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Chapter 8 - "Disarm"

Like a jolt of electricity, I was suddenly barraged by an intense flashback that overtook all my senses with emotional waves that washed over me. I remembered being locked in a padded cell for hours on end and the only human contact being the nurses who would hold me down so that they could inject me with a painful serum that would normally result in me falling unconscious shortly afterwards.

But when I didn't pass out, I was left feeling completely loopy, and in a dazed and confused state of mind that felt like it lasted an eternity. The pain from the injections alone was damn near unbearable when I was left conscious afterwards. I remembered crying and screaming out in agony for hours, but no one ever came. I knew they were watching me through the camera that was in the corner of the room, but they didn't care how much pain I was in, so long as I, their lab, rat wasn't dying.

The first few weeks in the Psych Ward weren't anywhere near as bad as the weeks following the car accident. As soon as I came out of a comma, I was sent straight back to the Ward for my overly aggressive, irrational, and self destructive behavior. The death of both my mother and brother aided as an excuse for the doctors to do more experiments on me. That was when the searing injections first began... followed by the tortures.

I shuttered at the strong emotions I was sifting through, and pulled myself from my deep reverie. "Do you remember much from... from the hospital?" I asked Taylor tentatively.

"I remember some parts more than others. But that place wasn't a hospital. They were not there to take care of us like normal doctors are supposed to. That place was a prison," she replied. "I remember when we first met in the rec room, and when the nurses had to call in the guards to hold you down just so they could sedate you-" Taylor said with a laugh.

"Wait- what?" I asked with a half amused, half surprised look on my face.

"Yeah, it was hilarious. No one expected a girl so small to put up that much of a fight. I sure didn't expect it," she replied with a grin.

"Haha, oh my God, I don't even remember this..." I said while laughing.

"It was like the second day you were there," Taylor explained. "You were pretty out of it for the first couple of days..."

"But, what about after the car accident? Do you remember anything after I came back?" I asked.

Taylor paused for a moment to think about it. "You started to act a little strange," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Well," she began. "You became rather listless... I think they started to drug you up a whole bunch once you got back. I know they started to give me these really painful shots right before you returned..."

My heart faltered. Could it be possible that Taylor was getting the same injections that I was..? "That's strange..." I mumbled.

"What is?" she asked.

"It sounds like they were giving us the same thing, 'cause after I came out of a comma, they started shooting me up with this horrible stuff that burned for hours on end after it was injected..." I explained and Taylor stared at me with wide eyes.

"Okay, that's kinda' scary..." she replied as we looked at one another. "What do you think they were giving us?"

I shook my head. "No idea... I just hope it wasn't something bad..." I said ominously.

"What if it was? What if they did something to us in there?" Taylor said, and I felt my pulse quicken.

"Something would've happened between now and then... We would know by now," I countered, though only part of me really believed what I was saying.

"But that's the thing... Would we?" she asked with a serious look on her face. I swallowed hard.


That night I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. My mind wouldn't stop flitting through thoughts at random, keeping me from being able to relax. I was partially afraid that as soon as I fell asleep, I'd be terrorized by memories from my past, and being tortured in the Psych Ward. I kept trying to tell myself that Freddy wouldn't let that happen, though in reality I really didn't know what he would and wouldn't do...

Eventually, after a questionable amount of time, I made it to the land of the unconscious and found myself laying on a dirty bed in the same small dark room from my dreams the other night. I sat up and realized that I knew this place... My heart faltered as memories of Freddy taking me here as a little girl came back to me. With my pulse continuing to race, images of him laying me down on the bed and lifting my dress up flashed across my minds eye.

There was an abrupt cackle of laughter that quickly pulled me from my thoughts and caused me to jump in surprise just as Freddy emerged from the depths of the shadows. "Why'd you stop there?
he crooned. I was frozen as he slowly approached me and began to climb onto the bed... then onto me. I gasped involuntarily as he pinned me down with his weight. I tried to make sense of what he had asked, but I didn't understand. Why had I stopped where..? "Go on," Freddy said, to my confusion.

