Chapter Five..
Note: I'm lazy, sorry. FLASHBACKS! YAY! And, I have no idea how old Freddy was, when he mortaly died
and so on, so I was guessing. =D
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---May 23rd, 1960 Springwood, Ohio---
She sat alone.
It was around 1:00 A.M. Friday night, and she sat there, her arm crooked up as she layed her head
sideways to rest against her open palm. She sighs, discontentedly. Her hears perk up a tad bit when the glowing
yellow, red, and green juke box turns another record, and plays a song she alwyas hummed to herself in her own very
sweet, soft soprano voice, Blue Moon. The seemingly lonely teenage girl, petite, only about around five two the tallest,
was a gorgeous girl. Her chest nut brown hair was down, and nautraly curled at the ends. Her bangs curled just above her eyebrows.
Now her eyes, they were purely hazel. They went from a bright emerald green, to a dark blue, to a brown any given moment.
But either one fitted her perfectly. Her olive tented skin made her a bronze glow, and when she smiled, she already added
to that glow.
Loretta Rose-Marie Johnson was a knock out!
But, being the only daughter to a single father and three older brothers, sixteen year old Loretta (or called Lora by her friends)
never had one single boyfriend! If I guy so much as looked at her, her brothers would step in and end it! Oh, she knew that they are
trying to honor her, since she was the only girl in her home. But, oh she wanted to have a boy to like her, to love her, maybe even marry her
one day?
And she already knows who she wants, who she has to have, whom she had to have since she was eleven, secreatly, yes, but in her mind
she always said his name over and over again, loving the way it sounded on her toungue.
Freddy Krueger.
She remembers her first sighting of him like she remembers her own name! She was eleven years old, her mother would die of some sort of disease, she forgets
what the doctor called it, with her mother to church. He had the bluest eyes she ever seen! His hair was parted and slicked back as he wore his sunday
best. He was handsome! She purposely sat in the pue behind him, she wore a white frilly dress, with white stockings and white shoes. Her hair was in two french braids,
She blinked her dark curly eye lashes dreamily at the then fourteen year old boy.
People always said children could never understand love, that its just puppy love.
Loretta knew. At eleven years old, she knew. Every day at church she wouldn't listen to the lesson, or in sunday school, she wouldn't listen to the over bearing
nuns who stiffly spoke, but she would look at him.
As if her wishes came true, the now twenty year old Fred Krueger walks into the diner. Loretta springs out of her seat, and places a white waitressing
cap onto her head. She streightens out her uniform, which consisted of a bright pink dress, and a white apron. Slightly annoyed by her black, inched heels,
she hussles to him. Ignoring the reason that she didn't have to work for another hour.
"H...H..." she mentally chided herself for stamering, the poor man would think she's stupid! Oh god..."Hi, I....I'm Loretta!" she unwantingly squeaks out. Oh my! He looked myseterious and
oh so handsome! Like a private detective with his ferdona hat on, and a long brown trentch coat. Behind his coat, layed his favorite christmas sweater, that he rarely washes out of laziness,
and black regulare pants and boots.
"Want me to get your coat?" she asks, tilting her head sweetly, those beautiful blue eyes and those lips..oh so kissable! Her bronzed skin flushes a deep red, embarsed by the though.
"Mhm...Loretta." HE SAID HER NAME!
"What would you like? Just some cofee or a meal? I'm off work, but.." she addsm blushing as she directs him to her booth, the one she was daydreaming in earlier, and begines on. "I can make arrangements."
She was so obvious, as he took his fordon cap off she saw his face a little more. To most people, he'd looked kinda like a snake, or maybe a weasel. But to her, he was handsome. And his smile, the first genuine smile
he'll ever give anyone, made him glow. He ran his hand through his fair hair, mostly bleached from the sun, though his skin is fair as his hair, he studies the nervous teenager.
"I'll have cofee." He says flatly. Not meaning to, but his somwhat naturaly gruff and flat voice does that.
Loretta, after a few moments of staring into those eyes, she shakes herself to wake her up out of the continuing daydreams she was having. She lowers he eyes, where her layses touched her bottom ones,
and sighs. After grabing her small note book to write his order, though her right hand was shaking as she was writting, she turned her heels and left. Swiftly as she could.
Her older brother by four years, the same age as Fred, looked at her as if she was nuts.
"Lora, what the hell are you doing talking to him?" he says, with a greasy spatualy in his right hand shaking it to kid sister.
"Billy, it's none of your buissness who I talk to! So sit on it!" She says, her hazel eyes matched his own, as she glared at him.
