Japanese girl, Yoki or something like that, who had just moved to Elm Street from Tokyo. She was boring because she was easy to scare, you could tell that just from looking at her, but she'd been surprisingly good at staying awake.
He grinned, already imagining how he would tear her insides to shreds. Freddy considered pulling out her organs, right down to the long intestines, just to see if foreigners were any different in anatomy.
"Ready for an Elm Street welcome bitch?" He asked, grinning madly and stalking towards her, lifting his gloved hand above his head.
"Iie, sumima..."
She turned white as a sheet, her eyes widening in horror, and started frantically backing away.
Freddy frowned a bit, this wasn't right. Either the girl had literally only just figured out he was going to kill her or... nah, there couldn't be someone else here could there? He looked around quickly but there was no one else there.
"What you freaking for bitch? The fun hasn't even started yet!" He hissed, leaning forward so there was barely a gap between their faces. She was now backed up against the railing of the metal walk way, he could easily force her off. Yet she still seemed to be looking over his shoulder. "What the hell are you look..." Freddy froze; he thought he had heard a strange croaking sound. Once again he turned, looking around and still there was no one there. Geez, the Japanese were weird people.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!"
Freddy looked back... and the bitch wasn't there! But he had heard her scream!
"What the hell?"
Sighing he stood up, jumping over the side of the rail and landing on the floor beneath the walkway. Usually such a girl wouldn't bother him. She wasn't the kid of one of the people who had burnt him. Hell, she was foreign! He had only gone after her for a bit of fun. But that girl was scared of something and it sure as hell wasn't him.
"No one upstages Freddy Krueger in his own territory, no one." He growled, scraping his blades against each other.
He walked around for a bit, looking around the bottom of the walkway to try and see where the girl had gone, she couldn't have just disappeared? He was just starting to wonder if she had woken up when he heard a thud behind him.
Turning slowly, he couldn't help staring at the broken... no, mutilated body of the girl.
Her jaw was misshapen, like someone had grabbed both halves and pulled each one in the opposite direction. There were thick red marks around her neck, like seriously heavy rope burn, and all over her body broken bones stuck out from the skin.
"Damn. And I thought I was messy." He muttered, staring down at the body with curiosity.
"CRRRROOOOOAAAAKKKKK!"
He lifted his head slowly, his gloved hand tensing.
There, hanging from the top of the walkway amidst locks of immensely long hair and staring at him with wide black eyes... was a woman.
She stretched down towards him, her mouth open and constantly making the strangled croaking noises, like her throat had been crushed. Her head moved jerkily from side to side, cracking like crazy. Her wide eyes stared as her face moved closer to Freddy.
For a long time, the two dead killers just stared at each other.
Then Freddy grinned.
"Welcome to my nightmare bitch."
He slashed at her with his gloved hand... and she was gone. She was nowhere in sight. Freddy looked around but he couldn't spot her, how the hell did she do that? Who was she and what was she doing in his boiler room? Stealing his victim!
"Two can play at this game bitch." He hissed. "And this time... it's personal."