** Woe is me, woe is me, I don't own Freddy or Elm Street but I do own Ginny... Kris and TJ and Saphy; all based upon real-life friends, halfly, and halfly from my mind... Now read my story, of this kind.
(Note: I got the idea for the claw/temple/brain thingy from a scene in Freddy VS Jason... continue not to sue me, please.)
Ginny's eyes fluttered over the scenery like two little gray butterflies.
She stood on the porch to a cabin-like building... made of strong, sturdy wood... clean and beautiful. It stretched all the way along the outside wall. Behind her; the interior to the cabin... in front of her... snow... crisp, white snow... so much of it... little trees with long, vine-like branches that reach all the way too the ground... with little pockets of snow caught on the leaves that had been too slow to fall and remained frozen solid to it's body... snow, dipping along it's beautiful form.... a jagged walk way, or so it seemed, inbetween them... and, past them... far past them, at the end of the yard... real woods stretched out as far as the human eyes could see... lush, dark green, dripping with snow.
"Home..." she breathed. "... I'm home."
She exhaled long, her heated breath creating a little white cloud in the cold winter air... Home... this was her home! This was where she had lived, before the accident, with her family, her parents and brother. This was their back porch... it was the back porch; but they always used it as if it was the front and visa versa because it was so much bigger... it had a roof to it, and four wooden pillars that connected it to the porch on the sides with wooden bars (short of) toped by a wooden banister and lining around the whole thing... y'know... except where the steps were... there were two more pillars on each side there... and there were only three little steps to the ground... snow cloaked the bottom one.
This was home... this was her home.
She stood still, breathing through her mouth... the little white clouds appearing and disappearing with each passing breath... she couldn't believe it... it couldn't be real... could it? Her question was seconds away from being answered.
Suddenly, she felt it... it began on her back, inbetween her shoulder blades, about half an inch lower then where they began... something cold as death, slightly curved, pointed at the end... it touched her back, over the fabric of her shirt, and then began to trace down it... not cutting... but still touching.
She shivered, but something held her in place... not hands... but her muscles... they didn't move... they wouldn't move... until the thing against the back of her shirt neared the base of her spine... then, she jerked away so suddenly it felt foreign to not have it touching her.
She stumbled forwards, struggled to jerk around, succeeded, and backed up until she stumbled against the banister.
Her heart caught in her throat... one of her feet slipped on the cold floor boards and she almost fell, but caught herself. It couldn't be... but it was... it was Fred Kruger... back again.
"Gabe!" said Freddy. "Forgive me, yet?"
She fidgeted, pulled her sleeves down from her elbows to her hands where they should be, and tried to find the right words... she wanted to say 'fuck you' but something inside her wouldn't allow it... something inside her told her to wait... something inside her... told her she had forgiven him.
"You're back?" she said – finally – instead.
"Disappointed?"
"No, I can't say I am..." Then, she added, quickly: "... God only knows why."
That same sick grin grew on his face... the one that seemed as if he had some retched homicidal plan up his sleeve...
Freddy the Homicidal Maniac... I wonder if that comic would sell as well? You could always smack the title of a true story on it!
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, cautiously, in a low voice.
"Of course," she flinched. "... not."
"W-why now? You killed Mei?"
"Mei?" he arched a burn-scared brow. "... Oh! Yeah. The four-eyes, right? Well, Gabe, that was because she was a useless little bitch... not like you. You have a purpose... or so I'm told. See, that's really why I brought you in here tonight... it's really important that I find out if you are the One."
"The One?"
"Yes."
"And if I am?"
"I really wouldn't think that far ahead, if I was you... because if you're not the One, my little Archangel, then... well... you're as good as dead."
Ginny relaxed a little... only a little. "So you're not sure... if I'm the one you're looking for?"
Freddy began to advance towards her... Ginny's first impulse was to cringe her eyes shut tight... though, a split second after doing that, she opened them up as much as the cringey impulse would allow.
