Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue

Author's Notes: AT LAST!!! The return of Freddy/Samara, promise to keep them around more in the future but we had to get through the mess of introductions – got to line up all my pins before I go bowling, you know?

More warnings…

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/GORE

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

WARNING: MOMENTS OF PEDOPHILIA

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Chapter 9

No one laughed quite like Freddy Krueger.

It wasn't even a laugh so much as a cackle. A maniacal chuckle that some how managed to reverberate through everything and paralyze your insides with fear.

Unless, of course, you were Samara Morgan, who merely looked at him with her head cocked to one side. Hair once again shrouded her face but it was obvious to tell what she was doing because anyone else in her position would have been doing the exact same.

Freddy was practically about ready to keel over. His head was tossed back and his hands were clutching at his sides as if they would burst. He was beyond elated at the way things were turning out. He quickly regained himself, his eyes glazed over as he peered down at his little nightmare companion.

She didn't breathe a word, merely staring at him in her own way. A rather smug expression took his face as he ruffled the top of her head roughly with his gloved hand, his razor fingers cutting off a few strands that floated downwards, "Ya did good, kid. Real good."

He drew back and sighed, almost in reflection, the satisfied look still firmly in place; "Did you hear their screaming? Delicious."

He had grown accustom to her never responding unless she felt she needed to, so he kept on talking, not really caring whether or not she was listening at all, "I wonder which one of 'em will make the mistake of falling asleep first. I'm betting on Lori though I wouldn't put it past Alice, she probably thinks after all this time she's in the clear. And then there is Katherine…"

His voice dropped at the mention of his daughter, the earlier conceit giving away to bitterness; "She may come after me head first. Think she can defeat me right off the bat. She'll think she has some sort of advantage because she's my brat but this time around…"

"Can you go through with it?"

Freddy's head snapped in Samara's direction as she unexpectantly spoke and not even in his head, but aloud. Her hair had fallen away and once more there was an eye to greet him but not the graying one she so often used to frighten her victims. Once again it was the bottomless black, the one that made her look almost alive.

He scowled, his upper lip curling, "Of course I can. I would have killed her last time if I had had the chance, my glove was just aching to-"

"I don't think you would have," she cut him off sharply, "I was in your head. I know what you were thinking then. You thought of getting her to join you. You were upset when they took her away when you were alive and even more upset when they took her away after you were dead. She disappointed you, betrayed you, but she's still your child. Your real child."

This was the most Samara had ever spoken and now Krueger knew why.

Because the things she said were stupid.

He wished vehemently now that she had not even opened her mouth. He jabbed a razor pointed finger at her almost scrapping the tip of her nose through the hair, "I don't give a shit about her. When the time comes, I'm going to poke her eyes out. She's no different than any of the other bitches I've dissected."

"If you say so."

"Anyone ever tell you, you've got a smart mouth," Freddy hissed and lashed out to smack her when his hand flew through nothing but air. He blinked and turned around. She had moved behind him again.

It was beyond infuriating how she managed to move so quickly, as if by the speed of thought. A growl was curling up in his throat when she spoke again, "I'm sure my mother would have, if she had allowed me to grow up. But she didn't."

She walked up to him steadily, her whole body staggering slightly and her pale hand shot out, covering the top of his glove. He froze, confused, as she seemed to look into his eyes, a static sound, similar to a sigh, entering his head, "She could do it, you can too."

He got the strangest feeling she was talking down to him, condescending. He glared at her; "I don't need a fucking pep talk."

"You may when the time comes," she replied and her hand raised up once, as if patting his.

Another growl left him and he didn't know what he wanted more - to eviscerate his impending victims or Samara.

A thought occurred to him suddenly and he turned to her, thoughtful, "That's right, your mother dropped the axe on you, didn't she? Tossed your little ass down that well…"

There were no words, nothing but a wall of hair facing him as he went on, "Actually she tried to suffocate you, then hit the back of your head with that fuckin' big rock, then tossed you down a well but that didn't kill you, did it? Seven days you went before you-"

In a flash the hair tossed back and a jet of water shot out, splashing into his face. He gagged and drew back, he was soaked but it only took a quick thought for him to dry himself. Another perk of the dreamscape and having complete control over it.

