Hey guys! Sorry this one took so long...also sorry if its a little short I just wanted to see if anyone saw the refrences to Freddy in the last chapter...he - he. Such as how it's December and no matter how much we deny it to ourselves - Freddy wheres a Christmas sweater. How she lives on 100th street, Freddy is the son of 100 maniacs. How her street name is Red Spring Avenue - Red for one of the colors on Freddy's shirt and Spring for Springwood. How 'Green' is the name of her caf'e, like the other color on Freddy's sweater. Jake 'Couger' is the name of one of the crime lord's sons' a refrence to Freddy's last name. XD. Chef Charles, Freddy's name is Fredrick Charles Krueger. ROFL, I was hoping someone would notice all these refrences. Anywho....to the story!!


Amy stared out the window to see the fluffy clouds beyond, Larry was in the seat beside her, reading a book. She sighed, flying first class was great but she was in no mood to enjoy the fine luxuries of it right now. Amy wanted to get right on this case, defend this kid, and fine the mystery of the burned man and boy. Maybe she could fall asleep...like Larry had. Closing her eyes and letting her exhaustion sink in she let out a deep breath.

A loud and hard jolt made her eyes snap open, "fucking idiot of a pilot." She growled when she noticed that Larry was no longer beside her...she turned to face where he should have been...but he was gone. Amy stood and looked around for anyone but no one was on the plane, and she walked slowly up the ile to where the pilot should be. Amy never got very scared and now she could feel a slight tinge of something deep inside of her.

Amy felt as though this had happened before, whe she had moved to Colorado she had this very same dream. But in the dream someone had been there, someone to comfort her, but he wasn't here now...who was it? Closing her eyes she tried to think of anything...something. She remembered something, it was crawling to the surface. Amy felt the name roll of her lips and tongue, said lightly like a prayer.

"Freddy."

Amy heard someone behind her groan, this was not a groan of pain though, is sounded more like pleasure. Amy blushed and shook her head, before turning around to find no one there. "Is someone there?" Amy asked as she walked down the rows of seats, "hello?" No answer met her ears and she turned her head back to the pilot's doors, turning in the row she made her way back to the doors of the cockpit.

Walking with one foot in front of the other she made her way to the doors, but all the way she felt like something was breathing on her neck. And when she put her hand on the nob to the cockpit something like a nose pressed into her skin and took in her scent. Amy jumped and put her back to the doors, eyes wide she scanned for something...anything. Nothing moved or breathed, but then she heard it, breathing.... Amy mustered all the courage she could find and reached out her hand, she felt something barely and arm's length away.

It was a corse fabric, or thats what it felt like. Rubbing her hand lightly against what she found she heard breath hitch and her palm momentarily left what she had found only for it to be back not a second later. Whipping her hand back she looked on in fear as something appeared before her. Like a cloth moving away a broad shoulder, then a brown hat and another shoulder. Amy stared at a man who had appeared out of nowhere.

He wore a dirty brown hat and a dingy red and green sweater, but her eyes caught onto two very horrifying things. His right hand which had razor sharp like talons on it and his face was badly burned. Amy looked into his eyes and found they were slightly wide and then they narrowed slowly as a crooked grin took hold of his face.

Amy pressed farther into the door if that were possible at the sight of his teeth which were razor sharp. "Hello...Amy." His voice was familiar and in the recesses of her mind she thought she knew him, from a life that was to far away to recall. It was raggid and older, implying that he was at least 40, she wasn't much younger but he seemed older.

His smile toned down a little as he stepped closer, she jiggled the handle of the locked cockpit door behind her and found out herself that it was indeed locked. A deep chuckle sounded and she looked back into his blue eyes that seemed to glow. "Now now, Amy~," his voice seemed to drawl her name...like he'd been pracitcing almost, "we'll have none of that." His body was right against her's and she could feel something digging into her thigh.

Amy blushed madly and he cackled, throwing his head back as his arms came up on either side of her. "Oh come on!" He said still laughing, "you mean you've never felt this before?" He ground his hips into her's and Amy jumped, feeling him rub her a certain way that sent a strange bolt up her spine.

His face was rather close she realized so she turned her head but he grabbed her chin and jerked hard so she faced him again, his right hand talons clicking on the cockpit doors. "Don't turn away from me you little bitch," his tone was low and dangerous. He gave her a hard slap and Amy felt like her hands couldn't move, otherwise she would have given him a rather nasty right hook.

