(A.N. A lot of people are going to be unhappy with this chapter...But I was feeling paticularly sadistic today...PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME FOR THIS! Enjoy.... P.S. Is it true about this Freddy prequel thing? P.S.S. EXTRA LONG CHAPTER FOR ALL OF YOU!)
Harry VS Freddy
Chapter 5
"Do you know the terror of he who falls asleep? To the very toes he is terrified, because the ground gives way under hiim, and the dream begins..."
Nietzsche
Harry moaned in agony as his blood gathered together in a shallow pool at his feet. Freddy laughed cruelly, and morphed back in to his human form. Clicking his blades together, Freddy grinned sadistically, and walked slowly towards him. "Heh heh...What can I say kid? It's been great working with you, but we've all got to move on sometime!" Harry shut his eyes tight, and prepared for the pain that Freddy's knives would bring. But nothing came. He opened his eyes.
"What?" Freddy was crouched, kneeling on the ground, as if trapped, bathing in a stunning pool of light. Harry placed an arm over his face, shielding himself from the blinding light. Freddy was screaming, in either pain or anger, or a mix of both.
"What the fuck is this?!" Freddy's blades created a horrifying shadow effect against the light, but Harry refused to let his mind focus on this, and looked on in wonder at the light.
"Step away from the boy Krueger." The light spoke, and knew Freddy's name. Slowly, the light faded away and was replaced by a young woman, with shoulder length red hair. Freddy turned to Harry, his eyes burning with hatred, and then returned to gaze at the woman.
"Alice..." Freddy whispered. "I didn't know you were still in the dream buisness...well, welcome back to the game bitch!" He raced towards Alice, finger blades flying wildly through the air. But as Krueger went to destroy Alice, the shining light from before erupted from her, forcing Krueger back to his starting place.
"I've learnt a few tricks since last time Krueger. I'm not going to let you harm anyone, ever again!" With that, the light shot towards Freddy, landing a blow square in his chest. He keeled over, but was quickly up again. Before he could retaliate however, Alice had grabbed Harry by the wrist. Then, they dissapeared. Freddy lifted himself up off his knees and grimiced.
"Not strong enough yet...I need more of those special souls...You haven't won yet bitch..."
Alice screamed, loud and long. It was a scream that brought back so many memories. Rick, Dan, Shelia, Kristen...Freddy. Fred Krueger, the man who had single-handedly ruined her life, and had taken everything from her. He could not be back. But she had sensed his presence...seen him face to face. Fought with him. She shut her eyes, attempting to shake the image of the dream demon from her mind. This was her awakening...
Ron yawned and strectched out is arms. What time was it? He'd been down in one of the classrooms studying. 'Bloody Snape,' he thought to himself. Speaking of Snape, Ron wondered when Harry's detention would end. He still wasn't back. Shifting Harry from his mind, Ron tryed to relax, and thought of the massive meal that he would have at breakfast tommorow...
It was only a few minutes after that when Ron found himself standing on the porch of an old, run down house. There was a cold wind blowing, causing the leaveless, dead trees to sway. Rain was in the air, Ron could feel it. He didn't want to be outside anymore, so what other choice was there but to go in? Shrugging his shoulders, Ron walked through the door. Outside 1428 Elm Street, someone laughed.
The inside of the house was not what Ron had expected. It was brightly lit, and was furnished with expensive looking furniture. There was a crackling fire in the room, which warmed Ron considerably. Sitting down on a sofa, which was painted in an unusual style of red and green stripes, Ron reached out towards a glass coffee table and took a chocolate. Grinning, he leaned back on the soft cusions. Without warning, the arms of the sofa melted away, and was replaced by two grimy, black, metallic hands, which reached out and took hold of both Ron's arms. Then, the entire room started to dissapear, and took its true form. A foul smell reached Ron's nose. A smell of burning flesh. The room had become dirty and wrecked, as if it had been abandoned for several years. A cockroach crawled over Ron's foot. Ron shrunk back in horror. He hated bugs.
"No rest for the wicked, huh Ronny?" Someone had just walked in to the room.
