** MEOW! Okay... I don't own Freddy or nothing like that... I do own Ginny, I do, I do... I've never seen the NoES with Katherine in it (I've only taken my info from other's Fan Fictions) so if this isn't so accurate; cut me some, slack, okay, I'm not made out of money!
Ginny sat on her bed, with her long, pale white legs thrown over the side, the small fibers of the carpet tickling her toes. It was dark... there was only a sliver of a moon in the sky and it didn't offer too much of its brilliant blue light to the room... Ginny looked like a black shadow with little chunks of blue-colored real-girl shining through, somehow, in places.
Her gray marble eyes were more glassy then usual and seemed to reflect the light more then anything else in the whole bedroom. She could hear Saphy's low breathing and TJ's soft snoring in the bunk next to hers... they were so tranquil... even through the death of so many people; they remained unaffected... perhaps that was because they had never met Freddy.
Freddy... she closed her eyes. She wanted to see him... she needed to see him... the Nightmare Man... she didn't know why... she had her answers... she had all the answers she was going to get... but she couldn't make up her mind.
Was she mad at him? She knew she should be... and she knew she sure as fuck wasn't happy with him... but she wasn't quite mad at him, either.
And she hadn't decided... about what Jeanie had told her... that she could destroy Freddy... instead of making him almighty... she didn't know what she wanted to do... they each had there ups and downs... she was afraid... afraid that if she destroyed Freddy; she'd destroy herself, too... because she was a part of Freddy, after all... even Jeanie didn't deny that... but if she made him almighty... what cause would he have to not destroy her? And what cause would he have to not go on a rampage through all of her friends, as well? He would be unstoppable... invincible... like the Devil himself.
She shook her head; a candy blue streak of hair getting stuck on the pale hairs of one of her thin eye brows. So many questions... she didn't have the answers... she wished someone could make the decision for her... but no one could... it was her power... and no matter what; she would have to decide.
She frowned off into the darkness. She couldn't tell how long it had been... since the night with Saphy... it could have been a few days... it could have been a month... she didn't know... time was always slipping away from her; like water through one's fingers. You could never tell until it was dramatically changed and even then you could never stop it... over time; she had returned to the dream realm of Freddy's... many, many times... they were almost like... like friends! It was weird as Hell...
I have to see him, she thought again... though it was more like she decided this time. But why? Why did she have to see him? What, deep inside her mind, did she need to say to the Night Stalker?
"1, 2, Freddy's coming for you..." she'd whispered out loud. She stopped... the old rhyme... a mild song... she'd heard the girls singing it... the little girls all dressed in white... always playing jump rope... who were they? "... 3, 4, better lock you door..." and why was she singing it now? "... 5, 6, grab your crucifix... 7, 8, gonna stay up late... 9, 10, never sleep again..."
Ginny paused, again... listening to the silence... and it was a much longer pause then before, inbetween each line... at least twice as long... probably more... before she let out a long breath... and then: "9, 10, he's back again... and again and again and again."
She sighed a hefty sigh and shoved herself off of the bed to her feet. She couldn't just sleep... she needed the pills. She stretched out her back, quickly, then strode slowly a crossed the floor to the closet, her night clothes (consisting of a worn gray "Springwood High" T-shirt so big it hung to her mid-thighs) barely making a noise as she moved.
She was able to dig her pills out of the jewelry box in the closet pretty fast... the other girls were in deep sleep; they'd never notice the soft chimes of the box as the little plastic ballerina twirls and twirls because of the open lid.
Quickly; she swallowed down two pills and shoved everything back into place. She shot a sharp glance back and the room and watched to see if anyone was secretly awake and had seen her... no one... nothing stirred. She hurried back to bed and got under the covers...
Time to sleep... time to return to the world where Nightmares are all that is real.
Fred Krueger... the Springwood Slasher in life: killing more then twenty kids in various brutal ways... and the Nightmare King in death: killing hundreds! Hundreds of people in any way he saw fit.
He had only ever had one weakness... ever... and that was his daughter... his sweet baby girl Katherine. He loved his daughter... always... even now; though he'd never admit it. After they took Katherine away; they turned her against him... they warped her fragile mind into believe he was some horrible thing... but he'd tried to win her back... he'd even tried to get her to join him... but she wouldn't... she'd chosen their side over his... and betrayed him most totally.
He snarled; bitter memories. He'd hated them more then anyone ever before for that... he could never forgive them... he could never forgive man kind... from that time on, after they'd taken away his baby girl so horribly, he swore he would never trust anyone again... and certainly not love anyone... Gak! Love made him sick... literally. He swore, then, that he'd never even have so much as a friend... ever, ever again.
