Ok, next chapter up. This is longer than the last I'm pretty sure, but
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AMANDA-KRUEGER- How I enjoy getting reviews from you! You're the bomb! I love you! Did I mention that I loved you? Well I do! :D
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DEMONA TRPLE H- I love you ;) I do, really, I do. LOL thank you so much for your reviews too! You rock! Thank you thank you thank you!
TUESDAY MOURNING- A very special thank you to you as well as your darling bat minion Arboghast! He is very spunky indeed! I love you I love you LOL I think I'm getting rather obsessive eh? Lol, Must calm down Stephy! * silently twiddles thumbs*
METAL MYERS JASON- I agree, Michael Myers kicks ass! My friend is dressing up as him for a short film I am doing for my visual arts major work. Should be good hopefully... you rock!
CRAZYGURLSAM- Don't worry dear, theres more to come! Lots morer I hope, you rock! :D
BOOOONOOOO- Ok... I could handle the bedroom window peeking, but the whole bathroom window peeking is getting ridiculous! You really are starting to scare me now... I think I'm going to have to start putting Freddy on guard at night to watch out for you... You're definitely one to look out for!
And here goes the story... I hope its alright!
"Ah, the old hang out joint." Chuckled Freddy to himself. It was 2am and he had been wandering around aimlessly for about half an hour until he decided that it was no fun being sober. He toddled down to the old bar he used to hang out and pick up whores at, just for a drink or 7. As he stood in this moment of glory, reflecting back on his past life, a large man with an odd and terrible odor approached the mesmerized Freddy. He was much taller than Freddy, much wider too wearing a black leather vest, black pants and boots and a black bandana wrapped around his head like a bad impersonation of Rambo.
"What d'ya thinkin' yer doin' on ma side of town, eh?" he asked, an obvious slur in his words. Freddy however, took no notice of this, still staring at the building as if he was reliving his old life, playing back all the times he had entered this place and all the times he had exited with a new and even dirtier whore on his arm. Those good old days!
"I says what yer doin' ere? You's wantin' some trouble from me and ma mateses!" the man was now right up in Freddy's face, his hot alcohol smelling breath finding its way up Freddy's nostrils. Freddy, now distracted from his playbacks, took a step back from the man to look him all over.
"You're not worth my time." He stated flatly, stepping around the man to make his way into the bar.
Freddy felt an arm around his waist as he was yanked backwards hard and thrown into a brick wall covered in graffiti. The big biker dude hovered over him, staring down at the small burnt man. He let out a bellowing laugh.
"You's is all burnt like some shit motherfucka!" He looked down to see the glove of knives.
"What's you trying to be? That killer-ing guy on the fucking -*incoherent mumbling*- Elm street guy with the big- *incoherent mumbling and laughing* I'd fucken' knock that son of a bitch out with ma bare fists!" He broke out into hysterical laughter. Freddy rolled his eyes, pushing the guy backwards hard making an exit for himself. Once again, the large man pushed Freddy back up against the wall, refusing to let him leave.
"Where the fuck d'ya think yer goin' bitch?" he snarled at Freddy spraying Freddy with his saliva.
Freddy wiped the spit from his eye. "I'm going to get a drink, you don't like it?" asked Freddy tilting his head to side.
"I'm-a sendin' you off ta hell before you gets yourself a drink!" slurred the big man again, grabbing a hold of Freddy's jumper right at the neck.
Freddy calmly placed his hand on the man's wrist, pulling it off slowly. The man screeched in pain as if his skin was being ripped off the bone.
"Already been there fucker," said Freddy calmly. "I'm on vacation now!" And with that, Freddy snapped the man's wrist backwards, his bone snapping in place and piercing through the skin. The man howled in pain, letting go of Freddy and helplessly tried to pop his bone back into place in a desperate attempt to stop the pain.
"You're all the same!" growled Freddy angrily. "All the fucking same!" In a rage, Freddy swung his leg backwards and kicked the man in the stomach. He doubled over, falling to his knees, howling and clutching at both his stomach and wrist.
