Jamie Adams fought for breath, fought to quell the panic rising in his chest, fought to free himself from the contraption that held him. An evil chuckle brought his attention to the monster standing in front of him; Jamie's head snapped up and his terror increased as the man tapped his fingers against his chin. In the first blind rush of panic, Jamie had completely missed that one of the man's hands was encased in an old glove that sported some nasty looking blades on each finger. It reminded Jamie of..oh, hell, what was that old movie he'd watched with his parents when he was little? Oh yeah, Edward Scissorhands, Jamie's mind supplied helpfully. This guy though? He didn't look like a sad, kindly creation that gave out free haircuts and fell in love with doe eyed teenage girls. No, this freak looked like he did things to teen girls that Jamie was better off thinking about. And enjoyed it all. You're not a teenaged girl, though, Jamie's voice offered up, again trying to help. If that thought popped up to reassure Jamie, however...oops. Jamie was far from reassured.
Suddenly, those claws lashed out, catching Jamie under the chin. The boy, half out his wits already, screamed and tried to slink into the chair as though he could slide out of the bottom and escape. No such luck, though, and the claws forced the boy to raise his head to stare into eyes glittering with insane glee.
"Zee bad boy pays none of zee attention, no?" the voice coming from the man's twisted mouth was the girl's. Then it was gone and the hated voice of the man was back. "Kids these fuckin' days. Never paying attention. You speak English, dumbass! How can you be failing it?" He shook his head almost sadly as the poor child in his grasp struggled to catch his mind up to the surreal scene playing out before him. His mind scrambled a few more seconds, then he brightened. Of COURSE!!! He'd fallen asleep during 'ol Idiot's English class and now he was dreaming! What the hell, he figured a scary dream was better than English class any day, and he relaxed. That relief was short lived, however. The man's blades came up and caught him across the cheek, trailing lines of fire across his skin. Jamie screamed again before those hateful blades came up to cover his lips.
"Class is in session, piglet. You'd do well to pay attention. The class is English. The curriculum will be broken into sections. Each one will deal with how you're gonna die. I promise it won't be boring. Ready to begin? Not that it'll matter if you aren't. My name is Freddy, and I'll be conducting this class. Any questions?" He waited as the boy shivered so hard words could barely exit his mouth. Freddy shook his head and tsked as his eyes brightened. "Hey kid! I'll make ya a deal. You pass my class and I'll let'cha live. You fail, you die, got it?" He grinned widely as the boy, scared mute, could only nod, a small glimmer of hope entering his brain. Oh hell yeah, he'd pass this course! Then he'd pay attention to ALL of his classes until he got his friggin Ph. D!
Freddy roared with laughter suddenly. Then he bent down so that his face was level with the boy's. Jamie choked on the man's horrid breath, eyes wide with fear.
"Good," Freddy purred. Let's start with the semi-colon, shall we?"
