Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 13: A Demon's Advice
She was in Hell. Still alive, yet somehow made it to Hell just the same. Blake was brought inside at once and given a heavy dose of sedatives before being cleaned up and having her injuries seen to. A thorough search of her room was conducted, uncovering her little treasure trove of stolen loot. Her makeshift lock picks, leg sheath, and remaining wooden stakes were confiscated as well. The fate of Jason's body was unknown, but more then likely the poor beast was left where he fell to the mercy of the storm. Kaylie was taken back down into the basement, presumably to be stripped of all dignity and beaten. As for Hoyt, he and Thomas were still at odds with each other while Luda Mae was caught in the middle. He had stomped into Blake's room, complaining that the dog bites needed to be looked at, only to be met with a furious Thomas.
"Fuckin' Hell! What's the matter with ya, boy? We got yer trouble-makin' bitch back, ain't that enough?!" Hoyt questioned.
With a deep, guttural growl, Thomas mimicked what he knew Hoyt was doing to Blake, hoping that Mamma would understand and set things straight with his uncle. Luda Mae sighed in exasperation, having finished wrapping up the girl's ankle. In all honesty, she had had enough of their bickering.
"Hoyt, stop tryin' to rile Tommy up! Ya know how he gets," Luda Mae said, sternly, "And you, boy," she added, pointing at Thomas, "I'm sure it ain't whatcha think. It was dark, pourin', and yer uncle was tryin' ta catch Blake and bring 'er back to ya."
While she may have been trying to give an answer that might appease Thomas, if only for a little while, the elderly woman cast a glare to the phony sheriff, indicating that they'd be having a serious talk later when Thomas was otherwise occupied. Blake, meanwhile, stirred out of unconsciousness, just enough to partially hear and see what was going on. The slightest movement was all she needed to know that the shackles were once again securely locked in place. Barely, she stifled her cries, knowing where she was and what transpired. Once again, Blake was a prisoner of this deranged family.
"She let that cunt in the basement git out, not to mention she caned me with a fuckin' walkin' stick and stabbed me! The bitch ain't worth it, ever since Tommy got her, it's been messin' with his head. Face it, Blake ain't never gonna adjust! Just git rid of 'er, boy." Hoyt snorted, casting a glare at Blake, "Save us all some trouble."
When Blake could no longer hold in her tears, Thomas was first to rush to the girl's side, trying to soothe and calm her in any way that he could. He growled low in his throat when Hoyt tried to get close, indicating that his uncle had worn his welcome rather thin. Blake belonged to him, and he would not let Hoyt take her away! Luda Mae gently shushed the frightened girl, fluffing up her blankets before resting a hand on her forehead.
"Shhhh, hush now, child. It's alright, yer back home safe'n sound." she whispered, gently, before turning her attention back to Hoyt, "See what you done? Yer upsettin' her. This ain't good fer her if she's gonna have Tommy's baby!"
Blake wanted to speak out. Hell, she wanted to scream her lungs out, but with the sedative still coursing throughout her body, all the girl could do was mumble incoherently and attempt to point an accusatory finger at Hoyt.
"...Illed... 'im... He... killed... him... killed him... dead... want... him..."
"No, none of that, little one, ya need ta rest now." Luda Mae ordered, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand and putting it to Blake's lips, "We're gonna need ta keep a better eye on ya, can't have ya tryin' ta leave again. Too dangerous out there fer such a sweet thing like ya."
While Hoyt threw up his arms in defeat and stormed out, Blake tried to refuse the water Luda Mae was giving her. But she was far too weak, and with Thomas gently but firmly holding her still, it left the girl with little choice but to swallow most of it, with a little dribbling down her chin. There was a funny taste, causing Blake to gag, and before she knew it, everything around her was fading to black. The pain she felt began to dissipate once forced sleep fell upon her exhausted body.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mamma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mamma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..."
Unable to fight any longer, Blake surrendered to her captors. Sighing heavily, Luda Mae used her apron to dry Blake's shed tears and spilled water from her neck and chin, then kissed the girl on the cheek, "Ya take care of her Tommy, now, ya hear?" she firmly stated, gently stroking Blake's silky brown hair.