With the smell of burning flesh and leather he realized he was gripping a hot pipe very tightly in his powerful hands... he hadn't felt the pain. He let go, bringing it away from the pipe and to his side.
He missed her... he missed Katharine.
This girl – Gabrielle – she reminded him of Katherine. Of course, he hated her for it... even more then he hated her anyway... but it also made it difficult to hate her... because he could never hate Katherine.
I mean; it's not like they look alike or sound alike or even act alike! It was just... something about them... the small, mild girls... who always looked up at him with wide eyes... almost in awe... with Gabrielle; it was fear... where as, with Katherine; it was admiration... until they changed her, that is, of course... But the girls; they always seemed to come to him with all the questions expecting all the answers... they were alike, somehow, and yet; two completely different people.
... And because of this... he felt befriended towards Gabrielle.
His snarl grew wide and disgusted. A friend, of all things! It almost made him want to run her through right then and there... almost. He still needed her power... friend or no friend... and how horrible it felt to have one... and how did it happen? How did the little whore nuzzle her way into his warped and black heart? It seemed impossible... to him as well as to everyone else.
A friend, could you imagine?!
In a rage, he slammed his claws into a large thing of metal he didn't care to examin what it was... it made a horrible crunching and clanking noise – as sharp as broken glass – and then hot steam began to pour out around his deadly claws.
He stopped, suddenly – his senses kicking in – and just allowed his claws to slip out slowly on their own... he could feel it... in the air... the unsettledness...
She was here.
Ginny arched a brow, standing plainly down the corridor from him.
"How long have you been then?" Freddy grumbled.
"About 3.2 seconds." Ginny replied, sharply. "Now, why, exactly, did you decide that the big fat pipe had to die?"
Krueger, realizing how odd he must look, pulled his clawed hand back rather violently and straightened up, quickly returning to the look of his typical manic bastard self.
Ginny's thin strawberry blonde brows lowered again. She crossed her arms over her chest, insecurely, and tried not to fidget. "We need to talk..."
Freddy's scarred and hairless brows rose at this. "Talk?" had she not had the power to destroy him at any given moment talking would never have been something he'd even thought of doing with a teenage girl in the middle of the night.
She nodded.
That catty old smile came on to Freddy's face... the same twisted smile he always gets before he does something... and, suddenly, a long bench-like chair – just like the one they use in psychiatrists offices, actually – appeared right under her and she was situated carefully on it, her hands folded on her chest, her legs outstretched and side-by-side.
She looked to her left, and there was Freddy, sitting in a fine, polished, dark wooden chair with comfy green cushions to it... it looked expensive... maybe even antique. He removed his dirty old dark brown fedora and set it on a little dark wooden table that appeared out of no where right beside the head of the couch Ginny was on... a tall lamp with a bright light shining right in her face was beside her on her right and, suddenly, they was in a room that looked a whole lot like a rich man's study... or a psychiatrists office. Either one...
She cringed in the bright light and swapped the thing that held the bulb hard. It swung around until it was forced to a halt by its stand... facing away from her, of course.
"So what's on your mind, Gabby pet?" Freddy propped his elbow on the side of the head of the couch and rested his own head in he hand. The other hand began tapping on her stomach... over and over again... the blade came up and down, up and down, tapping her soft tummy... she kept expecting them to slice through... to reach into her and pull out her guts... but each and every time the knives came right back up without a drop of blood on them... he shirt just as it was before he touched it.
"I-I," she stuttered, and then shook her head as if to clear it, wishing he'd stop doing that. "You know, back amongst the living, I'm getting blamed for everything you do!"
Suddenly, she felt bitter anger stabbing at her throat. She tried to swallow it down... she hadn't known she was angry for sure until that very moment.
"What'cha mean?" Freddy snorted, watching his claws dance.
"Everything... all your murders! Saphy found out about... about the accident–"
Freddy's laugh interrupted her. "That was no accident, Gabe!" he howled.
Ginny glared at him, but forced it out of her mind. She couldn't think about that now... she knew if she thought about it she'd cry... she'd never allow herself to cry in front of him. "Whatever; she found out about it, whatever it was, and now she thinks I did everything! Mei, Donovan, any other small child you've decided to not tell me about... she thinks I killed them! Every last one of them... and I think she told TJ... because I think TJ thinks the exact same thing... they both think I did it."
