Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue. Also I don't own Twisted Metal: Black…that belongs to ever the heck made it…
Author's Notes: For all those who hungered for it – I give you…FREDDY!! YAY!
For those who do not know, Angela Walsh is Jesse Walsh's little sister from NOES 2: Freddy's Revenge. Freddy attempted to possess Jesse but failed, though at the end of the film it appears that while he may not have succeeded in possessing Jesse he may have taken him out in an other fashion…mwhahaha!
Pmad – You bet they're all gonna meet at the gig – and what fun it'll be!! LOL
CarryTheZero – Ah yes…PS2 is fun! I agree that Silent Hill is a better choice but you'll see later why I chose Twisted Metal…I make such stupid jokes about it in the next chapter…me trying to be funny is usually a bad idea…
Most Important!!: There are two scenes in here which are a wink and nod to Nephthys Jeckel and her stories. One of those scenes involve the story 'Trail and Error' in particular. I happened to really like a part in that story so I cut and tailored it a bit for my own design - so no one'd better say I'm stealing, 'cause I've admitted to it - LOL. No, seriously, I'd just like to say this idea was hers not mine and I hope she does not mind terribly if I use it as well.
More warnings…
WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE
WARNING: BLOOD PLAY/A WEE BIT OF SENSUALITY (yes, you read that right…)
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Chapter 15
Samara trudged up the front steps to her current home. Becca's grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Kotler, were nice enough, even if they did treat her as delicately as fine china. The moment she entered the house, her 'Grammy' jumped, startled. She turned and saw Samara in the doorway.
She rested a wrinkled hand to her heart, "Oh, it's just you, Becca, dear. You gave me quite a fright."
That was nothing, Samara's thoughts hissed, you should see what I can really do.
But her face was as placid as ever, neither apologizing nor criticizing as she shut the front door behind her. Grammy beamed, "Would you like a piece of apple pie, dear? I just pulled it out of the oven."
Samara shook her head from side to side and headed towards the stairs when she bumped into her 'Grampy', who was also started, "My! You really sneak up on an old man, don'tcha, Button?"
She looked at him a moment, then shrugged one shoulder, moving past him effortlessly. Once again Grammy spoke, "You sure you don't want something to eat?"
Samara sighed, knowing she would have to speak or they would not be satisfied, "No eat, just sleep."
Grampy laughed, "Of course, she's exhausted! First day at a new school, it'd wear out any kid! You just go on up, Button, and get some good ol' fashioned shuteye. Your Grammy and me'll be down here if ya need anything."
"Sweet dreams, dear," Grammy called as Samara began to charge up the stairs, eager to get away. She reached the guestroom and flung herself inside, shutting her door behind her and locking it with one hand.
The room she had taken residence in was livable - even if it was tacky. There were loads of beanie babies and fake flower bouquets as well as a collection of different kinds of piggy banks. The wallpaper had little pink and purple paisley designs and the bed was a white canopy.
This room would be a dream for any little girl. For Samara it was nothing more than everything else in the world was - meaningless. And slightly irritating. She thought of the old people downstairs. She longed to crawl through their television set, end their existence, make them suffer. At least it would be something to do.
Being in this body, acting human was more of a task than she had realized. There was so much that went with it. She threw herself down upon the bed and slowly felt her eyes flutter shut.
Grammy had told her to have sweet dreams. Samara actually felt her lips rise into something of a smile.
If only she knew.
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"Wondered when you'd be back," Freddy jeered happily, arm folded as he leaned against a twisted looking black tree. They were once again on the dreamscape and it was currently a vast, twisted wasteland.
The sky above was a dark, stormy indigo, causing everything else around it to reflect the same color. This included the ground beneath their feet, which was cracked and broken like it had just suffered earthquake fissures.
A spiky, thorn covered tumbleweed blew by and Samara stood before him but not as her little girl form. Instead she still looked like Becca, right down to the Goth clothes, her face uncharacteristically uncovered. She also spoke, "Why are you so happy?"
"Do you know how many Springwood kid's dreams I invaded today?" He asked, showing his rotted teeth, "How many of those scared fucks let me in?"
She shook her head.
"Twenty seven!" He chuckled darkly, "Twenty-fucking-seven! You managed to rile up that many, this quickly…"
Her slim shoulders lifted, "It was a long day."
"Obviously," he muttered, but it was clear he was beyond pleased with her work, he drew near to her, claws reaching out, "You know, you look good in that body. Real good…just like one of my children. It…working for you?"
"It's tolerable." She replied, watching as he circled her, the look of hunger in his eyes more than evident.
"It's pretty tasty," he returned, licking his lips, claws running through her hair, skimming her shoulder, "I wonder…"
The tip of one blade slashed along her skin and drew a fresh patch of blood, her gaze turned to him, eyes blazing as scarlet blood welled up on her pale flesh. In a flash she moved from his grip, a few feet away. Her voice exploded deep inside his mind behind a strong, angry wave of static, "Not without my permission!"