At once, Thomas nodded, cuddling up beside Blake. This caused his Mamma to smile softly and wish her sweet boy a good night, cupping his cheek with her hand. It had been a long, terrible night and they all just wanted to get back to sleep, though Luda Mae knew that she'd need to see to Hoyt first. Now that Blake and Thomas were settled back in, she left, closing and locking the door behind her.
TCM? NoES? TCM? NoES? TCM? NoES?
The night's events ran through Blake's head over and over again, each time bringing more torment as she was unable to wake from it. While in sleep, her body tensed and seized up, but her mind... now her mind was terribly active. Eventually, the dreams were no longer just flashes of images and sounds like a sped up movie. It was as though she were a spectator, watching herself scream and beg for Kaylie's and Jason's lives before Hoyt pulled the trigger.
Then the scenery changed, old wooden floors, the hum of coolers, it was the 'Last Chance' again! Blake watched the shadowy figures in that old convenience store fight before the other Blake in that dream passed out and a shotgun blast shredded her beloved father's chest.
For the first time since she started to have these dreams, Blake could make out a face.
'It WAS him... he's the one...'
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She knew Hoyt was a horrible excuse of a human being to begin with, but now realizing that he truly WAS the reason behind Tobias' murder, not to mention what he did to her dog, filled the young psychic with rage. Blake had never liked the sight of spilled blood. Never reveled in death. It was why she was going to study healing and medicine, to help those broken and bleeding. Yet she found herself thinking long and hard about blood, Hoyt's blood, covering her hands. What frightened Blake more then anything... the thought didn't scare her. In fact, she liked it! Thinking of all sorts of horrific ways to inflict pain on that wretched man. It made her feel good.
Suddenly, Blake let out a sharp, pained gasp and clutched at her racing heart. She panted heavily as she trembled, but the more Blake tried to suppress these visions, the more violent and bloody they became until the girl found herself in a much different place. Gone was the fresh, country air and nothing but fields and trees for miles. Instead, it was smokey, industrial, run down, and unbearably hot. Several steaming pipes lined the concrete walls and maze-like corridors. Grated catwalks that looked as though they'd snap under too much pressure swayed dangerously overhead. Everything within sight was bathed a deep, crimson hue.
Blake knew where she was, having been to this place once before. Only once, long ago when she was only fourteen years old.
"It's only a dream..." she whispered to herself, as she carried on.
Indeed, for in a dream, she wasn't injured. Blake could walk without any trouble. The old fashioned nightgown she had been dressed in by her captors morphed into an elegant white, halter top dress that left her back bare, showing her tattooed wings. With a mere thought, her wooden walking staff formed in her hand.
"But... maybe 'he' can help me..."
A part of her, that rational and logical part of her brain knew it was wrong. It told her to get the hell out of there and not look back. But the anger festering within, darkening her normally good and virtuous heart won her over. Blake explored a little more, finding old blood stains on the walls along with deep claw marks. In one of the boilers she passed by, smoldering in the embers behind the heavy grate were blackened bones from a multitude of jumbled up skeletons. Blake couldn't hold in her slight yelp of fear as when she turned around only to be greeted by two partially decomposed dog corpses hanging from their necks by chains hooked to the guardrails of the catwalk above. One still had patches of white fur, the other, black. Now Blake knew that 'he' was fully aware that she was there.
"Kane and Hodder," Blake gasped, quietly, as her initial fear turned into anger, "That loathsome, burnt faced fiend... I'm NOT afraid of you! Enough games. Come on out and show yourself!"
At her challenge, a deep, husky voice began to snarl angrily, echoing throughout the entire boiler room,
"What are YOU doing here?! Get the fuck out!"
The warning was followed by the painful screech of sharp steel against a hard, concrete wall. It hurt Blake's ears, causing her to wince. She could feel a terrible, dark presence approaching, growing closer and closer the longer she lingered. One that most would have fled before, yet Blake stayed, ready to face her nightmares and inner demons.