"No," he said, finally, when he stopped right in front of her. "Satan wasn't exactly that specific when she gave me your description... she basically just said the One would come in human form into my dream world and not be afraid."
Ginny hesitated. "... B-but I am afraid."
"You weren't when you first entered my playground," Freddy seemed to both enjoy and dislike her fear, at the same time... as if it was both an advantage and a dis'.
Ginny paused. Should she trust him? Her heart was telling her 'yes' but her head was screaming at her 'no'... she waited. "What does being the One mean? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"You'll understand," Kruger seemed to be growing irritable. "If you are the One... I ain't gonna waste my time explaining it you, if you're not, when I could much rather be ripping out your intestines."
"Okay, okay!" Ginny's voice raised at least three scales... she swallow hard and forced it lower back down to normal pitch. "Okay... so what do I have to do? How do you check me?"
Freddy just looked at her for a moment. "Just don't move."
He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her close to him. The gesture shocked her but she did as the serial killer told her to do and stayed as still as she could.
With his other arm, he raised his clawed hand... curling all the knifey fingers except the index into a fist he raised just the one claw and pressed it against her temple.
"This'll probably hurt a lot." It appeared to be a warning, but sounded more like he fully took pleasure in the thought... then he pressed the tip of his claw through the skin.
Ginny cried out, weakly, and shut her eyes as tight as they would go. The pain was a rush... it had caught her off guard; even after his warning. He imbedded his claw deeper into her temple, ignoring her whines... slipping... it slipped through the flesh so easily, like a hot knife through butter... through the skin, into her brains (the two temples are, on the sides of your head, the only places where your brain is not protected by bone).
Freddy closed his eyes. Deeper; the one claw pressed deeper into her head until it was all the way in. Ginny gripped hand fulls of his dirty old sweater in her fists... she didn't know what else to do... no one had ever pried into her brain before.
He could see her mind now... everything inside her... anything about her... it was all at access to him.
... But Ginny didn't know that. It felt like lightning bolts passing through her head into his clawed hand over and over again in a steady current of her life's information.
Suddenly, after what seemed like forever, Freddy pulled away... Ginny slumped back, feeling unable to stand on her own, against the pillar that stood right next to the one side of the step's opening.
Freddy, too, stumbled back a couple of steps. He kept the claw that had previously been in her head out. It had no blood on it. There was no wound on Ginny's temple... just the memories... just the pain.
When Freddy finally caught his balance, close to the wall of the house a crossed from her, his eyes couldn't be seen from beneath his bowed fedora but she could tell he was starring at his claw... they remained like that for a long, long time... before Freddy finally looked back up at her... he looked slightly shocked and a little confused... as if he couldn't believe... couldn't believe what was inside her.
Flash! The dream was suddenly ended.
Ginny's eye bolted open. She had slept so deep she hadn't even rolled over or really even moved... she was still laying face down on her bed, her head turned towards the opposite bunk, the only thing that was different was, at some point, her arms had moved up to hug her (Invader ZIM's) GIR in robot-form plush.
The ceiling light was on.
Her gray marble eyes darted around; searching for what had woken her up so... they quickly landed on Saphy, who stood in the center of the room, one arm stretched out over her head and holding the string to the ceiling lamp, the other one curled at her side with the portable phone in her hand.
"Oh, I," Saphy stuttered, then stopped and shook her head, and then spoke again. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I couldn't see if you were even in this room and I... it's only eight O'clock and... you have a phone call."
With that; she shoved the portable phone at Ginny... she hesitated, a little disturbed by Saphy's manner, but did except.
"I'm sorry," Saphy repeated, hurrying out of the room. "I'm sorry."
Hmm... nice to see you're in a chipper mood this eve.
Ginny look down at the phone clutched in her hand, eased back into her pillow, and then brought it to her face. "Hello?"
Silence... Ginny waited. No one said a word.
"Hello, anybody there?"
... Still nothing.