"You just can't mind your own fucking business can you?!" screamed Freddy, wildly kicking the man constantly until he was bleeding form every part of his body.
"I'm so sick of you! So fucking sick of you!" Freddy kicked and kicked, ignoring the world around him like he was in his own little place. The anger, the frustration, it was built up to such a max that he couldn't hold it in. Killing kids seemed like nothing now, all he wanted to do was release his anger and pain on someone who he thought would put up more of a fight than a stupid kid. Obviously this guy wasn't one of them.
Freddy noticed the man was unmoving as he stopped kicking, dropping to his knees, raising his gloved hand and bringing it down fast waiting to rip out the bastards eye balls. But something suddenly stopped him. He felt his hand fall to his side, limp and unmovable. He felt his own body collapse to the side, and he lay there, sprawled out on the floor. It wasn't his chest that hurt, it was his head, his mind. It felt like something was clawing its way into it, begging for a place amongst his thoughts and memories.
"Leave me alone!" cried Freddy. He felt so small, so vulnerable!
"Go away!" he tried his best to scream, but only a whimper was released. He clutched at his head, his chest, trying to scrape out whatever it was in him. Whatever it was trying to get in him.
Suddenly, instead of falling into the pit of blackness he had met so often, a bright light hit him and he was blinded for a split second. He searched frantically around, in fear someone was near and he wouldn't be ready to defend himself. When the blinding light finally went down, he found himself lying on a fuzzy dark orange carpet. He searched his whereabouts, dark brown walls, an old-fashioned dark red leather lounge setting and a warm fire crackling in the corner. It really would have looked quite warm and cozy for anyone who wasn't burned to death in a fire, so Freddy decided to keep his distance from the blaze. He slowly rose, still searching, waiting for an unwanted and unexpected surprise.
"I see you're up now." Came a voice from behind. Freddy spun quickly, ready to attack, but withdrew from his murderous spree. Instead he stood there, mouth hung open, gaping at the sight before him. It was... him! Sitting in a large red comfy seat, legs crossed wearing brown trousers much like his own and a white jumper with a black jacket over the top, sat another Freddy. But this Freddy didn't bare the scars the other Freddy bore. This Freddy was alive.
"What the- who are you?" asked the burnt up Freddy.
"Who do I look like?" was the copies reply.
Burnt Freddy raised an eyebrow at the cocky copy. "Don't fuck around cock sucker." Was his only reply.
The other living Freddy smiled. "Just call me Krueger, it'll save a lot of confusion."
"What confusion?" asked Freddy.
"Forget it." Replied Krueger.
"Who and what are you?" asked Freddy, his nerves beginning to jump around like little jumping beans. He wasn't ready to play 20 questions.
"I thought it was obvious." Replied Krueger casually.
Freddy bit his bottom lip in frustration, stepping forward, hand ready to slash the clone, but then held himself back, wanting more answers.
"I'm not joking here asshole! Ok, let's just say that I already know you, but my question is now WHAT are you?"
Krueger stood up, wrapping his coat around his frame. "I am you from a parallel universe. Don't start thinking this is some cocky science fiction bullshit! I'm just you taking a different path."
Freddy growled. "Let me guess, you're a preschool teacher!"
Krueger laughed loudly. "I think not. I'm just the same as you, but in different form."
He stepped closer to Freddy, taking a good look over him before nodding his head and smiling.
"Yep, I'm ready, I think I will like the whole bad ass dream demon bullshit!" he laughed again, leaving Freddy in frustrated suspense.
"What!" yelled Freddy. "What the fuck are you going on about?"
Krueger's expression suddenly changed from Mr Cheerful to Mr Serious.
"Here's the deal. Remember when we got out of prison and those parents tried to burn us alive?"
Freddy raised his eye brow. "Tried? Look at me you bastard! They DID burn me alive!"
"Yes..." agreed Krueger. "But as you can see, I am not! That is where we went our separate ways!" Krueger walked back to his seat, sitting down preparing himself for his explanatory story.