"I know you prefer little piggies, but how would you like a wild boar instead?"
As she scanned the boiler room for the fiend, Blake caught sight of a humanoid shadow up above on the catwalk, partially obscured by smoke. A light tapping, like someone drumming their fingers on the railing, could be heard, though it sounded as though it were metal on metal. When the smoke dispersed, the shadow had vanished with it... then Blake felt the unyielding urge to look behind her.
In a quick motion, she whipped around and raised her staff, catching the four blades attached to an old work glove that would have otherwise tore her flesh to ribbons. Now in the light, the owner of said bladed glove was clearly visible. Dirty brown pants, worn boots, and a torn up green and red striped sweater. Wherever the fiend's skin was visible, it was horrifically burned and scarred; whatever humanity had been there burnt away long ago. Finally, furious electric blue eyes glared at Blake from beneath the brim of a brown fedora. The dream demon of Elm Street, Freddy Krueger.
"Wait! I-I didn't come here to fight you..."
Growling low in his throat, Krueger tore his knife hand out of the wooden staff. While his initial reaction was to torment then kill those that aimlessly wandered into his lair, he could sense that the girl was telling the truth. After all, the dream demon and the psychic would have a rather difficult time lying to one another. But that didn't stop Blake's heart from pounding in her chest as she tried to keep herself calm. Fear was what the demon fed off of. But with any luck, given what Blake endured for the past two months, she'd be numb to even his devilish tricks.
"I thought we had an agreement, bitch! It's been hard on me, being a good boy for all that time. Then YOU come along, and spoil everything. If you didn't come here to fight me, then what the fuck do you want, hmmm?!" Freddy snarled, angrily, showing pointed, rotting fang-like teeth.
Blake hadn't really planned it out, honestly she thought that she'd have had to beat the demon into submission, "There's... ummmmm... I-I need your help."
Now Freddy's annoyance shifted into bemusement, mixed with a little disbelief, "You? Little miss Angel? You need MY help?" he scoffed, a sinister grin spreading across his face, "With what exactly?"
The demon could sense Blake's fears, the darkness swelling within her soul, pure, unbridled anger. When Blake's mismatched gaze met his own, he knew that he had seen that exact same look before, long, long ago. It was only a matter of time before the kitten became a lioness. Yet, these were the most unsure words to ever leave Blake's mouth.
"I w-want you to... to k-kill someone for me! T-that's what y-y-you enjoy, right?"
She trembled a little, knowing deep down in her soul that it was wrong. Evil. But was it really so bad to ask a horrible man to kill another that was just as heinous? Meanwhile, Freddy's eyes widened in surprise. Oh, he knew she was thinking it, but he never expected her to actually request it of him out loud. Slowly, Freddy began to circle the girl, flexing his claws in a threatening manner. Before long, Blake could sense his thoughts, mostly about the irony of the situation, for it was six years ago that HE had requested that she use her powers to help him... and Blake refused.
Freddy started to balk, then chuckle, and soon enough he was cackling hysterically, as though the psychic just told him the funniest joke it the world, "You... you need MY help? Oh... oh I see what it is. Awwwwww... is the poor wittle kitten mad that her big, bad, and mean Uncle Hoyt shot her sweet, sweet daddy and mangy mutt? Mad enough to send a big, nasty demon after him?" he questioned, his previously mocking tone becoming more sinister and serious with every word.
Before Blake could react, the demon was suddenly right behind her, holding a single metal talon to her throat. Involuntarily, the psychic let out a frightened yelp, feeling the disturbingly warm blade against her flesh and the slightest trickle of blood.
"Sounds... a lot like something that those robed assholes would do. You know, the same ones that worship me. The same ones you've been running away from all this time?" Freddy leaned in closer until he was whispering in Blake's ear, so close the girl could smell his putrid breath, "Amelia did it all the time. Like mother, like daughter. What... what was it you once told me?"