Twenty year old Fred watched as this scene was taking place, he grins slightly, a smile for him, and looks to the girl as she comes back with his cofee. She doesn't dare look at those eyes,
or those lips, or else she would melt into a puddle for her annoying brother to mop up.
"Want..to.." he breaths in slightly, she had nice breast. "Sit with me?"
That done it! Loretta rushed to the seat across from him, breathing heavily. She takes off her white cap, that she always wore for this stupid job, just so she can get into college someday.
She blushes, and tilts her head to the side. Freddy looked at her again, she was beautiful. To him, at least, And no other person in his life, not even his own mother, stood up for him.
Sure, he killed a man. But, everyone in this town knew he abused him! But, no one did anything about it. And when the found him dead, they just ignored it.
Loretta spoke up after a moment. "My name is Loretta Johnson, nice to meet you...well, I already have earlier, but I didn't want to seem so square about it."
Fred took her hand, that felt so smooth, her skin surprisingly nice to touch, in his.
"Loretta," he says, tasting this name on his lips. "I'm Fred Krueger."
Loretta sighed happily, too young and naive to know what her future brought to her.
If any memories of Loretta Johnson-Kruegers life, this was one of the happiest.
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PRESENT
Katherine/Maggie held Kara on her hip as she spoke with Tracey, a long time friend. She wore a night robe, covering her white nightgown,
and bounced the three year old on her hip.
"Tracey, I'm fine. He...he hasn't been around since I last heard of him. And the kids said nothing," she says. Kara, in boredom, began to pull on Katherines
stray hairs that hang from her head, she wore her dark chesnut hair in a messed up bun. And little Kara spent her time playing with it.
"Tracey, don't worr----Kara, mommy is talking on the phone--yeah, your coming on Sunday? No, yeah, we'll love for you to---Kara mommy is talking,
its not nice to interupt--yeah Trace? Alright, uh huh, okay.Bye!" She hangs the cordless white phone onto the receiver, which is connected onto the wall,
and turns her attention back her her youngst daughter. "You're a handful, you know that?"
By that, Kara's frown turned into a huge toothy grin. She nods, her already squinted eyes, very small due to her disability, though she really acts like a normal
three year old girl, she replies in a husky voice, which comes natural to her. "But, you love me anyway mommy!"
Note: I'm lazy, sorry. FLASHBACKS! YAY! And, I have no idea how old Freddy was, when he mortaly died
and so on, so I was guessing. =D
*********************
---May 23rd, 1960 Springwood, Ohio---
She sat alone.
It was around 1:00 A.M. Friday night, and she sat there, her arm crooked up as she layed her head
sideways to rest against her open palm. She sighs, discontentedly. Her hears perk up a tad bit when the glowing
yellow, red, and green juke box turns another record, and plays a song she alwyas hummed to herself in her own very
sweet, soft soprano voice, Blue Moon. The seemingly lonely teenage girl, petite, only about around five two the tallest,
was a gorgeous girl. Her chest nut brown hair was down, and nautraly curled at the ends. Her bangs curled just above her eyebrows.
Now her eyes, they were purely hazel. They went from a bright emerald green, to a dark blue, to a brown any given moment.
But either one fitted her perfectly. Her olive tented skin made her a bronze glow, and when she smiled, she already added
to that glow.
Loretta Rose-Marie Johnson was a knock out!
But, being the only daughter to a single father and three older brothers, sixteen year old Loretta (or called Lora by her friends)
never had one single boyfriend! If I guy so much as looked at her, her brothers would step in and end it! Oh, she knew that they are
trying to honor her, since she was the only girl in her home. But, oh she wanted to have a boy to like her, to love her, maybe even marry her
one day?
And she already knows who she wants, who she has to have, whom she had to have since she was eleven, secreatly, yes, but in her mind
she always said his name over and over again, loving the way it sounded on her toungue.
Freddy Krueger.
She remembers her first sighting of him like she remembers her own name! She was eleven years old, her mother would die of some sort of disease, she forgets
what the doctor called it, with her mother to church. He had the bluest eyes she ever seen! His hair was parted and slicked back as he wore his sunday
best. He was handsome! She purposely sat in the pue behind him, she wore a white frilly dress, with white stockings and white shoes. Her hair was in two french braids,
She blinked her dark curly eye lashes dreamily at the then fourteen year old boy.
People always said children could never understand love, that its just puppy love.
Loretta knew. At eleven years old, she knew. Every day at church she wouldn't listen to the lesson, or in sunday school, she wouldn't listen to the over bearing
nuns who stiffly spoke, but she would look at him.
