Disclaimer: I don't own Freddy, I only own Angela. I in no way stole this idea from the person under me, I've had this idea in my head for a while so don't flame me about it.
Opposites Attract:
Chapter one: The new dream demon
One, two, Freddy's coming for you...
How he loved that song. You see, not all undead killers had their own theme song, sung be little girls in white dresses while skipping rope. But then again, he wasn't just any killer.
Three, four, better lock your door...
He never really understood that part. Locking a door couldn't stop him. If you fell asleep behind that door, then you were as good as doomed.
Five, six, grab your crucifix...
He didn't understand that either. It wouldn't help you if caught in his boiler room with his blades about to to end your pointless life, what would you do with that little wooden cross? Try and stab his eyes out with it? Think that some lame god is going to save you? Ha!
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late...
Yes, the next and last verse was his favorite.
Nine, ten, never...
Freddy looked around. The singing had stopped and so had the atmosphere that scared the children most.
" Fucken lame ass kids..." He grumbled as he looked around his boiler room. Steam hissed somewhere in the background, and the red glow from a dim light filled the boiler room, but he wasn't focused on that. He could hear the brats heart beat.
" Nine, ten, never sleep again." He sang as he disappeared into thin air, re-appearing behind the 10 year girl he was stalking. She gasped and turned around, fearful tears running down her rosy cheeks and onto her white, lacy nightgown. Freddy couldn't help but smile wickedly at her. He flexed his his bladed glove and laughed. The girl screamed and hugged her head. Freddy was about to make the kill when he heard a voice.
" Krueger!" It roared. Freddy looked back to see a girl about seventeen glaring at him. The girl he was about to kill looked up when she had not been struck. She saw the older girl and smiled.
" Thank you." She said softly as she began to wake up. Freddy glared back at her and tried to swipe her with his claws, but she had disappeared.
" Why is she thanking me? Doesn't she know I'll just kill her after I'm done with you?" She asked. Freddy snarled at her. If there was one thing he hated, it was to lose a kill.
Then he noticed it. This girl, looked so much like him. Besides the non-burnt skin, the long blond-brown hair, and the fact that she was a girl, they looked like twins (well, maybe alike is more of a better term). The girl seemed to notice that he was staring at her.
" What are you starin' at?" She snarled. Freddy squinted and tried to see if she looked at all familiar.
" Have we met before?" He asked.
Of course they had. It was impossible for them to have not too. She was wearing a brown but slightly newer looking fedora hat like his. Instead of a red and green sweater, hers was red and blue, and she was wearing blue bell bottom jeans instead of brown pants. But the most coincidental of all, was the five blade glove on her left hand.
" No." She said simply enough. Freddy was taken back by this answer. (A/N: If this was anime, Freddy would have a big sweat drop on his head lol)
" What do you mean! Look at you! You look almost like me!" He exclaimed. Maybe she was an angry family member of one of his victims, seeking revenge. He would be glad to know that his reputation had spread out of Springwood. Maybe even out of Ohio.
" That's why I came. You seem to have heard of me, and copied my ideas, so I'm here to take you down." She said, flexing her bladed left hand. Freddy started laughing.
" You, a little piggy like you, KILL ME!" he roared as he grabbed his sides, laughing until he thought tears would begin running down his burnt cheeks. The girls face began to to turn red in anger.
" Shut your mouth, you fucken burnt piece of shit!" She screamed at him. Freddy's laughter stopped abruptly, and he glared at her.
" You think a mortal like you can harm me, my little Piggy?" He asked. She was about to say something when he put his bladed hand up to his lips. She groaned slightly when she was unable to open her mouth. Freddy chuckled as she glared at him. She pointed to her mouth, but he shook his head.
She pointed to her mouth again.
But he shook his head again.
She pointed to her mouth.
He shook his head.
She pointed to her mouth.
He shook his head.
She pointed to her mouth.
He shook his head.
She pointed to her mouth.
He shook his head.
They did this for about two more minutes.
The girl scowled at him, her blue-green eyes burned with anger. She turned around and brought her bladed glove to her to her face. With an " OUCH" she turned around again, licking her lips and moving them up and down to make sure they still worked properly.
" As I about to say," She said. " I'm not a mortal, I'm a dream demon like you, Krueger. And my name isn't 'Piggy', It's Angela. Angela Parker"
" Like I believe that." Freddy snorted, leaning up against a pole that reached up to the ceiling, clicking his blades. She copied his actions, leaning the opposite way on a wall.
" Yeah, I would think you would believe it." She said as she lifted the arms of her red and blue sweater to reveal deep purple bruises all up her arm. Freddy chuckled.
" You think a few bruises will convince me that you are a dream demon? Ha!" He laughed as he took a step towards her. Angela's bladed glove twitched as he came closer, preparing to leap into battle. Freddy laughed again. " Look, stand up straight. I might be able to see if you are telling the truth."
Angela stood up straight, eyeing his every move. Freddy walked around her, his rank breath burning against the back of her neck. " If you really are a dream demon like you say," he started, putting his ungloved hand on her shoulder and walking to her side. " Then you should be able, to survive this!" He cried as he drove his gloved hand through her stomach. He rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt his hand go through her flesh in come out the other side. He loved the feeling of a fresh kill. He loved the way she had gasped with pain and surprise when he had taken her life, her eyes wide.
" Stupid bitch. " He chuckled. But Angela's gloved hand twitched.
" I can, but can you?" She yelled as she drove her hand through his chest. Freddy grunted with surprise as he looked down to see her hand through his ribs. He glared at Angela, a smug expression formed over her features.
