** Hi, hi! Someone asked how you pronounce Gabe... no, not like Gabby... um...more like... uh... Gabe? Gay-buh... Okay, over exaggerated; but it works. Anyway; still own nothing 'cept what I own... which is almost nothing.
Soon, the boiler room would appear, she knew.
... But when it did, Ginny felt as if she hadn't been expecting it at all. A strong pang of terror hit her chest when she realized she was there again... Freddy Krueger's playground... the playground that haunted her ever time she closed her eyes.
And those gray marble eye, now, slowly traced over the place, waiting for the Nightmare King to jump out of no where and scare her to death... perhaps, to catch him before he caught her so it wouldn't be such a strong case on her heart... she had enough weight on her heart right now.
He is the Boogieman.
What a strange thought...
She wait, her eyes speeding up more as she looked over the area again and again, until they caught onto something green and red, passed it, then jerked back.
Yes... Freddy's Christmas sweater... and, of course, Freddy in his Christmas sweater. The Nightmare Man standing there, edging out of the darkness towards her, one clawed hand tapping the metal banister as he neared.
"Back again, Gabby pet?" he rasped; then chuckled low in his throat. "Did you enjoy our last visit? I know I did... it gave me some... valuable information."
"What did you do to me, Krueger?" Ginny accused, trying to keep her voice steady as she was – after all – standing up against a serial killer who may or may not have need for her.
"Do to you?" Freddy put on his mock innocent face, again. "Why, I didn't do anything to you."
"Yes you did!" she cried out... then realized, and stopped; bringing her voice back down. "You did do something to me! I'm getting off on hurting my friends, something is definitely wrong. with. me."
"I didn't do that to you," Freddy laughed. "You've always been like that, Gabe. It's always been inside of you... but, at a young age, you pushed it deep down where no one could ever see it, didn't you? You hated yourself for what you did and you needed to keep it away – away from yourself and from everybody else – so that you'd never do it again."
"Shut up!" she barked. "How do you know that?"
Freddy rolled his eyes. "I looked inside your head, remember. Everything is in there... even the stuff you don't want to or even can't remember."
Ginny clutched her hands into fists. "So? How did it come up again?"
"Because," Fred said, mysteriously. "... Because, for that short time I had my claw stuck in your head, we were one again..."
"What do you mean 'again'?"
"I mean exactly as I said," his voice was divine. "We were one again... just as we had been one, a long, long time ago... when I didn't even know we were one... when I died; I was supposed to be able to use you, be almighty like that... a full demon. But there was a time, even before Nancy, when I was at large... with you inside me; I would have been unstoppable, if I had known how to use you... until that little bitch Jeanie (Stalh; she was the first) took you away from me... she was a witch, Gabe. She stole you from me using her black magic before I even knew you existed... Satan told me about it, later... ever since then I've been tryna get you back... but I never even knew if you were real for sure. Satan likes to play cruel jokes like that."
Ginny was silent for a long, long time... just standing there, blinking, trying to comprehend this. "... So I am the One?"
Krueger nodded. "That you are, my piglet; that you are."
"So what does being the One mean? Will you tell me now, already?"
"Didn't I just make that obvious enough?"
Ginny cringed, as if hiding from his rage. "Run it by me again, please?"
Freddy sighed heavily. "'The One will come in human form into my playground and not be afraid. It was a part of me and shall be again; and once it is, I will be almighty.' See, Gabe, as the One... you are to be mine, you are to give me your power (which is, rightfully, mine) when the time is right and... well, basically, you'll be fulfilling your destiny, blah, blah, blah."
Ginny, suddenly, felt it hard to breathe... she didn't know how she felt about this... it was all so much.
I'm not even human... I'm a part of the serial murderer Freddy Krueger. That's it.
Or am I like a human shell? Just carrying the power to give to him? And then I'll have nothing more to do with the Nightmare King?
Ginny flopped down on the ground to sit, crossing her legs in front of her and starring at her pale hands.
Yes, that made a lot more sense... she was a human being, simply carrying the power for Krueger... and then, after she gives it to him, he'd leave her alone... or kill her, either way.
She wanted to get this done as soon as possible.
"Okay, then, why don't you just take it from me now?"
"Because I can't, yet!" Freddy thundered. "I have to wait until the time is right, didn't you hear me say that? If I could have; I would have taken the power from you the minute after I first saw ya!"
Ginny cringed again. She strongly disliked it when he yelled at her like that.