Harry ran towards the Gryffindor common room as fast as his legs would carry him. Panting, he lent one hand against the Fat Lady portrait. He didn't care how much noise he made. He didn't care how many teachers saw him. He needed to get to Ron. Something was telling him that Freddy was after him, and unfortunatly, Harry's mind tended to be right.
Freddy smiled, flexing his blades menacingly. It felt so good to have children in the house again. He stared deep in to Ron's wet eyes and laughed. "Aaaw...Whats the matter Ronny? Cold? Well I can fix that..." Freddy clicked his finger, and suddenly, a fire started at Ron's feet. The boy screamed out as the flames licked at his legs, his flesh changing from a healthy pink, to a bloody mess of red and black.
Harry heard the scream, and burst through to the boy's dorm. Ron was laid down in his bed, and was writhing and twisting violently. "RON!!!" Rushing to the bedside, Harry tore off the covers. What Harry saw made him bring his hand to his mouth. Choking on his own horror, he saw Ron's legs slowly burning, blood seeping in to the sheets.
"RON!!!" Harry's voice echoed in to the dream world. Krueger frowned.
"Oh I don't think we need that little shit around...We're gonna have a little party..."
With no warning, Ron's body buckled. Harry grabbed hold of him, but it was too late. Ron's body was out of control. Slowly, the mattress gave way, and Ron dissapeared through it. "NOOO!" Harry yelled.
"Aaahahahahaa!" Freddy cackled, and brought his tongue to Ron's face. Retching, vomit exploded from Ron's body, spewing over Freddy's face. Wiping the waste on his finger, Krueger licked the mixture. "Mmm...still fresh." With that, Freddy grabbed hold of Ron's throat, and lifted him high in to the air.
"P-Please...Nooo," Ron moaned weakly.
"It's great to be back in buissness," said Freddy. He swung back his gloved hand, and drove the four knives straight in to Ron's chest.
"Aaaegh!" Ron's scream was short, and was quickly silenced as blood spilled out of his mouth. Freddy smiled. His blades were visible from Ron's back.
In the real world, Harry cried out in horror as Ron's body was returned. Broken and limp, Ron lifted his left hand. The last movement he would ever make. The hand fell back to the bloody mattress, dead.
Krueger's body shook with pleasure as the child's magic soul entered his body..."Freddy's back."
Harry VS Freddy
Chapter 5
"Do you know the terror of he who falls asleep? To the very toes he is terrified, because the ground gives way under hiim, and the dream begins..."
Nietzsche
Harry moaned in agony as his blood gathered together in a shallow pool at his feet. Freddy laughed cruelly, and morphed back in to his human form. Clicking his blades together, Freddy grinned sadistically, and walked slowly towards him. "Heh heh...What can I say kid? It's been great working with you, but we've all got to move on sometime!" Harry shut his eyes tight, and prepared for the pain that Freddy's knives would bring. But nothing came. He opened his eyes.
"What?" Freddy was crouched, kneeling on the ground, as if trapped, bathing in a stunning pool of light. Harry placed an arm over his face, shielding himself from the blinding light. Freddy was screaming, in either pain or anger, or a mix of both.
"What the fuck is this?!" Freddy's blades created a horrifying shadow effect against the light, but Harry refused to let his mind focus on this, and looked on in wonder at the light.
"Step away from the boy Krueger." The light spoke, and knew Freddy's name. Slowly, the light faded away and was replaced by a young woman, with shoulder length red hair. Freddy turned to Harry, his eyes burning with hatred, and then returned to gaze at the woman.
"Alice..." Freddy whispered. "I didn't know you were still in the dream buisness...well, welcome back to the game bitch!" He raced towards Alice, finger blades flying wildly through the air. But as Krueger went to destroy Alice, the shining light from before erupted from her, forcing Krueger back to his starting place.
"I've learnt a few tricks since last time Krueger. I'm not going to let you harm anyone, ever again!" With that, the light shot towards Freddy, landing a blow square in his chest. He keeled over, but was quickly up again. Before he could retaliate however, Alice had grabbed Harry by the wrist. Then, they dissapeared. Freddy lifted himself up off his knees and grimiced.
"Not strong enough yet...I need more of those special souls...You haven't won yet bitch..."