As if her wishes came true, the now twenty year old Fred Krueger walks into the diner. Loretta springs out of her seat, and places a white waitressing
cap onto her head. She streightens out her uniform, which consisted of a bright pink dress, and a white apron. Slightly annoyed by her black, inched heels,
she hussles to him. Ignoring the reason that she didn't have to work for another hour.
"H...H..." she mentally chided herself for stamering, the poor man would think she's stupid! Oh god..."Hi, I....I'm Loretta!" she unwantingly squeaks out. Oh my! He looked myseterious and
oh so handsome! Like a private detective with his ferdona hat on, and a long brown trentch coat. Behind his coat, layed his favorite christmas sweater, that he rarely washes out of laziness,
and black regulare pants and boots.
"Want me to get your coat?" she asks, tilting her head sweetly, those beautiful blue eyes and those lips..oh so kissable! Her bronzed skin flushes a deep red, embarsed by the though.
"Mhm...Loretta." HE SAID HER NAME!
"What would you like? Just some cofee or a meal? I'm off work, but.." she addsm blushing as she directs him to her booth, the one she was daydreaming in earlier, and begines on. "I can make arrangements."
She was so obvious, as he took his fordon cap off she saw his face a little more. To most people, he'd looked kinda like a snake, or maybe a weasel. But to her, he was handsome. And his smile, the first genuine smile
he'll ever give anyone, made him glow. He ran his hand through his fair hair, mostly bleached from the sun, though his skin is fair as his hair, he studies the nervous teenager.
"I'll have cofee." He says flatly. Not meaning to, but his somwhat naturaly gruff and flat voice does that.
Loretta, after a few moments of staring into those eyes, she shakes herself to wake her up out of the continuing daydreams she was having. She lowers he eyes, where her layses touched her bottom ones,
and sighs. After grabing her small note book to write his order, though her right hand was shaking as she was writting, she turned her heels and left. Swiftly as she could.
Her older brother by four years, the same age as Fred, looked at her as if she was nuts.
"Lora, what the hell are you doing talking to him?" he says, with a greasy spatualy in his right hand shaking it to kid sister.
"Billy, it's none of your buissness who I talk to! So sit on it!" She says, her hazel eyes matched his own, as she glared at him.
Twenty year old Fred watched as this scene was taking place, he grins slightly, a smile for him, and looks to the girl as she comes back with his cofee. She doesn't dare look at those eyes,
or those lips, or else she would melt into a puddle for her annoying brother to mop up.
"Want..to.." he breaths in slightly, she had nice breast. "Sit with me?"
That done it! Loretta rushed to the seat across from him, breathing heavily. She takes off her white cap, that she always wore for this stupid job, just so she can get into college someday.
She blushes, and tilts her head to the side. Freddy looked at her again, she was beautiful. To him, at least, And no other person in his life, not even his own mother, stood up for him.
Sure, he killed a man. But, everyone in this town knew he abused him! But, no one did anything about it. And when the found him dead, they just ignored it.
Loretta spoke up after a moment. "My name is Loretta Johnson, nice to meet you...well, I already have earlier, but I didn't want to seem so square about it."
Fred took her hand, that felt so smooth, her skin surprisingly nice to touch, in his.
"Loretta," he says, tasting this name on his lips. "I'm Fred Krueger."
Loretta sighed happily, too young and naive to know what her future brought to her.
If any memories of Loretta Johnson-Kruegers life, this was one of the happiest.
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PRESENT
Katherine/Maggie held Kara on her hip as she spoke with Tracey, a long time friend. She wore a night robe, covering her white nightgown,
and bounced the three year old on her hip.
"Tracey, I'm fine. He...he hasn't been around since I last heard of him. And the kids said nothing," she says. Kara, in boredom, began to pull on Katherines
stray hairs that hang from her head, she wore her dark chesnut hair in a messed up bun. And little Kara spent her time playing with it.
"Tracey, don't worr----Kara, mommy is talking on the phone--yeah, your coming on Sunday? No, yeah, we'll love for you to---Kara mommy is talking,
its not nice to interupt--yeah Trace? Alright, uh huh, okay.Bye!" She hangs the cordless white phone onto the receiver, which is connected onto the wall,
and turns her attention back her her youngst daughter. "You're a handful, you know that?"
By that, Kara's frown turned into a huge toothy grin. She nods, her already squinted eyes, very small due to her disability, though she really acts like a normal
three year old girl, she replies in a husky voice, which comes natural to her. "But, you love me anyway mommy!"