CHAPTER THREE

He's Real

"Glen?" Freddy laughed. "Man, those beatings really pissed you off eh?"

Harper looked at him. "What the hell? Is every person in my dream gonna know every aspect of my life?"

Freddy just smiled, and gestured to her.

"Okay then piglet. Bring me your abuser."

Harper gave him a weird look at his choice of a nickname, but closed her eyes, and pictured Glen. She attempted to pull him in, but felt no connection. She tried for about five minutes, but finally gave up.

"Naw, I can't bring him in." She didn't see the look of fury on Freddy's face, because she was in her own train of thought.

"However...maybe I could bring you to him."

Freddy's face lost it's angry look, but his enraged posture remained.

"Do it."

Harper closed her eyes again and once again pictured Glen. This time, she attempted to enter his dream, this time, with Freddy in tow.

When she opened her eyes, she and Freddy were in her house, outside her bedroom door.

Becoming aware of his surroundings, Freddy slowly let a grin spread over his face.

"Well well well, whattaya know. Looks like you can bring me with you after all." He looked around him, and his gaze froze on her door. His evil grin turned into a sadistic one, and he shifted his attention to Harper.

"Well babe, I'll let you go in first. Lure him outta there." Harper looked at her bedroom door, and back to Freddy. He was gone.

She scoffed. Why couldn't he just go inside and kill the bastard? Freddy wanted her to bring him here; why couldn't he do his own shit?

With a resigned sigh, she made her way to the door, but stopped as she placed her hand on the knob. Suddenly, she got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she didn't want to open the door, and see what was inside. Glen was dreaming about being in her room.

No...he wasn't...

Taking a deep breath, Harper ripped the door open, and her jaw dropped.

Her mother's boyfriend was dreaming about raping her.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Harper screamed, bringing Glen's attention to her. "DOES FUCKING EVERYONE DREAM ABOUT SCREWING ME?" She angrily punched the wall, glaring at Glen as she did.

The dream Harper disappeared from under Glen's body, causing him to cry out in surprise. He continued staring down at the place where his victim had been, and didn't notice the real thing coming up behind him, her face set in rage.

"You bastard!" She screeched, leaping on his back. "You sick, twisted fuck! It's bad enough you beat me at every opportunity you have, but this? This is what you have my mother for you asshole!"

Harper dug her nails into Glen's cheeks, pulling back with all her strength, leaving eight angry red trails behind. Glen gave a pained scream, and drove his elbow back, nailing Harper in her side.

This time, it was Harper's turn to cry out, and her grip lessened considerably. Glen took the opportunity to grab a hold of her arms and flip her over his head, so she was now seeing him upside down.

"You little bitch!" He hissed, blood dripping from his face onto hers. "This is my dream, girl. I do what I want, and no person I dream up will ruin it." Harper grimaced; he still thought she was only part of his dream.

Faster than she thought he was capable of, Glen flipped himself around, so he was now straddling her hips. "I'm gonna show you who's in charge here whore." He snarled, and roughly ripped her top open.

"NO!" Harper screamed, attempting to pull her tattered shirt together.

"Stop struggling slut. We both know you'll enjoy this; you always do." He grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with his right hand, and started undoing her jeans with the other.

"Well now, isn't this an interesting situation to stumble upon." Came a low voice from the doorway. Harper almost cried. "Freddy..." She gasped out in relief, her body immediately relaxing. Glen had paused in his actions, and was staring at Freddy with a confused look on his face.

"Who the fuck are you pal?" He asked, his fingers still resting on Harper's jean buttons.

"I'm the stuff nightmares are made of...buddy." Freddy sneered, before taking a step into the room. "And, at the moment, I'm Harper's knight in shining armor." Freddy grinned, showing off his sharp, jagged teeth. Although she still believed he was only a dream, Harper couldn't help but feel a pang of unease.

As if he read her mind, Freddy's eyes snapped to her, and he gave her a quick wink, before returning his gaze to Glen.

"Now Glen...would you be so kind as to get off your girlfriend's daughter? She already has your blood on her face; I don't want her to get anymore on any other parts of her...anatomy." He stated this while dragging his razors along Harper's vanity mirror, leaving behind four claw marks, and creating a horrid screeching noise. Glen felt his heart clench in fear, and he let go of Harper, but remained perched on her middle.

"Who the hell do you think you are motherfucker? Coming in here and threatening me? You better watch yourself dipshit, I'll kick your ass!" Harper made an incredulous face at him. Why was he talking to this guy as if he was real? Was Glen really so far gone in the head that he thought he could kill a part of his dream?

Freddy laughed at the threat, and rubbed his knives together. "Come on then bitch. Come to Freddy."

Suddenly, they were back in the boiler room, Freddy nowhere to be seen. Glen looked around, eyes wide, and slowly stood, allowing Harper the chance to scuttle away.

Then a familiar screeching sound drew both their attentions to their left, where they saw four lines scratched into a pipe; but no Freddy. With a sigh, Harper stood, and threw her t-shirt to the ground, giving up on attempting to fix it. Running around in a lacy black bra was not exactly something she was keen on doing, but unfortunately, Glen had rendered the shirt next to useless. With a quick glance at Glen, she started sidling away, but stopped when he gave her a death glare she'd learned to become acquainted with.

"Where do you think you're going Harper?"

Another screech sounded, and both parties flinched.