"You see, in my world, I escaped the blaze. I barely got out, but I made it. The parents were under the impression that I was indeed dead. But I was anything but. I continued to kill my children, leading them out to my boiler room. It was so much fun! I just want to live it all over again!" he laughed maniacally.
"Get to the point asshole." Stated Freddy, obviously getting bored.
Now it was Krueger's turn to raise an eye brow. "Yes, well I've had my share of screw ups, but that's besides the point. Like I said before, I want to relive it all. And I know you do too. So I'm offering you a deal." Krueger leant back in his chair professionally. Freddy's nose twitched in anticipation.
"You-" Krueger pointed to Freddy. "And me-" He pointed back to himself. "Swap."
Freddy rolled his eyes. "What are you on damnit? Swap? What do you mean 'swap'? Stop being so damn vague!"
"Well if you stopped being such an impatient bastard who won't shut up for 15 seconds so I can EXPLAIN what I mean, then perhaps you wouldn't have to question me so much." said Krueger matter of factly. Freddy grumbled something incoherent to himself.
"Anyway, back to what I was saying, if we swap places, everything will go back to when the fire was lit. You would escape, I would burn. You re-do all of my kills in your own fun, exciting and loving ways, whilst still being alive, I'll do all of yours burnt. Capisce?"
Freddy eyed his copy off. There was something he just didn't trust. "Question, if I may ask?" said Freddy politely.
Krueger waved his hand as if to say continue.
"Why would anyone in their right mind WANT to be burnt alive?"
Krueger smiled. "Simple. I want to experience the bliss of holding someone's life in my hands in the place they would least expect it, the place they cherish and look up to as a safe place. In their dreams."
Freddy still didn't trust the guy, but he understood his desire. Becoming a dream demon was one of the best things that ever happened to Freddy, apart from the many other life treasures like beer and knives. Freddy clicked his tongue in his mouth, thinking. Krueger sat disturbingly patient, making Freddy feel less and less comfortable. Since when was he ever THAT patient? Must be another trait of the parallel universe Freddy, he thought.
"Come to a conclusion?" asked Krueger with a sickly smile. Freddy felt a little nervous and hesitant, but not wanting to have to keep this tension for any longer than necessary, he spoke up.
"What do I have to do?"
Krueger smiled, reaching his arm back behind his seat, pulling out a weapon Freddy knew all too well. The glove of knives. Freddy took this as a sign as he slowly raised his own hand of knives, both identical as if they wore the same one.
Krueger slowly stood up, walking towards Freddy, knives raised. Freddy did the same. Soon they were only inches from penetrating each other with their knives. Freddy, slightly shocked by his current position hesitantly stepped backwards. The feeling he had that something was not right, something was just so weird and fake flew itself upon him giving him uncomfortable thoughts.
"I don't think I want to do this anymore. I'm not ready for this." Said Freddy out loud. He didn't care if he sounded like a teenage girl about to give away her virginity to a boy she had only been going out with for a week, he just didn't care. He knew when something was fucked up. And this situation was fucked up!
But before he could stop anything and turn away, Krueger tightly grabbed his hand wearing the glove, yanking it forward and imbedding it deep within his own flesh. In return, he dug his own glove into Freddy's stomach, causing Freddy to heave and convulse, a cry escaping his mouth as it then filled with blood. Freddy looked up at Krueger, who stood there as if nothing was wrong. Streams of blood dripped from his mouth, but his smile and his eyes seemed to show one hell of a sadistic nature. It was almost as if he was enjoying his death.
Freddy felt his knees go weak, slowly collapsing, Krueger following him as he fell to his knees. In one last attempt to redeem himself in any pitiful way possible, Freddy looked up at Krueger, spitting out a glob of blood.
"I hope the burning is as painful for you as it was for me!" Once again, Freddy felt himself lose control and fall back into a black void of nothingness.