Amy didn't turn her head again, it would be unwise since she couldn't move her hands. He moved in and caught her lips, his teeth biting into her bottom lip and making her bleed. Amy gasped in pain and his tongue took the opportunity and slid into her mouth. She heard him groan when he ran his tongue over the inside of her cheek, he plundered her mouth and ran his tongue everywhere. Amy kept her tongue in the back of her mouth.

When he was about to pull back, Amy had other ideas. Two can play at this game, she thought in her head and bit his tongue, hard. He howled and pulled back, she could see the bit of his tongue she had bitten hanging slightly, and bleeding profusly. Amy felt something dribbling down her chin and dodged her tongue out to keep the blood from dribbling down her chin, the funny thing was it wasn't metallic and salty like other people's - it was sweet and spicy.

Amy couldn't stop herself from doing what she did, she swiped her tongue out and lapped at his bleeding tongue. The man stiffened in suprise and Amy whipped back against the door, blushing furiously. The burned man slapped her hard, "that was for biting you little bitch." Amy felt the blood rush to her cheek and turned back to face him. He had pulled his tongue back into his mouth and pulled his hands from the door, no longer pinning Amy. But her wrists were still bound by an invisable force.

He knelt in front of her and ripped her skirt up, Amy gasped and tried to move, to struggle. But when she did her ankles were bound too, his talon gave her leg a cut. "Stop moving!" She stopped and felt herself blushing even harder tears pricking her eyes slightly when he shredded her underware. "S - Stop." She tried but he looked up at her with a mad grin. "What was that?" She didn't answer this time, just looked away.

He spread her lips and let his tongue graze her thighs before entering her, she cried out in suprise at the intrusion. She arched when his tongue roved around her walls, rubbing and sliding over every crevice he could reach. Amy arched and groaned before snapping her mouth shut, the man gave a little cackle before returning to his ministrations.


Freddy felt like laughing, so he did, giving a mad cackle when the girl gave an involentary groan. He shoved his fingers into her and licked at her clit, she gave another groan and arched. She must have given up on holding it in, Freddy thought and felt her heat. "Tight little bitch aren't you?" He asked and smirked when she moaned as his fingers started up faster and harder than before.

Freddy hadn't felt someone so tight in his damn life, he had every intention of fucking her but first he had to make sure she remembered who he was. Freddy licked again and two groans met at the action, Freddy felt his cock twitch. She was so tight that his arousel had been rock hard since sticking his fingers in her. She must not have had sex in years, Freddy smiled a wicked smile at the thought.

Licking and lapping at her dripping heat he let his fingers pick up the pace and rubbed a certain spot in her that made her shreik with pleasure. "What have we got here?" Freddy asked, chuckling as he removed his fingers, almost laughing at her groan of protest. Running his tongue inside of her he rubbed the spot over and over again. Her taste was divine and he drinked her and sucked what he could from her. Rubbing her prostate she came hard, spilling into his mouth, and he groaned, sending vibrations up his tongue into her. She arched again and breathed hard. Freddy moved his demon's tongue, deciding to fill her. As he moved a little farther she got tighter and something blocked his tongue.

What the hell! He felt, carfully and his eyes grew wide as his tongue withdrew. She's a - a.... Freddy felt like crowing in victory but he was unable to make a sound as his mouth went dry and he felt all the blood in him rush to his groin. He stood and grabbed her hair, his fingers rubbing her scalp. Freddy cackled and finally crowed, making her look at him. He leaned in and whispered, "I can't believe at age 37 your a godamn fucking -"


Amy heard him whisper but he seemed to grow farther away and she closed her eyes only to open them again and be sitting next to Larry. "Something wrong?" Larry asked looking at her, "you were mumbling in your sleep. I was asked to wake you." Amy looked around bewildered for the man but shook her head at Larry. "No, I'm fine." The plane gave a jolt and they were rolling down the runway. "Oh! Looks like were here, Springwood Ohio!" Amy looked around, "yeah...Springwood."


Amy walked into her motel room and showered quickly, looking in the mirror she saw no bloody letters or anything and as she walked out she layed in bed and stared at the ceiling. "Freddy..." She whispered her eyes slowly closing. "Freddy." She said it the same exact way she had on the plane. "Freddy...." every single time she said it that way.... "Freddy... is that your name?" A voice sounded from her right as she lay there and it was strangely familiar, so strangely and warmly familiar. But she didn't open her eyes, she was to tired, she didn't even mull over what the voice said...she would do it later. All she had to do was remember a simple three letter word....

"yes...."


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