"Away from the scene of the crime." Harper answered, before bolting. She heard Glen swear, followed by his footfalls coming after her. Harper leaped over a railing, attempting to lose her pursuer in the steam. She was running past a crevice in the wall when a pair of strong, red and green striped arms shot out, the gloved hand landing on her waist, the other hand on her mouth, muffling the shriek. Freddy yanked her into the fissure, holding her tight against his body.

"Shhh..." He whispered, causing another shiver to travel up her spine. Again, not in a bad way.

Thirty second passed by before Glen arrived, flying by the cranny without so much as a turn of his head.

"I'm gonna find you Harper, you dumb cunt! And when I do, I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Freddy chuckled quietly, and slowly let go of Harper, before slipping out of the opening. Harper was still for a few seconds, then poked her head out. As she expected, Freddy had disappeared. Harper bit her lip, and ran a hand through her hair. She waited about five minutes, then shook her head.

"Fuck this." She grouched, and left the niche. She was going to find a way out of the room, and wake herself up. However, a scream made her stop in her tracks, and she was hit with a major deja vu. This time however, she ran in the opposite direction of the screams. She was still running ten minutes later when the screams stopped completely.

"Shit." Harper hissed, leaning over, her lungs flaming. "Damn smokers lungs." She muttered, before continuing to walk.

Her breathing was still heavy when a very familiar scratching noise assaulted her ears. Harper felt as if a torch had been placed under her ass. Never had she ever run so fast. She didn't know why, but all of a sudden she had an overpowering urge to get as far away as possible from the scarred man in her dreams.

"Fuck!" She yelled, emerging into yet another area filled with pipes and chains. She yanked on her hair with both hands. "Is there no goddamn way out of this hellhole?"

She let out a frightened squeak as she felt lips on her ear.

"No."

Harper whipped around and quickly backed away, cupping her ear as if it was injured. Freddy stared at her, his look amused.

"Aw, why the sudden change of heart piggy? Half an hour ago, you were staring at me like I was the end all and be all." He smirked, and Harper shrugged.

"You were. But, feelings change." And with that, she was gone, popping back into her own dream. Unfortunately, she found herself still in the boiler room.

"Aw, son of a bitch!" She growled, kicking the ground angrily.

"Actually, I'm son of 100 maniacs. But, I guess son of a bitch can work too." A gasp was ripped from Harper's throat as a pair of muscular arms slid around her waist.

"Wasn't expecting this." He murmured into her ear, his left hand fiddling with her belly button ring. "Didn't think you'd willingly put yourself through pain. As I understand it, navel piercings are very painful." Harper grimaced and began squirming, her hate of being touched bubbling and churning under her skin.

"Let go Krueger." Her words were said in a low snarl, which resulted in a husky chuckle from behind her.

"Oh, someone's getting vicious. Kitty's got claws, huh?" He licked the shell of her ear, and Harper jumped, a warm tingling starting to appear in her nether regions. Her arousal however, was easily kept under control, as it was battling with her touching problem.

"I said, let GO!" She yelled, stomping on his toe, and roughly ripping herself out of his grasp. She turned around and stared at Freddy's grinning face, her body slightly hunched.

"Aw, now come on Harper. Don't act as though you're disgusted. I can smell your arousal...and let me tell ya, it ain't an unpleasant scent."

Harper glared daggers at him. "Lick my cunt fucker."

Freddy was silent for a moment, before a large, lewd smile split his features.

"With pleasure hot stuff."

Harper had only a moment to comprehend the meaning of her and his words before she was lying on an old, ratty mattress, with Freddy straddling her. Her eyes widened.

"What the hell man?" She screamed, attempting to struggle against him. Freddy laughed.

"This is my world babe. I can take you anywhere, anytime. Once you're in here, you're completely at my mercy." He ran his right hand down her stomach, not breaking the skin, but leaving four white marks. "Don't move too much babe. You don't wanna get cut."

"Get OFF me you asshole!" Harper screamed, thrashing around, completely ignoring his warning.

It took six deep cuts for her to finally get the message, and lay still. Freddy smiled.

"Good girl. Now relax. I'm sure you'll find this...quite enjoyable." He smirked, and began sliding down her body.

Harper's body tensed, and she was about to tell him off when her vision began to turn blurry. Freddy halted, and raised his head to look at her, an annoyed look on his face.

"Looks like it's time for you to wake up Carbon. But don't think this is over. Next time you fall asleep...I'll be waiting..."

Harper's eyes shot open, and she gasped, immediately sitting up. When she saw she was in her own room, on her own bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and covered her face with her hands.

"Thank god..." She whispered, running both hands through her hair, and then placed them in her lap.

She froze as she saw the dried blood and skin under her nails. Skin and blood she'd scratched from Glen in her dream.

Slowly, Harper shifted her gaze to her torso. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the fresh blood dripping down her stomach from a number of cuts and gashes; ones she knew she did not receive when she was awake.

"Oh god..." She whimpered. "Please no." Trembling, she turned to look at her mirror, and nearly screamed.

On her mirror, were four long claw marks.

Harper's breathing became erratic, and her stomach was in knots. That was when she remembered the reason why the scratches were there.

"Oh my god...Glen..." She said, quickly standing up. No sooner had she gotten on her feet, than a horrible scream sounded from her mother's and Glen's room. Harper closed her eyes.

"Oh...oh good God...Jesus Christ..." She breathed as she sat back down, her head light, and tears falling from her eyes.

"He's real."

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she swore she heard laughing.