" Take it out..." Freddy said, motioning his head towards his chest, and the hand inside it.
" You first." Angela replied. Freddy could tell she wanted to laugh. He slowly pulled his claw from her gut, not wanting to be with this vile bitch any longer. She did the same. They both stared at each other, before Angela cringed.
" Jeez, I can see why you rule nightmares. Just seeing your face would make me have nightmares for months." She said, sticking out her tongue.
" Hey Bitch! I'm quite good looking just to let you know!" Freddy roared, trying his hardest to counter attack.
" Have you ever looking in a mirror!" Angela asked sarcastically.
" Yeah, once..." Freddy said in a quite tone, his brow creasing. He recalled when Alice had made him look at himself in order to defeat him.
" Oh, and I'm guessing the mirror broke after that!" Angela laughed as she turned around. Freddy's burnt face was growing red with anger.
" You think you're so tough!" He snarled under his breath. Angela snorted, obviously hearing him. She otherwise ignored his comment and just admired his lair, the old Springfield boiler room.
" A basement eh?" She said, gazing around the huge room. Water dripped from a pipe in the corner, steam shot out from every which way every so often. Freddy raised his eyebrow.
" It's a boiler room, and 'Eh'?" He laughed, " What are you? Canadian?" Angela turned around and scowled at him.
" Yeah, I am actually." She snarled. Freddy just laughed harder.
" So, did you see lots of beavers while you were alive?" He cracked up. Angela stormed back and slapped him, catching him off guard.
" Shut up! At least I don't live in some basement!" She said as she quickly snapped her ungloved finger and the scene changed. They were now in a cluttered bed room with posters of cute boys. The bed covers were all aspew. " I much prefer to kill in my own environment. My bedroom." There , in the corner of the room, was a bunch of blood. Angela pointed to the blood, her face grim.
" That's where I died."
Freddy began to understand. The bruises...
" You were beaten to death..." Freddy whispered, thinking out load.
" By my own mother." Angela said, walking over and staring at the blood. " One day, she took her beatings to far..."
(Flashback)
Angela's Mother slapped her across the face, leaving a red hand print.
" Stupid Bitch! Things have only gotten worse since I had you!" She scolded, as if Angela had done something wrong, like she could help being alive.
" Mother!" Angela pleaded holding her cheek. Her voice was shaky as she was about to cry.
" Don't Mother me!" She yelled, punching her daughter in the nose. " Now shut up before I make you bleed!" Angela was holding her nose and cheek as she turned around and rushed to her bedroom. Her mother on her heels.
She grabbed Angela's red and blue sweater, taking hold of her shoulders and held her tight. Angela winced as her mother grabbed old bruises from earlier that week.
" You look at me when I talk to you!"
Angela by now, was growing tired of her nightly beating at her age, and the rebel inside her was stronger then ever. Angela glared at her mother and lifted her hand. She slapped her hard. Her mothers eyes were wild in shock as Angela pushed her mother away.
" Fuck off! I've had enough of you!" Angela said as she walked in her room and slammed the door. She was about to walk to her bed, when her mother burst through the door.
" You're dead you fucken little whore!" She yelled as she picked up the closest thing to her, a five bladed glove that her daughter had made in a metal working class and got an F- for, saying that it was too violent for school. She put it on and scratched her daughter across the chest. Angela screamed in pain as she fell backwards onto the wall, leaving a pool of blood. Her mother scratched her across the face, ripping up her perfectly form features. She slashed her daughter until she was barley clinging to life. Angela looked up at her mother, her eyes beginning to glaze over.
" I'll fucking kill you..." She sad in a raspy voice. " You and the rest of this damned family..."
" Try doing that when you're dead!" Her mother said cruelly, kicking her daughter. She then took off the glove and threw it on her body, turned around and storming out of the room, slamming the door as she went. Angela, who was in great pain, mustered all the words she could.
" Fucken Revenge..."
" Revenge you say? We can help!" A voice said. Angela's fogged vision could faintly see three snake like creatures hovering in front of her.
" We know what you want Angela." Another said.
" I want revenge." Angela snarled. She said it as if she was spitting a vile taste from her mouth.
" Yes, we can help you get revenge. Do you agree?" The third asked. Angela just stared at them, before she rested her head up against the bloody wall. She slowly took the glove and put it on her left hand.
" Fuck yes..."
( End flashback)
" After that, she was cleared off all charges, because she said that she was only using self defence, seeing how I had put the glove on. She got herself knocked up a few times after that, which made my job of getting revenge ever harder."
Freddy, who was listening intently to Angela's death story, pretended that he couldn't give less of a damn. He was searching her room for kicks, trying to banish the thought of his own mother.
" Yeah, mothers suck..." He said as he picked up a stuffed Teddy bear. He smiled as he quickly gouged its eyes out.
" Why do you think mothers suck?" Angela asked. " Is she the one who burnt you to death?" She sat down on her messy bed.
" No, I was burnt to death by pissed off parents. You see, I was a real murderer when I was alive. The Springwood slashed was my title. Fucken escaped charges every time." Freddy explained.
" That's not what I wanted to know, and just because you were afreakin life doesn't mean you need to rub it in." Angela said lamely.
" Well sorry I had balls in my days on earth." Freddy laughed cruelly. Angela was about to say something back, when she got a better idea. She walked over to her dresser and picked up a handheld mirror, handing it to Freddy.
" Here, take a good look at yourself and tell me if you still think you're good looking."