Freddy grabbed his head and let out a grunt at the loud telepathy. Once she was gone he turned furious light eyes her way, tone deadly, "Don't do that again!"
Her own face was livid, "I'll do what I want, when I want. Don't do that without my permission."
He held up his hands, "Fair enough…for now…"
She shook her head, hair falling to shield her face a little, "What did you mean one of your children, I thought I was all ready…"
He chuckled, "You misunderstood me, I meant in that body you look like one of the many brats I slaughter. Deep inside that shell, you're still my very own child. All my own."
She did not respond to this and instead turned her view to her wounded shoulder. She ran curious fingers over the fresh blood, rubbing the sticky substance between her fingers. It was odd to bleed. If this was pain it was very strange and new…there was an odd tingling sensation.
Before, whenever she had been 'hurt' in the dreamscape, she had felt nothing. She was dead after all. She had total control over her being - in truth, she felt nothing in that form. Ever. Save for perhaps anger and grim satisfaction after a kill.
Freddy walked over to her again, holding his tainted blades for view. She could see the flash of red on them - her own blood and watched with some fascination as he drew the blades near his mouth and ran his tongue along one, tasting her. His burned face almost glowed, "Sweet."
Samara didn't know how to respond but she did feel a new tingling sensation inside her. One that was remarkably different from the one caused by his attack. Freddy's ungloved hand reached for her, brushing along the side of her hair, near her ear, "What's this?"
He drew back and a copy of her artwork appeared, "Look what I found behind your ear!"
They both looked at the ink creation and Freddy rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "A good likeness I'd say…except you should have emphasized more on my manly physique."
A raised eyebrow was her form of a response and he merely gave her another twisted smile, "This inspired them to have nightmares, hmm?"
"And the lies I told them. The living are very susceptible to suggestion, you just have to say the right thing…"
"Stupid fucks," he chuckled, "I wish you'd been there to see me at work. I was in this one kid's dream, Fisher or Disher or something and this kid…he's having some wet dream and I go in there and…"
He sighed, shaking his head, "You'd have to have been there. It was exquisite."
"I can see," she whispered and touched his face as she had done by the well. Once again images filled her mind's eye, overcoming her. Many people she had met today - all students - flashed before her. Different scare tactics, different screams, different reactions, most running, some stupid enough to try and fight back.
One by one they came up for her to view. She recognized quite a few - even able to name them. There was, of course, Disher and then there was Pamela, Brandon, Frank, Ben, Adriana, the list went on and on. A few times she couldn't help but giggle.
Once it was over she drew back and gave him a small nod of appreciation for his own unique art. His all ready inflated ego grew a smidgen more as he said in that smoky tone, "It's a good system, you bring 'em to me, I conjure up the fear, setting up for the killings…"
"Quid pro quo," she said smoothly.
Freddy growled, "All right, you do for me, I do for you. You want another lesson on how I do my thing?"
"Yes."
"Learn from the master," he said smugly and flicked two of his claws as if he were snapping his fingers. Out of thin air three little children appeared. The first had no eyes, the second had no ears and the third had his mouth sewn shut.
Samara didn't even bother to say aloud 'see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil'. The children's meaning was a given. Another flick and the children disappeared, replaced with a gigantic, slimy leech that pulsated on the ground obscenely. Flick again and the leech was gone, replaced with a pig-tailed teenage zombie girl in a bikini.
She began jumping up and down, waving her arms, obviously hyper as she let out flirtatious, playful coos and threw her arms around Freddy's neck. She began giving his skin sloppy kisses and Freddy let out a laugh.
Samara's eyebrow rose again and Freddy merely laughed louder. Another flick and she was gone. Freddy turned all attention back to his pupil; "It's easiest to start off with using a hand movement to get the juices flowing. Think it up, concentrate, snap your fingers, done. Got it?"
A swift nod and she raised one hand with determination, fingers poised to snap, ready to try. Her first snap received nothing more than sparks. He scowled, displeased, "Try harder."
Another snap. Nothing.
"Do it right!"
One more snap. Once again nothing.
"Goddammit!" he shouted impatiently, "It's not that fucking hard! Even an idiot-"
A loud snap echoed and Freddy flew back as if punched in the gut. He let out a choked noise and raised his head, glaring at her. A tiny glimmer of satisfaction greeted him, "You can't just think it. You have to want it."
He nodded stiffly and rose upright, stalking towards her. She snapped her fingers again and the location changed. They were now in the boiler room but this time there was a television set present a few feet from the furnace, a device hooked up to it.
"Know you can, don't just think you can," she said smartly.
Freddy was still incensed at her attack but as he looked around he couldn't help but feel his bruised ego being restored beyond full health. She learned quickly. He was, after all, an excellent teacher. This pompous realization soothed his temper somewhat, as well as his curiosity as he looked at the screen.
He pointed a razor in its direction, "What is…"
"Played it in 'therapy' today," Samara said as she took a seat on the filthy ground before the TV and grabbed a controller, "It's called Twisted Metal: Black."
"Always did like video games," he murmured, finding the other controller and taking a seat next to her.