"What're you talking about?" I breathed. Freddy grinned.

"You were reminiscing," he replied, and my heart spasmed painfully. How the hell did he know that..?

"Wha-? But, how'd you-?" I faltered, and stopped short as he lowered his face toward mine.

"In case you forgot, this is my world, therefore we play by my rules," Freddy explained as he leaned in even closer until he was just an inch from my face. "I can hear your every thought, Alexis. I can read your mind." My stomach tightened into a knot and I suddenly felt ill. My thoughts weren't even safe in my dreams. Nothing was.

"That's right. In here, you're at my mercy," Freddy said as he reached up and grabbed my face with his burned hand before suddenly dragging his tongue along my cheek. It was a gross sensation, I couldn't help but squirm and writhe around beneath him. He laughed maliciously as he continued to hold me down against my will. "You're lucky that you're important to me," he said in a dangerous tone of voice before he tore off my pajama pants, leaving me vulnerable in my thin panties.

"What do you want from me?" I asked. Freddy growled angrily, causing me to flinch.

"You know what I want," he said in a rough voice. "I want you."

I gulped. "But... why?" I breathed.

"Don't be foolish. I know you remember... Perhaps you need a reenactment?" Freddy said with an evil grin, and before I could say or do anything, he had his hands on my thighs and quickly pulled me toward him so that my legs were on either side of his hips. He was between my legs and his crotch was pressed into mine.

"Uhn," a provocative sound escaped my lips on accident and I immediately turned red as Freddy smirked in response.

"I know you enjoy music," he said. "I know how it helped you cope with reality when you were younger." Freddy snapped his burned fingers together, and a song started up out of thin air with a fast guitar riff and the percussion of drums, as well as bells.

"Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn-"
the male vocalist repeated the last line of lyrics as Freddy brought his bladed hand to my upper leg and with an abrupt movement, he sliced a thin cut on the inside of my thigh causing me to hiss in pain.

"-I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you-"
There was a pause in vocals as the sound of a violin and guitar played, building in tempo. My heart was racing as Freddy lowered his face to the wound and licked along the length of the cut, reveling in the taste of my blood. A flashback hit me; images of him using his glove on me as a child in the same way.

"I was the one who taught you how to withstand the pain that your brother and his friends inflicted upon you on a daily basis," Freddy said.

"-Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn!

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love

I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you." There was a short violin solo 'til the song came to an end, and I was left laying there on my back with my mind reeling. It was coming back to me now, at least the memories I had spent coming here with Freddy where he would teach me how to be strong. I remembered that it was the only thing that kept me sane when my brother and his friends were hurting me. Eventually I had learned how to dis-attach myself just enough from the moment in order to endure the pain long enough to make it through it.

I found out that the less reaction I gave to my brother and his friends beatings, the less satisfied they were in the end, so they eventually grew bored and would leave me alone faster. The only downside had been the fact that they only left me alone for so long before they came up with new ways to inflict torture upon me. One of they're favorites was drowning me in the lake when my family went on vacation. They would drown me, resuscitate me, then drown me again only to resuscitate me once more.

I guess technically you could say that I had died several times as a child, but I couldn't remember anything about what I had experienced once my last breath had been taken. Perhaps I had seen something in my state of dying limbo, and my mind had just repressed it all due to how traumatizing it was to a little girl like myself..?

"And now you're not a little girl anymore. I can see that you've ripened quite nicely over the years. It's time for me to have a taste of your forbidden fruit, Alexis," Freddy said in a gravely voice that made me uneasy. My heart was panging hard in my chest as I processed what he meant by that.

"You can't..." I breathed. He smirked.

"Oh yes I can, and I will," he said. "You belong to me and you always will."

"No!" I shouted and fought against his weight to sit up.

Friday, DAY 7 - Dec. 5th

Freddy's cackle of laughter echoed in my head and I opened my eyes, suddenly awake and sitting bolt upright in my bed.


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