In the blink of an eye, Freddy was suddenly face to face with Blake, startling her enough to send the girl stumbling backwards to the floor with a scream, "Oh yes, heheh, you said, 'Freddy Krueger, I will not become the creature my mother was'. Well, look who's still a terrible liar!"
The demon's words cut far sharper then his blades ever could as the realization of what he just said hit Blake over the head like a ton of bricks. Blinded by anger and hatred, she... she had stooped to a low she promised herself she would never go to. The psychic sat there on the dirty floor for a minute, shaking in absolute shock and horror. This made her no better then Amelia Rake and that horrible woman's cult. As horrible as Hoyt was, this wasn't the way to handle the situation. It was wrong, evil, and cowardly. Freddy... he... he of all people, of all things... was right.
"Hmhmhmmmmm, are those feathers I see falling from those pretty wings of yours?" Freddy continued to taunt.
The fiend held aloft a single, white feather in his hand, which promptly burst into flames, leaving nothing but ash on the floor below. As he did so, Blake felt a sticky, viscus liquid coating her hands. Blood. In horror, she tried to wipe it off, but to no avail.
'A few minutes ago, you reveled it that thought. Don't be shy now, Blake!' the demon scoffed, crossing his arms.
"Y-you're... -gulp- ….y-you're right, Mr. Krueger... i-it would make me no better then my mother or her cult," Blake admitted, as she staggered to her feet, still trying to get the blood off of her hands, "I-I-It was w-wrong of me to come here and break o-our arrangement. Please... l-let me leave i-in peace a-and I swear i-it will never happen again."
Freddy quirked what was an eyebrow at one time, grinning quite sinisterly. Sure, Blake was quite sincere... for as long as it suited her, but the temptation to return on her own terms would be too great. The demon wanted to keep her around for his own uses, but perhaps a reminder not to commit her transgressions again was in order.
"Oh NOW it was a mistake for you to come here, eh? Well it's too fucking late for you, bitch! You're staying here until I DECIDE you get to leave!" he growled, flexing his claws against each other.
Sensing Krueger's deviant intentions, Blake turned and ran, struggling to find some way out of the nightmare she had freely wondered into, cursing herself for being such a little idiot. While she remembered the initial way she came in, the maze had since altered itself, leading to several dead ends or halls that led the girl right back to where she started.
"W-what have I done?!" Blake shuddered, as she leaned against a wall for support.
The air became suffocatingly thick and hazy, making breathing a struggle. Her movements began to slow, and before Blake could react, Freddy was shifting out of the wall, his form appearing as though it were made of solid concrete until he stepped all the way out. Laughing fiendishly, the demon lashed out with his claws, slicing off a lock of Blake's silky brown hair. Before the girl's staff collided with the side of Freddy's skull, it inexplicably vanished from her hands mid-swing. Naturally, this left Blake rather dumbfounded, that was until a burnt hand backhanded her against the wall.
She cried out in pain, holding onto the side of her head as Freddy stalked forward. The demon looked her up and down with a critical eye, tapping his blade against his chin, 'Her power... it's not what it used to be... on the surface, at least-' his thoughts ceased when he sensed Blake reading them, causing him to snarl low in his throat. The fire within her soul was little more then dying embers at this point, as if she were just... beginning to give up.
"There's... -cough, cough- n-not much m-more that you can d-do to me now, Krueger." Blake said, swallowing the painful lump forming in her throat.
"I can still fucking kill ya!" Freddy growled, raising his clawed hand.
He expected the girl to run or fight back, or to even try and use that one "trick" of hers, the one she wielded against him the day they met for the first time. But instead, Blake just stood there, mismatched eyes filled with tears, but locked with his own.
"Then why don't you?!" she shouted.
Freddy tilted his head in confusion, considering quite heavily taking her up on that offer, but something held him back. Slowly, he lowered his gloved hand, beckoning Blake to come forward. Numbly, the girl obliged, only out of curiosity.
"Where's the fun in that, now?" the demon scoffed, almost slithering behind her, "I've got a much better idea... just a little game. How about I just ask you a single question."