He looked around his home. While the dreamscape was in essence a vast valley of emptiness, Krueger, having total control over it, was able to manifest anything he wanted. Little jump roping girls, Elm Street, goats, Westin Hills, the boiler room…whatever he wanted.

At this moment they were in 1428 Elm, sitting in the dilapidated living room. After making the video and sharing their little 'interlude', Samara had run off and Freddy had chased after her for a while. And while he would never, ever admit it aloud, it had actually been pretty fun.

If there was one thing he had always loved, it was the chase and chasing this little girl in particular had been a treat. She had even given off the scent of fear. Not her own, of course, but instead it was the fear of own kills, people who had feared her and these fresh smells were invigorating to his senses.

It had made his blood lust unbearable and when he had caught her at last he couldn't help but lash out, claws meeting their mark with her belly. She had let out a shriek that sounded so real that he had almost exploded in his pants. The thrill of catching her, the smells, the sounds…it was too much for someone who had not had a good kill (or anything else for that matter) in so fucking long.

Water - dark and dirty - had gushed out of her as well as what appeared to be her intestines. But they weren't normal. They were dark blue, tinged gray, and when she looked up at him her hair had parted and the most delightful giggle left her. Her hands reached out, playing over the entrails and she quickly picked them up, packing them back inside.

Then she had actually stuck her tongue out at him!

He had wanted to snip it off but he also couldn't help but be gleeful. God, who knew she could be so much fun? He watched her struggle with her insides, wondering what to do with her next when the screams had sounded.

Hearing it, knowing its source, caused an ancient excitement to rush through him. He had been so jubilant that he had returned her body to its original form, guts gone. Of course she had immediately wanted to know how he had done that and had begged him to teach her but instead he had produced 1428 Elm again and ushered her inside. They had taken a seat on the couch and had merely listened, drinking in the screams, the ensuing panic and horror rushing through their future prey.

His day couldn't have gotten any better.

And now here she was ruining it.

He was about to lay into her for the 'face splash', when she asked, "Which one would you like to kill first?"

The question took him off guard. He looked back down at her and could see her face had disappeared back behind her hair once more, repeating, "Which one of them would you like to kill first?"

He got the idea that this was, somehow, her way of apologizing to him for ejecting him out of his good mood. He begrudgingly accepted the peace offering, muttering, "Any one of 'em would be good."

"You must have one you want to kill more than the other." She pressed.

Freddy's head couldn't help but tip from side to side in thought, good mood returning as a wicked smile took place, "Alice would be nice. Looove to split her wide open. Twice I've dealt with her and I still have yet to knock her off. But then there is Lori. Fucking whore tore my goddamn head off. Like to return the favor…either way, I'm back in the saddle again."

Samara raised a hand up under her hair and it was obvious she was rubbing at her chin, the mock act of contemplation was rather amusing. Had she been a living child, it would have been classified as adorable. Being a dead one, it was mere ominous black humor, "This isn't going to work, you know."

He shot her a narrowed gaze, "What?"

"They're going to be expecting you back at full power. But you're not. I know that. It was stretch for you to come and get me. It has depleted you. A lot of this has."

Freddy didn't like her implications of weakness and was quickly growing angry again when she continued, "What we need are lambs. After you exact your revenge who will be left to kill? We need a catalyst. Someone to get the word out."

This actually gave him pause, anger receding as he caught on, "You mean another teen tugging at her hair screaming my name at the top of her lungs. Warning her friends, spreading the fear…"

"A new person to get your name out, fresh blood…"

"Fresh meat," Freddy corrected, then he looked at Samara for a moment and an idea entered his head. A horrible, wonderful, dreadful idea. He knelt down to her height and flicked a razor at her, "Even better…"

She frowned, "What are you…"

"Come on, I've got a plan," he rose to his feet and held out his hand, "You said you wanted to learn how I do what I do? Well, you're about to get your first lesson."

Samara looked up at him for a moment then obediently took his hand.

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*Extra Note * - 'A horrible, wonderful, dreadful idea'…I just couldn't resist the Dr. Seuss nod, especially since one of my friends said Freddy's performance in F vs. J was similar to Jim Carrey's 'The Grinch'.