Seeing Beyond the Burns

by Fictionlover1194

Set after the fifth film. Alice has died and her friend Elizabeth is the only one left. Elizabeth is different from other kids her age. She doesn't judge people right away, she looks for what's on the inside. So that's what she did when she met Freddy Krueger. Note that this is tagged as a romance. If that isn't your thing, DON'T READ IT! Flames will be deleted.

10. Angry at Freddy

A/N: I don't own NOES. Just a heads up, pretty well all gonna be in her dreams from here. Also some time jumps, my muse is not being cooperative.

Elizabeth's POV:

I was in the boiler room, staring at Freddy. I did as he told me to and came back. I was too scared not too.

"I'm here. Now what?" I asked, frustrated. I wanted to forget him so badly, but the more I tried, the harder it got.

No answer, he just kept staring.

"You're the one who wanted me here. I'm trying to forget, to get over this. Whatever the Hell this is." I crossed my arms glaring at him.

He chuckled. "Mad at me Elizabeth?"

"You have no idea." I said through my teeth.

"Then show me." He said so low it was almost a whisper. It sounded like a dare, as if he wanted me to do something about it. But what?

"What?" My patience was wearing thin now.

"Show me your anger. Hurt me." It was almost a command. He ripped open his sweater to show me his burned chest.

I felt something on my hand. I looked down and there was the glove. I was angry and he told me to, so I slashed all four blades across his chest. The cuts healed quickly, but I felt that release all the same.

"How could you not feel that?" I asked. He hadn't even flinched.

"Abuse and a twisted mind make pain non-existent. Mind over matter." He gasped, his eyes widening. I don't think he meant to tell me that.

"So," I slowly ran one blade across his chest again. "Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Good, then we can both enjoy this." I started cutting into him like he was a piece of meat. I had so much pent up anger, at myself, at him. I just kept going, cutting everywhere I could. Eventually he fell on the ground and I pinned him there, continuing my assault on his body.

Finally tired and out of breath, I stopped. I leaned back on my heels and studied the blood on my glove and clothes. I was fascinated by it.

Freddy smirked. "Maybe we aren't so different after all."

Then I woke up, a small smile on my face. Maybe there was hope for us yet.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've had the worst writer's block ever. Please R&R!