Alice screamed, loud and long. It was a scream that brought back so many memories. Rick, Dan, Shelia, Kristen...Freddy. Fred Krueger, the man who had single-handedly ruined her life, and had taken everything from her. He could not be back. But she had sensed his presence...seen him face to face. Fought with him. She shut her eyes, attempting to shake the image of the dream demon from her mind. This was her awakening...
Ron yawned and strectched out is arms. What time was it? He'd been down in one of the classrooms studying. 'Bloody Snape,' he thought to himself. Speaking of Snape, Ron wondered when Harry's detention would end. He still wasn't back. Shifting Harry from his mind, Ron tryed to relax, and thought of the massive meal that he would have at breakfast tommorow...
It was only a few minutes after that when Ron found himself standing on the porch of an old, run down house. There was a cold wind blowing, causing the leaveless, dead trees to sway. Rain was in the air, Ron could feel it. He didn't want to be outside anymore, so what other choice was there but to go in? Shrugging his shoulders, Ron walked through the door. Outside 1428 Elm Street, someone laughed.
The inside of the house was not what Ron had expected. It was brightly lit, and was furnished with expensive looking furniture. There was a crackling fire in the room, which warmed Ron considerably. Sitting down on a sofa, which was painted in an unusual style of red and green stripes, Ron reached out towards a glass coffee table and took a chocolate. Grinning, he leaned back on the soft cusions. Without warning, the arms of the sofa melted away, and was replaced by two grimy, black, metallic hands, which reached out and took hold of both Ron's arms. Then, the entire room started to dissapear, and took its true form. A foul smell reached Ron's nose. A smell of burning flesh. The room had become dirty and wrecked, as if it had been abandoned for several years. A cockroach crawled over Ron's foot. Ron shrunk back in horror. He hated bugs.
"No rest for the wicked, huh Ronny?" Someone had just walked in to the room.
Harry ran towards the Gryffindor common room as fast as his legs would carry him. Panting, he lent one hand against the Fat Lady portrait. He didn't care how much noise he made. He didn't care how many teachers saw him. He needed to get to Ron. Something was telling him that Freddy was after him, and unfortunatly, Harry's mind tended to be right.
Freddy smiled, flexing his blades menacingly. It felt so good to have children in the house again. He stared deep in to Ron's wet eyes and laughed. "Aaaw...Whats the matter Ronny? Cold? Well I can fix that..." Freddy clicked his finger, and suddenly, a fire started at Ron's feet. The boy screamed out as the flames licked at his legs, his flesh changing from a healthy pink, to a bloody mess of red and black.
Harry heard the scream, and burst through to the boy's dorm. Ron was laid down in his bed, and was writhing and twisting violently. "RON!!!" Rushing to the bedside, Harry tore off the covers. What Harry saw made him bring his hand to his mouth. Choking on his own horror, he saw Ron's legs slowly burning, blood seeping in to the sheets.
"RON!!!" Harry's voice echoed in to the dream world. Krueger frowned.
"Oh I don't think we need that little shit around...We're gonna have a little party..."
With no warning, Ron's body buckled. Harry grabbed hold of him, but it was too late. Ron's body was out of control. Slowly, the mattress gave way, and Ron dissapeared through it. "NOOO!" Harry yelled.
"Aaahahahahaa!" Freddy cackled, and brought his tongue to Ron's face. Retching, vomit exploded from Ron's body, spewing over Freddy's face. Wiping the waste on his finger, Krueger licked the mixture. "Mmm...still fresh." With that, Freddy grabbed hold of Ron's throat, and lifted him high in to the air.
"P-Please...Nooo," Ron moaned weakly.
"It's great to be back in buissness," said Freddy. He swung back his gloved hand, and drove the four knives straight in to Ron's chest.
"Aaaegh!" Ron's scream was short, and was quickly silenced as blood spilled out of his mouth. Freddy smiled. His blades were visible from Ron's back.
In the real world, Harry cried out in horror as Ron's body was returned. Broken and limp, Ron lifted his left hand. The last movement he would ever make. The hand fell back to the bloody mattress, dead.
Krueger's body shook with pleasure as the child's magic soul entered his body..."Freddy's back."