Freddy's face suddenly grew in interest – like a dog that sees it's owner has it's favorite toy – as he spoke eagerly. "You want me to take 'er out?"
"Take her about?" Ginny arched her head to one side, her strawberry and blue striped hair curling under her head.
Freddy rolled his eyes, irritated by her lack of slang knowledge. "Kill her, Gabe, kill her..."
"Hell No!" Ginny cried, before she realized she'd done it.
"You sure?" Freddy looked disappointed.
"Yes, I'm sure." Ginny growled through clenched teeth.
Freddy felt his own homicidal rage rise in his chest... he wanted to rip someone to pieces... he thought of exactly what he wanted... there was this pretty blonde teenager on the corner of Elm – Hillary – he wanted her... wanted to rape her and then disfigure her pretty face... until she's uglier then shit... then he'd watch her bleed to death from that face she was always so vein of.
He was brought back to life most suddenly... as Ginny moved on the little shrink's couch, forcing herself to sit up but leaving her legs out stretched... he felt his drooped claws dragging against her T-shirt and then inbetween her legs. He forced out dirty thoughts, at that point.
"... I know you lied to me." She said after a long pause of silence.
"Huh?" he grunted.
"I know you lied to me." Ginny repeated. "About what I am... and what I'm for..."
She watched him, her gray marble eyes as solid as stone... and as lifeless as a couple, too. How was he going to react? Was he going to kill her? She didn't know... but she had to tell him... she had to be frank with him... or she knew she'd die simply of bottled thoughts.
He seemed to stall for a long time... as if what she'd said didn't quite sink in... and then, all at once, he seemed to understand. His eyes grew wide, very wide... and he looked her straight in the face... something malicious crawling around inside his head... his mouth was open slightly and she could see his awful purple tongue beyond the rows of yellow, rotten teeth.
"So you do, ah?" his guttural voice was a low hiss. "You know everything now? Who told you? How'd you figure it out, Gabrielle? Do tell..."
She knew she was stepping on dangerous ground... but she didn't care. "Jeanie told me..."
"What?" he thundered. She cringed her eyes shut tight and felt fear flood in to replace her anger in a big old hurry.
"Jeanie Stalh! The witch who took me away from you!" Her voice was a far higher pitch them she'd meant for it to be.
Krueger snarled. Ginny could almost feel the anger wafting off of him like heat.
He's going to hurt me, was all she could think; He's going to hurt me, he's going to hurt me, he's going to hurt me bad...
"So now you know," his voice was so full of hate... it scared her more then he had ever scared her before. "And what are you gonna do about it? You gonna destroy me just like Jeanie said? Fuck me over just like Katherine–"
He stopped... silent... then jerked to stand up... sending his chair flying against the railing. The couch disappeared from under Ginny (as did the rest of the spiffy officer) and she feel to the metal ground with a slight "oof".
"Who's Katherine?" Ginny whispered, after a pause of recuperation.
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Freddy boomed, even louder then before.
"Freddy, I'm sor–"
"Shut up." He barked... and before he knew what he was doing; his claws were out. He jerked around, the filthy blade someone still shinning as they slashed through the air... straight towards her neck!
He saw it before it happened... his blades crashing into her flesh, the horrible scream that would ring through the air louder then any other noise in existence, a scream of complete horror and pain... his blades would scoop right into the side of her neck until they came out the other side... then he'd pull back, yank her throat right out of her pale white neck... and only then would she stop screaming.
In reality; the entire vision in his head ended by the time the horrible in take of breathe known as a shrill gasp would end... and just as he knew it would be; she didn't move a muscle... but, instead, stood right in place... right where she was... feet frozen to the ground, somehow, and every limb as hard as stone exactly where it was.
STOP!!!
His brain screamed... and he did. He stopped, less then half an inch away from the soft skin of her bare neck... her face... her face... he'd never thought of her face.
He saw it now... horrible... distorted in terror... the utter terror he'd seen a million times before... but now... now... there was something else in there... mixed in with the undying fear of death... it was... hurt.
She looked hurt. She looked at him with her haze colored eyes – sharp and clear – welled up and hurt.
He felt himself as frozen as her... right there, then... his face blank, now, where as before it had distorted in hate... now it was blank... her breathing came in soft, shaky sobs... short ones... and she never stopped looking at him... never blinked... and neither did he.
Finally, he forced himself to with draw and stand up. He couldn't stand the sight of her anymore... the sounds of her shaky sobbing breaths... he closed his eyes... closed them tight and wished her all away.