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Light. Too much sunlight shone in through the window, stinging at Freddy's tired and sore eyes, but definitely bringing a joyful presence in the room. His soft pillow seemed nice against his face, so he pushed his head in further, hoping to block out the sunlight until a later time when he was completely awake and could appreciate it more, as well as all other noises floating around in the air. Taking advantage of the fact that there were 2 pillows, he dug his head deeply in between them, one pillow to block each ear, and pulled the nice warm blanket up to the back of his neck. Now that he was nice and warm, and once again in the dark, he could fall back asleep again and continue on about that dream that he had with all those wonderful things happening.
Wait...
Sunlight bringing a joyful presence into the room?
The wanting to appreciate the sun?
Dreams of wonderful things?
What the hell was going on?
Where was he?
What was he doing there?
And most importantly... WHO was he?
Freddy quickly raised his head, springing out of bed as if he was on fire and looked around in shock.
"Oh my holy hell fuck..." he whispered to himself. He spun around to find himself looking into a mirror. His hair was messy. A white singlet and blue cotton boxer shorts draped his body, along with one leg wrapped up in a cast. He slowly lifted his singlet to reveal bandages wrapped tightly around his abdomen. He touched it gently with his finger tips and cried out softly in pain. He dropped his singlet and looked back up at his white complexion. White complexion? His skin! It was so... white! Somewhat healthy looking! But wait... why *wouldn't* it be healthy? He couldn't remember anything at all that had happened before waking up... he couldn't remember anything at all period! How he got the cast, why he had a bandage around him, why he woke up in THAT bed, why anything?!?!
"Fred sweety, is that you? Are you awake?" came a voice from behind the closed door.
Freddy looked around worriedly. Fred? Was that his name?
"Umm... I'm err...." Freddy was unable to finish his sentence when suddenly a woman walked into the room, a bright floral dress on, and an apron. Her smile was huge and she carried in a green mug full of soup.
"Fred sweety! Remember what the doctor said! You shouldn't get out of bed! Now back in!" She placed the mug down and, taking Freddy's arm, led him back to the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest.
"Sweety, I brought you some nice hot soup!" She reached over and grabbed the mug, placing it on the table next to him.
"Now, no more getting up out of bed!" she smiled softly and sat on the bed, staring into his eyes. Freddy felt more than a little uncomfortable, this ladies face was familiar, but who she was? He just didn't know. He looked past her to see a dresser in the corner, on top sat a gold photo frame with himself and this lady, holding each other in a loving embrace. Down the bottom read in fancy italic writing, "Fred and Loretta, till death do us part."
Freddy's mouth hung open. "Loretta?" he said softly.
"Yes dear?" she asked, a happy tone in her voice.
The shock was over whelming. The confusion was too strong. So many question, no answers! Freddy couldn't take this. He couldn't take the heavy feeling in his head or chest. He couldn't help but slip his head back on the pillow, his eye lids falling fast against his will as he fell back into that void of darkness he was now starting to call his home.
AMANDA-KRUEGER- How I enjoy getting reviews from you! You're the bomb! I love you! Did I mention that I loved you? Well I do! :D
ALEXANDREA S- Did I tell you I loved you too? Well I do! Thank you so much for your reviews ^_^ Thank you thank you thank you!
DEMONA TRPLE H- I love you ;) I do, really, I do. LOL thank you so much for your reviews too! You rock! Thank you thank you thank you!
TUESDAY MOURNING- A very special thank you to you as well as your darling bat minion Arboghast! He is very spunky indeed! I love you I love you LOL I think I'm getting rather obsessive eh? Lol, Must calm down Stephy! * silently twiddles thumbs*
METAL MYERS JASON- I agree, Michael Myers kicks ass! My friend is dressing up as him for a short film I am doing for my visual arts major work. Should be good hopefully... you rock!
CRAZYGURLSAM- Don't worry dear, theres more to come! Lots morer I hope, you rock! :D
BOOOONOOOO- Ok... I could handle the bedroom window peeking, but the whole bathroom window peeking is getting ridiculous! You really are starting to scare me now... I think I'm going to have to start putting Freddy on guard at night to watch out for you... You're definitely one to look out for!