Puzzled, Blake glanced over her shoulder, "Whatever i-it is you're playing at, I'll -cough- find out!"
"No doubt about that, princess. BUT," Freddy held up a metal talon in emphasis, "You must answer me honestly. Humor me, and I'll let you wake up and we can forget this messy business ever happened."
Blake didn't need him to finish with his stipulations, as she had a pretty good idea of what the punishments would be if she didn't answer truthfully or refused to play in the first place. Giving in, the girl took in as deep of breath as she could, "Fine... what do you want to know?"
She cringed, feeling Krueger behind her again. The fiend took a deep whiff of her hair, then gave Blake a partial lick on the ear with his soot covered tongue, delighted by her terrified wince and accompanying whimper. Freddy already knew what he wanted to ask, and Blake felt her blood run cold before his question left his charred lips.
"Tell me, girl... when that... big, dumb, behemoth took your precious and sacred virginity from you by force... did you enjoy it?" the demon practically purred,"Even just a little?"
Yelping and squirming as though she were covered in crawling insects, Blake broke away from Freddy, giving him a reproachful and indignant glare. Quite frankly, THAT was none of his fucking business!
"Go to Hell, Krueger!"
"Been there several times already," the demon sighed, a hint of annoyance to his voice, "Now answer me, truthfully, Blake. Did you like it when he took you like a hound takes a bitch?! How his big, hardened cock felt in your tight little cunt as he pounded into your flesh, while dear Uncle Hoyt watched? Being powerless to do anything as Thomas claimed you, filled you with his essence and made you his?!"
Blake covered her ears, trying to cut off Freddy's voice, but it echoed just and clearly within her mind, over and over again until his demands were overlapping with each other, driving the girl to the brink of insanity. Finally, she couldn't take his filth any longer.
"No, no, fucking NO!" Blake screamed, her chest heaving in and out with each breath she took as her fists clenched, "It was humiliating, degrading... he-he raped me! Is that what you want to hear?! No... I did not enjoy it... happy now, you foul, loathsome, bastard?! There, I've played your game. Now, let me wake up!"
Shaking his head and grinning widely, Freddy simply wagged a clawed finger at the girl,
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I told you, Blake... you needed to answer me truthfully... naughty, naughty. Little Kitten, when are you going to learn that it's better for you to just never tell lies?"
Before she could even deny it, chains sprang up from out of the ground and clamped around Blake's wrists, then forced her to her knees. All around, the scenery began to shift in a dizzying array. What was once an industrial hellhole quickly transformed into a really old and decrepit living room, complete with partially broken floorboards, peeling wallpaper, a torn up couch, and a TV not too much unlike what the Hewitts had, save for the crack on the top corner. The wounds that afflicted Blake in the waking world reformed, here in the realm of dreams, and her white dress was replaced by the old fashioned nightgown.
The chain binding Blake was still firmly anchored in the floor, right in front of the old television set. But it was what was playing on it that nearly caused her to vomit. Flashing on the screen was... that night, when Hoyt coached Thomas on "how to fuck her", "what to do with a woman". There she was, bound, gagged, and naked, squirming helplessly with Thomas while he made his curious exploration of her soft, tender body. It made Blake sick, reliving those memories. Hearing her own muffled moans and squeals as she struggled, then ultimately submitted in the throws of pain and pleasure.
"Why? W-why are y-y-you doing this to me?" Blake asked, meekly.
When she looked over her shoulder, there was Freddy sitting comfortably on the couch, snickering as he watched, a bowl of popcorn at his side.
"Because I get off on your misery! Plus you're just far more interesting to me then any of those "pay-per-view" movies or internet porn!" Freddy scoffed, licking a mix of salt and butter off his blades before grabbing another handful of popcorn, "L-look atcha there! Ha! That's the face of someone who enjoyed themselves, someone who wants more... even if they wont admit it. Heheh... oh wow, who knew that big lug could get into that position?!"