"Listen, if you don't answer me I'm going to hang up!" her voice held the slightly hint of her tension.
"Hel–"
"Ginny?" the voice on the other end said softly... to soft; she couldn't identify the caller.
"Yeah, who is this?"
"Kris..."
"Yeah; what do you want?"
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah..."
"About Krueger?"
"Um..." Ginny hated admitting anything about her nightly visitor... especially after what happened to Mei... but she couldn't lie to Kris; he was trying to help her. "Yes, actually–"
"Me, too." Kris interrupted.
"What?" Ginny shot straight up in bed. "Just now? That's impossible–"
"No, not just now!" Kris interrupted again. He voice rose, a little... and lowered again as he continued. "Earlier today... I was... I was, like... in this... boiler room... and then... I heard these scratching... like nails against chalkboard... only worse... and then, he appeared... and..."
"Kris," Ginny's voice held as much seriousness as possible. "If you're lying to me, tell me right now because this is not a laughing matter."
"I'm not, Ginny, I swear to God!"
Ginny flipped herself around until her back was resting against the wall. "... So now we're in this together?"
Kris paused, for a long moment. Just as she opened her mouth to ask if he was still there: "... Yeah, I guess we are."
Ginny thought for a moment, starring upward into space. "Okay... do you know a place here in town where we can chill in total private?"
Kris seemed to think, too, for a minute. "Yeah, I know a perfect place."
"Okay, where is it?"
"I'll take you there... and meet you in front of your house at exactly 3:30 tomorrow?"
"Alright."
"Okay."
Kris's line went dead. He must have hung up. Ginny pressed the 'off' button on her phone and then dropped it, allowing it to fall against the soft mattress... still starring out into space... deep in nowhere.
Freddy continued to watch her.
He store at her like she was an alien... a total stranger he'd never seen before in his life... like everything had changed... he was stunned... and then; she faded away very quickly... much quicker then usually... which meant that she had been woken up very suddenly by some outside force Freddy didn't have access to... yet.
Freddy just store at the spot where Ginny had been... where that thing had been standing... she was the One.
She was the One... the One he had been waiting for... waiting for so very, very long... the One that Satan had told him about... the One with the power... the One with the power to destroy his soul for eternity... or to make him almighty.
It was her... there was no doubt about it. He had seen it in her... seen the power... the extreme superiority... it was her. She had finally come... the One had finally come into being... he couldn't believe it! She was even stronger – better – then Satan had told him she – it – would be...
He found it hard to believe that something with such immense power wouldn't know about what was within them self... was she holding out on him? Playing a game? Waiting until his guard was down before she could attack and destroy?
No... she couldn't have been.
He knew fear. He was the master of fear... and he knew that her fear was genuine... not any sort of an act.
So that was it, huh? The stumbling, terrified, sissy little girl that had – just seconds ago – been standing before him was the One? The One with all the power? The One that was to be feared so much?
Suddenly, hundred of no aspects filled his mind... she was too powerful; he'd have to destroy her. It was too much of a risk to leave her alive... but he wanted that power... he wanted it so much... it was made for him; he deserved it... so he could keep her alive, just until she was ready to be harvested... he'd have to protect her... if any goody-two-shoes human brat figured out about her... they'd surely decide to kill her... they'd never risk it; not just to get rid of him... not if it meant she could be turned towards him to give him the power inside her... and he'd have to educate her about her power... though, only on his side... he couldn't have her figuring out about the other possibility... that she could destroy him just as easily if not easier then she could help him...
He'd have to be very careful with her, if he was going to keep her alive...
Ah, Hell!, he thought; I've had a good run... I've killed dozens of Elm Street brats... it's worth a try. I'll keep the little piglet alive... And I'll make her mine!
A smile began to twist at the corners of his mouth... he suddenly realized that he was still watching his blade and slashes it away through thin air and back to his side... then watched the snowy scenery fade away until he was back in his boiler ro—I mean, his playground.
This was going to be so much fun!