And here goes the story... I hope its alright!
"Ah, the old hang out joint." Chuckled Freddy to himself. It was 2am and he had been wandering around aimlessly for about half an hour until he decided that it was no fun being sober. He toddled down to the old bar he used to hang out and pick up whores at, just for a drink or 7. As he stood in this moment of glory, reflecting back on his past life, a large man with an odd and terrible odor approached the mesmerized Freddy. He was much taller than Freddy, much wider too wearing a black leather vest, black pants and boots and a black bandana wrapped around his head like a bad impersonation of Rambo.
"What d'ya thinkin' yer doin' on ma side of town, eh?" he asked, an obvious slur in his words. Freddy however, took no notice of this, still staring at the building as if he was reliving his old life, playing back all the times he had entered this place and all the times he had exited with a new and even dirtier whore on his arm. Those good old days!
"I says what yer doin' ere? You's wantin' some trouble from me and ma mateses!" the man was now right up in Freddy's face, his hot alcohol smelling breath finding its way up Freddy's nostrils. Freddy, now distracted from his playbacks, took a step back from the man to look him all over.
"You're not worth my time." He stated flatly, stepping around the man to make his way into the bar.
Freddy felt an arm around his waist as he was yanked backwards hard and thrown into a brick wall covered in graffiti. The big biker dude hovered over him, staring down at the small burnt man. He let out a bellowing laugh.
"You's is all burnt like some shit motherfucka!" He looked down to see the glove of knives.
"What's you trying to be? That killer-ing guy on the fucking -*incoherent mumbling*- Elm street guy with the big- *incoherent mumbling and laughing* I'd fucken' knock that son of a bitch out with ma bare fists!" He broke out into hysterical laughter. Freddy rolled his eyes, pushing the guy backwards hard making an exit for himself. Once again, the large man pushed Freddy back up against the wall, refusing to let him leave.
"Where the fuck d'ya think yer goin' bitch?" he snarled at Freddy spraying Freddy with his saliva.
Freddy wiped the spit from his eye. "I'm going to get a drink, you don't like it?" asked Freddy tilting his head to side.
"I'm-a sendin' you off ta hell before you gets yourself a drink!" slurred the big man again, grabbing a hold of Freddy's jumper right at the neck.
Freddy calmly placed his hand on the man's wrist, pulling it off slowly. The man screeched in pain as if his skin was being ripped off the bone.
"Already been there fucker," said Freddy calmly. "I'm on vacation now!" And with that, Freddy snapped the man's wrist backwards, his bone snapping in place and piercing through the skin. The man howled in pain, letting go of Freddy and helplessly tried to pop his bone back into place in a desperate attempt to stop the pain.
"You're all the same!" growled Freddy angrily. "All the fucking same!" In a rage, Freddy swung his leg backwards and kicked the man in the stomach. He doubled over, falling to his knees, howling and clutching at both his stomach and wrist.
"You just can't mind your own fucking business can you?!" screamed Freddy, wildly kicking the man constantly until he was bleeding form every part of his body.
"I'm so sick of you! So fucking sick of you!" Freddy kicked and kicked, ignoring the world around him like he was in his own little place. The anger, the frustration, it was built up to such a max that he couldn't hold it in. Killing kids seemed like nothing now, all he wanted to do was release his anger and pain on someone who he thought would put up more of a fight than a stupid kid. Obviously this guy wasn't one of them.
Freddy noticed the man was unmoving as he stopped kicking, dropping to his knees, raising his gloved hand and bringing it down fast waiting to rip out the bastards eye balls. But something suddenly stopped him. He felt his hand fall to his side, limp and unmovable. He felt his own body collapse to the side, and he lay there, sprawled out on the floor. It wasn't his chest that hurt, it was his head, his mind. It felt like something was clawing its way into it, begging for a place amongst his thoughts and memories.
"Leave me alone!" cried Freddy. He felt so small, so vulnerable!