Blake trembled violently, but said nothing. What could she even say that the demon didn't already know? Part of what disgusted her so much was the fact that she was beginning to fall for her captor. Care for him as more then just a friend despite everything. It wasn't his fault, as the poor brute didn't fully understand just what he was doing. There was a piece of her, however small... that... did enjoy the feeling he left in her that night. It was why she was so angry, angry to the point of punishing herself in a fit of confusion and rage. And the dream demon's words left a bitter sting in her still healing wounds.
"Finally admitting it to yourself, are ya? That you liked being fucked?" Freddy questioned, before gasping at his sudden epiphany, standing up with a wicked smile, "What if... your friend, the Hockey Puck, found out about this...? Oh, my, my, my..."
"No... NO!" Blake screamed, frantically shaking her head and yanking against her bonds, "L-leave h-him out of this!"
Laughing darkly, Freddy's form shifted, growing much taller and bulkier, wearing the familiar ragged old gray jacket and beat up hockey mask. In his right hand, instead of the clawed glove, was a machete, gleaming red from fresh blood.
"What would the ol' goalie think? When he finds out that sweet, innocent little girl he rescued from that bitch Amelia Rake and her lackeys has become nothing more then one of the filthy sluts he cleanses from his God forsaken lake?!" Freddy's voice boomed, from behind Jason's mask.
The Jason look-alike swung his blade, to where it should have sliced Blake's head clean off. Unable to tear her mismatched eyes away, the psychic just watched, waiting for the inevitable. But before the machete struck, Jason's form dissipated into wispy shadows which reformed into the demon behind Blake. He chuckled in amusement, listening to the girl's frightened sobs and watching her shake like a leaf.
"I-if... y-you're g-going t-to k-kill m-me... please... just g-get on with it..." she pleaded, taking in a shaky breath.
Freddy groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Blake wasn't getting it... or... was she simply in denial? Finally, taking in a deep sigh of his own, the dream demon knelt beside her.
"Oh, Blake... come now... It is a foolish hunter who drives his prey into extinction. Those robed retards that worship me may help sustain to sustain my power, the only reason I let them live, but they can't compete with a true Child of Elm Street."
Blake looked up, still trembling, hearing the fiend's thoughts, 'You're an endangered species, little one, and that big dope could end up being a huge help to me later on, even if he doesn't know it yet.'
What was once fear turned to anger. Blake's fists clenched as she struggled against the chains holding her in place. Had she not been bound, the girl probably would have dragged Freddy to the floor, pounding him to a pulp when she saw the extent of what was going on in his mind.
"No... don't you even THINK about it, Krueger! You're very brave when slaughtering children who can't fight back. Release me! THEN say that again! Think that again!" Blake seethed.
"Hmmmm... nah, I don't think so, besides, it gives you a damn good reason not to go back on our agreement again," the demon scoffed, wagging a claw in the air in a scolding manner, "It's better for me and everyone else -okay... just me, really- that you remain in your bound state. Perhaps it will teach you to pay attention to someone else's needs and not just your own selfish desires."
Sharp words from a demon's mouth, sharper still having once been her own spat at him. Blake hated admitting anything to him, but... he was right yet again. Thomas was only kind and gentle towards her, but Blake normally only called upon him when she was in some sort of trouble. When she could use him, just like everyone else in Thomas' life. Taking, but hardly ever giving. While she had made a good start with Thomas, they still had a lot of work to do. Every attempt she made to escape so far had failed, almost as if some greater power put her there in his life for a reason.
"T-thank you, Mr. Krueger... f-for your sound advice," Blake said, with a slight stammer, "B-but do know that I wont be in this bound state forever. I'll break free eventually, perhaps then WE'LL come and pay you a visit."
She let out a slight yelp, convulsing and shaking. Freddy groaned loudly, watching the walls and floorboards of his old house crack and gradually rip apart. Someone in the real world must have been attempting to wake the girl up! Blake could feel very large hands on her shoulders, and the pain coursing throughout her body began to get worse and worse as she was slowly being pulled from the realm of dreams.