Silence, silence, silence... it held strong for a long, long, long time... Ginny just sat there, on the floor, thinking... while Freddy just stood there, resting against the banister, starring at her, containing his glee that he had the One right where he wanted her.
"Hey, Krueger," Ginny spoke up.
"Ff-rr-ee-dd-y."
"Whatever, HEY, remember that thing you did to Mei?"
"Huh?" Freddy's scarred features twisted in confusion.
"You know... the way you, uh..." Ginny didn't want to – no, she couldn't – say "killed".
"Oh, you mean how I gutted that one bitch?"
Ginny cringed her eyes shut tight. That was worse. That was way worse.
"Uhh... yeah... do me a favor, Fred?"
"Freddy."
"Freddy, whatever."
"Yeah?"
"... Don't ever do that again."
"No."
"To my friends?"
Krueger grunted. "Just to your friends?"
"... Okay."
"Alright." The Nightmare King reluctantly agreed.
Silence. Ginny looked up. Freddy was looking around, sniffing at the air like a dog smelling food. "What is it?"
"An Elm Street brat sleeps..." Freddy said, softly.
Ginny didn't say a word. The Night Stalker looked back at her. "Yeah, ah, would you excuse me for a minute?"
"Whatever..." Ginny sighed.
"Thanks." And Freddy disappeared.
Ginny wandered the halls of Krueger's playground.
The winding corridors, the twisted metal bars, the pipes and boilers which hissed with pleasure as she passed... hissed with hunger as Freddy killed, nourished by the blood of the youth that was no doubt suffering more then he had ever suffered in all his life. She crept around the thin places and bobbed down the metal stairs... exploring the boiler room; trying to learn its place over... just incase she'd ever need it.
After a while, she began to wonder when Freddy would return... but kept to herself and her wandering... when, all of the sudden, she turned a corner and hands grabbed her arms, the already blood stained claws digging into her wrists a couple inches below the elbows.
Ginny shrieked, quickly, and he let her go. She jerked around to meet the scarred up face of her Nightmare Man... The Dream Demon that forever haunted her.
"Miss me?" he cried, almost chipperly.
"Nope." She said, with a sly grin.
"Cold," Freddy groaned.
"It happens..." a pause. "So what about the poor kid?"
"Ah, some little boy," Krueger muttered, and then he grew in excitement over the kill. "I gut 'im like a fish... stuck my fuckin' claws right in his stomach and tickled the little bastard. You should have heard him scream. It was delicious!"
"Okay, okay!" Ginny declared, coughing. "God, Fred, don't make me puke."
"Freddy." He repeated for at least the millionth time.
Ginny sat down. Freddy sat down beside her. Ginny shot him a glare but then looked away. There was silence for a long, long time... then, Ginny's suspicions grew, and she looked back at Krueger.
He was grinning, wickedly, just starring at her.
"What?"
"Ginny pig, ginny pig, ginny pig." He chanted, tsk, tsk-fully.
Ginny paused. "Hey, Kru– Freddy, did you just grow a whole lot bigger, or is it just me?" She looked down, and then yelped in her high pitch little voice. "I'M A GINNY PIG!!!"
Freddy burst out in raging laughter that bounced off of the walls and the metal items, ringing, and came back to them.
Ginny looked down at the little paws with the fuzzy white fur around them. All together, she was less then half a foot tall, covered it fuzzy wuzzy patches of crisp white and carmel colored fur... little black eyes starring out at the world, four legs, a little hairless stub of a tail, buck teeth, and all. She became frantic.
"Change me back! Change me back!"
"No, I think I like you better now..."
"Freddy!"
"Okay, okay, quit your yappin'." He snapped his fingers and Ginny barely felt her flesh stretching as she became human again... but there was one little problem.
She yelped again and tried to cover herself up in her hands and such. Her voice sounded truly irritated. "... My clothes, Freddy..."
"Oh! Sorry." He snapped his fingers, again, smiling cockily to himself, and her clothes where back on.
"Sure you are," Ginny muttered. She stood up quickly. Her face was bright red with anger and embarrassment.
Freddy suddenly appeared hurt. "Why, Gabrielle..."
"Why, Fredrick." She mimicked dryly.
"Don't be such a bitch." Krueger hissed.
"You like to say 'bitch' a lot, don't you?"
"No, bitch."
There was a pause, and then, suddenly... Ginny laughed.
A queer smile twisted at the corner of Freddy's mouth as he watched. She was a rather amusing toy... and would be so until he could take his power back from her... then she was nothing.
... Right?