"Go away!" he tried his best to scream, but only a whimper was released. He clutched at his head, his chest, trying to scrape out whatever it was in him. Whatever it was trying to get in him.
Suddenly, instead of falling into the pit of blackness he had met so often, a bright light hit him and he was blinded for a split second. He searched frantically around, in fear someone was near and he wouldn't be ready to defend himself. When the blinding light finally went down, he found himself lying on a fuzzy dark orange carpet. He searched his whereabouts, dark brown walls, an old-fashioned dark red leather lounge setting and a warm fire crackling in the corner. It really would have looked quite warm and cozy for anyone who wasn't burned to death in a fire, so Freddy decided to keep his distance from the blaze. He slowly rose, still searching, waiting for an unwanted and unexpected surprise.
"I see you're up now." Came a voice from behind. Freddy spun quickly, ready to attack, but withdrew from his murderous spree. Instead he stood there, mouth hung open, gaping at the sight before him. It was... him! Sitting in a large red comfy seat, legs crossed wearing brown trousers much like his own and a white jumper with a black jacket over the top, sat another Freddy. But this Freddy didn't bare the scars the other Freddy bore. This Freddy was alive.
"What the- who are you?" asked the burnt up Freddy.
"Who do I look like?" was the copies reply.
Burnt Freddy raised an eyebrow at the cocky copy. "Don't fuck around cock sucker." Was his only reply.
The other living Freddy smiled. "Just call me Krueger, it'll save a lot of confusion."
"What confusion?" asked Freddy.
"Forget it." Replied Krueger.
"Who and what are you?" asked Freddy, his nerves beginning to jump around like little jumping beans. He wasn't ready to play 20 questions.
"I thought it was obvious." Replied Krueger casually.
Freddy bit his bottom lip in frustration, stepping forward, hand ready to slash the clone, but then held himself back, wanting more answers.
"I'm not joking here asshole! Ok, let's just say that I already know you, but my question is now WHAT are you?"
Krueger stood up, wrapping his coat around his frame. "I am you from a parallel universe. Don't start thinking this is some cocky science fiction bullshit! I'm just you taking a different path."
Freddy growled. "Let me guess, you're a preschool teacher!"
Krueger laughed loudly. "I think not. I'm just the same as you, but in different form."
He stepped closer to Freddy, taking a good look over him before nodding his head and smiling.
"Yep, I'm ready, I think I will like the whole bad ass dream demon bullshit!" he laughed again, leaving Freddy in frustrated suspense.
"What!" yelled Freddy. "What the fuck are you going on about?"
Krueger's expression suddenly changed from Mr Cheerful to Mr Serious.
"Here's the deal. Remember when we got out of prison and those parents tried to burn us alive?"
Freddy raised his eye brow. "Tried? Look at me you bastard! They DID burn me alive!"
"Yes..." agreed Krueger. "But as you can see, I am not! That is where we went our separate ways!" Krueger walked back to his seat, sitting down preparing himself for his explanatory story.
"You see, in my world, I escaped the blaze. I barely got out, but I made it. The parents were under the impression that I was indeed dead. But I was anything but. I continued to kill my children, leading them out to my boiler room. It was so much fun! I just want to live it all over again!" he laughed maniacally.
"Get to the point asshole." Stated Freddy, obviously getting bored.
Now it was Krueger's turn to raise an eye brow. "Yes, well I've had my share of screw ups, but that's besides the point. Like I said before, I want to relive it all. And I know you do too. So I'm offering you a deal." Krueger leant back in his chair professionally. Freddy's nose twitched in anticipation.
"You-" Krueger pointed to Freddy. "And me-" He pointed back to himself. "Swap."
Freddy rolled his eyes. "What are you on damnit? Swap? What do you mean 'swap'? Stop being so damn vague!"
"Well if you stopped being such an impatient bastard who won't shut up for 15 seconds so I can EXPLAIN what I mean, then perhaps you wouldn't have to question me so much." said Krueger matter of factly. Freddy grumbled something incoherent to himself.
