** HI-OH! I don't own Freddy or nothing, not nobody 'cept Ginny… Saphy, TJ, Kris, Hillary, ect. are based on real people…'cept Hillary who is a real person who don't like me much so I no like her, neither. Enjoy this here new chapter… it's perdy.
Freddy kept his eyes closed – expelling her from his dream world – until there was not a doubt in his mind that she was gone… only then did he peak slightly, just incase, and then open his eyes fully when he saw the absence of her short, skinny, poorly developed form.
… And then he cursed himself. He cursed her. He cursed Jeanie. He cursed the ones who had taken Katherine away from him… and all of Ginny's little friends in the real world. But most of all; he cursed himself… over and over and over again… beginning to say it aloud… and then louder… and louder… until he was shouting profanities at the top of his lungs.
They'd taken Katherine away from him – long ago – and now he saw it all, happening again right before his very eyes. That bitch Jeanie had taken what was more then rightfully his away from him before… and now it was happening again. She was trying to snatch his child right out from under his nose.
What had he done wrong? He'd done his best… tried so incredibly hard not to rip her to pieces… to convert her… or, if all else failed, to make her believe that she had no other choice… to force her to believe that either she'd give it to him or he'd take it most forcefully… so, yeah, he'd killed a couple of her friends; but that's what he did! He'd always done so… he wasn't about to stop for anybody and she knew that from the very beginning.
He snarled, thoughts blaring in his head with his uncontrollable rage. She was his! She was a part of him! She belonged to him! She always had and always would; he wasn't going to let her go… even if the right thing to do to save his ass was to destroy her… she had been just another part of his before… she would be again!
She's mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! MINE!
He wouldn't let it end up like Katherine, this time… he couldn't! He'd rather die. Which was, actually, a very real possibility.
His thoughts were blazing so fast he could barely think them to the point where his head hurt as if someone was sticking needles under his scarred flesh – and those chunks missing flesh, too. You know, the ones that are just bare scar tissue – into his brain.
He was too angry. It was too much… he couldn't think straight. He could barely see through the cloud of red that was his hate.
… He'd definitely be paying Hillary a visit tonight.
Sapphire jerked to sit up in bed. Her heart was thudding wild in her chest and she felt her breath catch in her throat… she wanted to scream but she couldn't choke it out. She was covered in a cold sweat…
What happened? Where was he? He was going to kill her! He'd held her down, on the filthy ground of some horrible boiler room… he had knives for fingers… and he ran them over her stomach!
It was just a dream, she told herself; just a dream, it wasn't real. You're alright… nothing happened, he's not real… chill out, Saphy.
She took a deep breath… then let it out slowly… in through the nose, out through the mouth.
It was just a dream… but it had been so real! It had been so scary… his face… his poor, scarred face… he had seemed so angry with her… like she'd done something to him… and had told her "this'll teach ya", "this'll teach ya to mess with Freddy"… and when he'd touched her… she'd felt him… so cold and clammy… and when he cut her… it hurt! It ached so much…
A low moan escaped her lips. Her stomach was raging… it twisted and ached… she looked down, limply, and saw blood soaking through the sheets.
She gasped, jumping back, the covers flew off her revealing the true horror of her injuries…
"LEAVE GABE ALONE OR ELSE, BITCH
– FREDDY"
She gasped louder this time, her breath ceasing in her throat and she choked on it. The words… carved right into her flesh… carved into the flesh of her tummy… blood leaking out of the gashes that formed letters…
"LEAVE GABE ALONE OR ELSE, BICTH - FREDDY"
She could hear his guttural voice – the voice of the man she'd encountered in her dream – shouting those words at her… leaving the message on the soft flesh of her belly… carving it in with his horrible finger nail knives.
She thought to scream, but then thought better of it and muzzled out of bed and down to TJ's bunk… bending over the edge of TJ's bed, trying not to bleed on the pale blue spread, and shook her friend's shoulders… softly, at first… but harder as TJ was a pain in the ass to wake up.
