Yay!
New Nightmare story!
:'D
I'm almost done with my other one, so I decided to start on this one.
Don't worry, no real tie-ins with Forgotten Innocence.
But I'd still love it if you read and reviewed both that one and this story.
*along with any other stories that peek your interest*
Three Little Piggies
[A Nightmare on Elm Street]
The Big Bad Wolf
Soft white mist gently rolled across the ground. It was all that moved, scattered about what appeared to be a dark, empty cellar. Well, almost empty. The small gaps that formed in the mist allowed the floor to be seen, and various bodies lay here, there and yonder. Young children in torn rags and teens slashed my some demonic blade. Boys and girls, all were slain. An unholy scene of terror and agony.
There was a loud snort that broke the silence. In a large chair, almost throne-worthy, sat a tall, lanky man. He was clad in a tattered red and green striped shirt, and brown fedora hat. Dirty brown pants, and black boots twitched as he tapped his foot. His was horribly scarred, his face revealing red tissues that had long since healed and now stretched over his muscles as new, horrific skin. The little actual skin he had left was deeply tanned. His worn hat was drawn back, his muddy brown eyes fixed on one of the many bodies that lay before him. One mangled hand propped his head upright as he hunched over, the brown leather glove on his right hand dangled between his legs, the blades still sharp after all this time.
This monster - nay- this demon gave another snort. He was quite bored. Night after night, they slept, and night after night, he would stalk them. Sometimes, he'd just out and kill them. To be quite honest, all this had become - dare he say it?
Boring.
It had been a while since he cackled at a victim's cries. Even longer since the nights where blood had made him squirm with glee. Hell, he'd even stopped with the snappy remarks!
It seemed, to him, that everything he could do, he's done. As he sat there on his macabre throne, Fredrick Krueger found himself thinking, for the first time, of stopping all this.
He realized what he was musing about and in a quick, spur of the moment action, hurled the closest thing to him. It was a long, slender arm. Possibly female, but Fred had killed enough teens to know that not all of the guys worked on their arms.
Fred growled and threw down his hat, his bald scalp seemed to shift and flake. More dead skin. He shook his head, and pick his hat back up.
"I need more excitement." he said, finally. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his non bladed hand. That, Fred thought, was easier said than done.
And so, the Dream Demon sat there, contemplating. He loved to kill. He lived to kill - well, it a matter of speaking, anyway. How could he bring the laughter back into his slaughter?
He sat there for so long, one might have been able to grow mold on him. Fred growled and was about to throw something else, when it came to him.
"Why not stalk three kiddies at once?" he mused, stroking his chin, thoughtfully. Mushing three separate dreams into one shouldn't be too hard. It could be the "oomph" he needed to get back into the spirit of things.
Fred grinned and tapped his claws against the arm of his chair.
"Now, who will be my little piggies?"