"Come back uninvited... and I will consider it an open invitation to do as I please with you, or ANYONE else you actually care about, Blake. But until that day," Freddy leaned in uncomfortably close once more, taking in the girl's scent, noticing the slightest change, "Ahhhhh... Congratulations... bitch!"
Confused, Blake glared indignantly at the dream demon as he stood back up, vainly straightening his Fedora.
"C-congratulations? For what?" she spat.
"You're the psychic, Blake. How 'boutcha tell me! Ahahahahaaaaaaaa!" Freddy laughed, fiendishly, "But before ya go... a little... permanent reminder of our deal, just in case you forget."
In a lightning fast movement, the burnt demon flexed his claws before lunging at the frightened, bound girl. Blake screamed loudly, lowering her head with her hands raised up in surrender. Curling into a small, shivering ball was her only defense. There was Freddy's snarl, the spatter of warm, sticky blood... and then...
TCM? NoES? TCM? NoES? TCM? NoES?
Blake suddenly shot up in her bed with a pained gasp before screaming loudly. Unaware of if she were still locked in the nightmare or not, she thrashed around violently, messing up her bed covers and causing the chains shackled to her wrists to rattle loudly. The wounds already on her body throbbed in agony while a freezing sweat broke out all over it. However, before she threw herself out of bed, accidentally or otherwise, two strong arms wrapped around Blake's small frame, holding her close even as she continued to struggle and scream. A large hand, firmly but gently, covered her mouth, letting go once she settled down.
'Pretty Blake safe. Just bad dream, try to wake pretty Blake up, but not wake.' Thomas grunted, mentally, 'Tommy happy Pretty Blake safe. Love nice Blake.'
Realizing where she was, back in her's and Thomas' bedroom, Blake broke down crying. The girl rolled over, so that she was facing him, clutching tightly to the massive man's shoulder. Blake felt so ashamed of herself for what she had done, almost did, how close she became to becoming the monster she feared. Yet... this didn't change the fact that she was wounded, nearly raped, humiliated, and had lost a loyal friend.
"T-thank y-you... Tommy." Blake sobbed, burying her face against the crook of his neck, "F-for b-being t-there f-for m-me... i-is Hoyt-?"
She stopped when Thomas grunted in his throat. The brute wanted nothing to do with his Uncle right now. Instead, he focused on doing his best to soothe the upset little female in his arms. However, he took notice that Blake was looking paler then usual, then felt something warm and wet seeping into his clothing, far too much to be the poor girl's tears alone. It had the thick, coppery scent of blood. Alarmed, Thomas checked Blake over, feeling for any potential injuries. When he took hold of her wrists, Blake yelped in pain, trying to pull away, only to find that they hurt even more. Gulping, she turned them over, eyes widening in horror.
"O-oh... m-my G-god..." Blake stammered, taking in deep heaving breaths.
The skin on her wrists had been sliced open and they bleed profusely. On her, on Thomas, on the bed, everywhere. Thomas pushed the shackles as high up on her arms as they would go, as to see the extent of the damage. His deep, brown eyes widened in fear, 'Why?! Why pretty Blake hurt herself?!' he begged, as tears rolled down his hidden cheeks.
"I-it wasn't m-me... I-I didn't... do this, I swear t-to y-y-you... I DIDN'T DO THIS!"
Blake screamed again, tears streaming down her face as Thomas tore off his own shirt to wrap it around the wounds. Frantically, he searched for any sort of hidden blade she might have managed to hide, but... his family made sure there was nothing for the girl to use. No knives, razors, or sharp bits of wood or wire. It was as if... they suddenly appeared out of no where.
"He did this to me... h-he d-did t-this t-to me..." Blake sobbed.
Her vision began to waver and blur, causing her to lean heavily against Thomas. Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, probably curious family members that heard the commotion. Luda Mae quickly unlocked the door and gasped, seeing the large amount of blood staining the sheets, Thomas, and Blake. She hurried in, taking a closer look as the bloody shirt wrapped around the girl's wrists.
"O-oh merciful heavens, child! Y-ya didn't... y-ya c-couldn't have-?" she gasped.