"Wha… what do you want, Saph? What's up?" TJ's groggy voice muttered as she woke up, just barely opening her green/blue eyes… they seemed more lime, this morning, to Saphy.
"I-I'm bleeding-ing," was all Saphy could manage to stutter.
"Huh?" TJ sat up… that's when she saw the blood. "Sapphire!"
"Hel-lp, T-TJ, I'm-m bleeding-g…"
Ginny awoke to the sound of sirens.
Her memories of after she'd been to visit Freddy were foggy… she remembered him closing his eyes… and almost forcing her out of his dream world… like he'd done to her the first night… and then… it was nothing, darkness, a dreamless sleep, but different from the first time. She had slipped in and out, in and out of sleep all night… patches of times when she was mildly conscious punched holes in the dreamless sleep… she was awake but her eyes weren't open and she couldn't really move… just that hazy consciousness where even if you don't open your eyes everything will be distorted in black and brown and white... though she did recall one time – more distinct then the others – at around 6:00 A.M when she'd been pulled into that hazy consciousness by the noise of TJ getting up and leaving the room… it was mid sunrise, then… when the sky is that odd shade of blue that seems like a gentle blanket tucking in the whole planet and the sun – though barely visible off to the East – showers everything in lemon-water colored beams of delicate light.
TJ had left the room, come back a few minutes later, shot a glance at the closet and… stopped. She'd waited, seemingly thinking about something, then shook her head as if dismissing the thought and gone back to bed.
She wanted to know if what Saphy said is true, Ginny though now in her time of full consciousness.
The sirens blazed louder, until they were nearly at her window. Ginny looked at the clock… 9:06 A.M. Saphy and TJ were nowhere to be seen.
Ginny stood up, slowly, and straightened out her night grown – which was wrinkled by the activity of sleeping – and then slowly strode over to the window.
She brushed a side the lacy white curtain and fingered two of the things on the blinds apart so that she could see out. The siren – attached to an ambulance – zoomed past… at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
She watched it thunder down the road until it reached the opposite corner of Elm from where Kris lived… there, it joined a clutter of police cars… she saw two people – a women of about 35 and a man of about 40 – standing on the lawn… they looked hysterical… they were still in their night clothes, even.
The Nightmare King strikes again, Ginny thought bitterly; … and I'm part of this horrible thing… a big part.
Ginny didn't know the girl who lived on that corner of Elm Street very well… she knew her name was Hillary McCutcheon… she was late in the sixteenth year of existance but had gotten her driver's license taken away for drunk driving… Ginny had seen her, once or twice before. She was tall – like, 5'9" – and had her hair perm into curls anyone looking could tell were fake… her hair was bright blonde… piss colored, actually… she thought she was just the most beautiful girl God had ever made… for one thing; Ginny didn't believe in God – it was impossible that, if any Lord and Savior did exist, that so many awful things could happen to so many people, she was sure of this – and she didn't think Hillary was pretty at all.
Well, now she's dead… and you can thank Freddy for that, too.
The thought made her want to cry, or vomit, or something-rather-of, somehow.
She turned away… she couldn't stand it anymore. No more! No more lives destroyed… no more people dead… no more! No more… not when it's all her fault… and it was… all that blood was on her hands… all of it… ever last drop.
She threw off her oversize T-shirt, grabbed a mound of black and white clothing out of her drawer, and pulled on a chunky black hoodie – with SQUEE!'s title character, Squee, holding his stuff teddy, Shmee, under his arm and looking up with wide yet terrified eyes, on the front – and a pair of dark blue denim short shorts…
Slowly, she crept from the room, then… she'd find Sapphire and TJ… hang out with them… talk about boys or some other stupid subject teenage girls never stop blathering about! Do something human… she was still human, wasn't she? She had to be…
"Saphy?" she called down the hall to the right, holding the doorframe as if without it she'd fall to the floor and break into a million pieces. "… TJ?"
No answer…
Maybe they're downstairs…
So, Ginny took a careful step away from the door way – keeping her eyes both up and down the hall just incase – and another and another… and then bounced down the stairs.
Once she reached the bottom, she called out again: "TJ?… Saphy?… where are you guys?"
Once again: there was no answer.
She swung around the banister and crossed through the living room to the kitchen… where she called again: "TJ? Saphy?"
Still no answer… she began to worry a little.
She swung around, and suddenly got a new idea. The first one was to call for Ashley… but Ashley was a student, she remembered, and it was a weekday… Ashley would be at collage.
So, instead, she called for Mrs. Dana, dragging the last word out with a hint of desperation. "Helena? Helena, are you there?"
She unconsciously rapped her arms around herself… holding her chest… paranoia sinking in. Where were they? Where had they gone? And why? Why hadn't they told Ginny they were going? Or, at least, left a note?
"TJ? Saphy? Helena? Ashley? Anybody?" she was crying out names like a chant… unsure of who she was even calling anymore. "Saphy? Helena? TJ? Mrs. Dana? Ashley? Saphy?"
Suddenly, she heard the car pull up in the driveway.
Ashley's home!
She jumped around to face the door but froze… how did she know it was Ashley? It could be anyone! And what would Ashley be doing home at this time? Lunch wasn't for another three hours! And even then, she usually just went out somewhere with her friends Toby and Simone…
So Ginny waited… hearing foot steps on the front porch, a little bit of scuffling, muffled voices, then the key in the lock… she swallowed hard and watched it turn, slowly, until it was unlocked… and then the knob twisted and the door flew open.
Ginny's marble-like eyes widened, the glassy grayness sharp and alert. On the porch, in the open doorway, stood TJ, Saphy, and Mrs. Dana all together… TJ was holding up Saphy, who looked pale in the face – like the color of sour milk – as if she was going to be sick. It must have been cold outside, because all of their cheeks (besides Saphy, of course) were flushed pink/red.
She weakly brushed a few strands of candy blue hair off of her face, watching the display of the three coming in from the outside.
Mrs. Dana pealed off her coat, first… Ginny examined the outfit underneath… a purple turtleneck and white knee-length skirt… she almost looked decent; like a normal person… how unusual.
TJ was the next to throw her coat off. She wore a red long-sleeved-shirt with the words "Heart Breaker" written on the chest in bubbly white letters over the white outline of a heart and blue jeans with ripped up knees.
TJ, then, scurried to help Saphy take off her jacket.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Ginny finally found her voice to say, but she still sounded awkward.
TJ looked at her, her golden blonde brows knitted in a strange look… she was so sensitive… so fragile… such a good person. Ginny felt sorry for her because of it… because of what a good, selfless person she was.
"Oh, like you don't know!" Saphy growled, finally getting her coat off. She looked as if she had been drugged… but that didn't change the fact that she could be unhappy with Ginny.
"What? What should I know?" the pitch of Ginny's voice rose. She swallowed hard again, wishing she could swallow those sudden words back down.
Saphy laughed, bitterly. Her coat was off, now, and she took a step in Ginny's direction… but TJ stopped her.
"Sapphire, Saphy, please!" TJ declared, holding Saphy's arm. "You're not to get excited! The doctor said that you are not to get excited!"
"I'm not–" Saphy broke her arms free. "–getting excited, TJ… I'm just going to show her… as if she hasn't already seen!"
"Saphy, please, no…"
But it was too late. Saphy shrugged TJ off, grabbed the bottom rim of her coal-colored mohair sweater, and raised it up off her stomach.
Ginny gasped shrilly, covered her mouth with a shaking hand, and stumbled back until she hit the wall…
"LEAVE GABE ALONE OR ELSE, BICTH - FREDDY"
It was carved into Saphy's stomach… only now, she had just been to the hospital and they had stitched up the horrible words… stitched them up with wire and a needle… it made them look even more horrible! They had cleaned the blood off but a little was still stuck to the stitches, caught inbetween little crevices they couldn't clean.
Ginny closed her eyes but she couldn't block it out… the message from Freddy… the horrible message from Freddy, carved into Saphy's stomach so horribly… it would eternally be burned into the back of her eye lids until the very day she'd die.