"I-it... wasn't... me..." Blake cried out.
She continued to deny it, even once her wounds were cleaned, stitched, and bandaged. When the sheets were changed and she was redressed in a fresh nightgown. But they didn't believe her. When Blake was put back to bed, Thomas took her chain slack and padlocked it to the anchor still attached to the headboard, forcing her arms up over her head so that she would lay prone, unable to harm herself further. Sadly, he gazed down at the frightened girl, wiping her tears away.
"P-please... p-please d-don't d-do this, Thomas... i-it w-wasn't me."
Blake wriggled and squirmed, but she tired quickly and knew it was of no use. She tread on 'his' territory, and this time she was punished for it. Humiliation as payment for his advice. Somewhere in the realm of dreams, the ugly burnt-faced demon was probably laughing at her misfortune right at this very minute.
'Maybe I deserve this...' she whispered to herself.
Thomas was quite distraught and upset, he didn't want to do this to his sweet girl. He had always been good to her, and for the life of him he couldn't understand why Blake would do this to herself. But, she couldn't have. She had nothing sharp to use! The cuts were clean, neat, with surgical precision. Maybe someone else hurt her? But... until he learned the truth, if ever, Blake would need to be monitored very closely.
"It's fer her own safety, Tommy. Jus' fer now, okay boy?" Luda Mae said, just to reassure her distraught son, before she ran her hand through Blake's silky hair, "You poor sweet child... we're gonna have ta take better care ofya. Don't know what my boy would do if-if he lost ya."
Before leaving, Luda Mae dabbed her eyes dry with her apron. Now that the mess was cleaned up and Blake was safe and sound, Thomas cuddled up next to her, making sure she was as comfortable as her confines allowed. He would not allow Blake to punish herself like she had done before. She would rest and heal in good time, under his careful watch. However, the brute couldn't help but notice that a small chunk of her hair had been cut off, cleanly, just like the cuts on her wrists. Yet, when Mamma changed the sheets, they didn't see any hair, or a blade for that matter.
Shaking off these strange thoughts, Thomas' settled in, resting his hand on her stomach, rubbing it ever so softly. Blake flinched, trying to pull away but found herself unable to do so, due to her current situation. But... there was something that just felt... different. She could feel it, and perhaps Thomas felt it too.
'No... no... he was lying! He's a demon, that's what they do. It's not true... not true... not real... i-it can't b-be real... please, please n-no...' Blake pleaded, before crying herself to sleep.
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: This was a rather fun and unique chapter to work with. (It was just sheer, dumb luck that it ended up being lucky number 13!) Blake is originally from Elm Street after all, and while put into a forced sleep, blinded by anger and hatred, she stumbled into none other then Freddy Krueger's lair. However, instead of leaving at once, she seeks out the demon in the hopes that he'd assist her in getting revenge on Hoyt.
Mostly, I enjoyed playing with the notion that for as gentle, pure, and kind-hearted as Blake is, she still has the capability of slipping down the slope of her mother's evil. She nearly became the monster Amelia was, but once she realized it, it was too late. You don't wake up until Freddy let's you... for you're in his world now!
Also, seems to me that since Freddy's power seems to be tied to the bloodlines of the original Elm Street brats, it would make sense that he'd want to leave a few of them alive, thus giving himself something more to feed off of. And a psychic like Blake could potentially be VERY useful to him. As usual, ol' "Pizza Face" is a blast to write, so charismatic, charming, yet repulsive all at the same time. Such an ass! Always cruel and sadistic, and there's little you can hide from him!
And even Thomas... after Blake wakes up and he's trying to figure out how those wounds got there, he knows something strange is going on. Maybe later on, Freddy might pay him a little visit. What do you think? Yay? Nay? Overall, I had a LOT of fun with this chapter, exploring Blake's dark, vengeful side and guilty desires.
Foreshadowing, maybe? I'll let you decide. As usual, reviews are like my coffee. I'd really like to know what you guys thought of this chapter.
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.