"Anyway, back to what I was saying, if we swap places, everything will go back to when the fire was lit. You would escape, I would burn. You re-do all of my kills in your own fun, exciting and loving ways, whilst still being alive, I'll do all of yours burnt. Capisce?"
Freddy eyed his copy off. There was something he just didn't trust. "Question, if I may ask?" said Freddy politely.
Krueger waved his hand as if to say continue.
"Why would anyone in their right mind WANT to be burnt alive?"
Krueger smiled. "Simple. I want to experience the bliss of holding someone's life in my hands in the place they would least expect it, the place they cherish and look up to as a safe place. In their dreams."
Freddy still didn't trust the guy, but he understood his desire. Becoming a dream demon was one of the best things that ever happened to Freddy, apart from the many other life treasures like beer and knives. Freddy clicked his tongue in his mouth, thinking. Krueger sat disturbingly patient, making Freddy feel less and less comfortable. Since when was he ever THAT patient? Must be another trait of the parallel universe Freddy, he thought.
"Come to a conclusion?" asked Krueger with a sickly smile. Freddy felt a little nervous and hesitant, but not wanting to have to keep this tension for any longer than necessary, he spoke up.
"What do I have to do?"
Krueger smiled, reaching his arm back behind his seat, pulling out a weapon Freddy knew all too well. The glove of knives. Freddy took this as a sign as he slowly raised his own hand of knives, both identical as if they wore the same one.
Krueger slowly stood up, walking towards Freddy, knives raised. Freddy did the same. Soon they were only inches from penetrating each other with their knives. Freddy, slightly shocked by his current position hesitantly stepped backwards. The feeling he had that something was not right, something was just so weird and fake flew itself upon him giving him uncomfortable thoughts.
"I don't think I want to do this anymore. I'm not ready for this." Said Freddy out loud. He didn't care if he sounded like a teenage girl about to give away her virginity to a boy she had only been going out with for a week, he just didn't care. He knew when something was fucked up. And this situation was fucked up!
But before he could stop anything and turn away, Krueger tightly grabbed his hand wearing the glove, yanking it forward and imbedding it deep within his own flesh. In return, he dug his own glove into Freddy's stomach, causing Freddy to heave and convulse, a cry escaping his mouth as it then filled with blood. Freddy looked up at Krueger, who stood there as if nothing was wrong. Streams of blood dripped from his mouth, but his smile and his eyes seemed to show one hell of a sadistic nature. It was almost as if he was enjoying his death.
Freddy felt his knees go weak, slowly collapsing, Krueger following him as he fell to his knees. In one last attempt to redeem himself in any pitiful way possible, Freddy looked up at Krueger, spitting out a glob of blood.
"I hope the burning is as painful for you as it was for me!" Once again, Freddy felt himself lose control and fall back into a black void of nothingness.
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Light. Too much sunlight shone in through the window, stinging at Freddy's tired and sore eyes, but definitely bringing a joyful presence in the room. His soft pillow seemed nice against his face, so he pushed his head in further, hoping to block out the sunlight until a later time when he was completely awake and could appreciate it more, as well as all other noises floating around in the air. Taking advantage of the fact that there were 2 pillows, he dug his head deeply in between them, one pillow to block each ear, and pulled the nice warm blanket up to the back of his neck. Now that he was nice and warm, and once again in the dark, he could fall back asleep again and continue on about that dream that he had with all those wonderful things happening.
Wait...
Sunlight bringing a joyful presence into the room?
The wanting to appreciate the sun?
Dreams of wonderful things?
What the hell was going on?
Where was he?
What was he doing there?
And most importantly... WHO was he?
Freddy quickly raised his head, springing out of bed as if he was on fire and looked around in shock.
"Oh my holy hell fuck..." he whispered to himself. He spun around to find himself looking into a mirror. His hair was messy. A white singlet and blue cotton boxer shorts draped his body, along with one leg wrapped up in a cast. He slowly lifted his singlet to reveal bandages wrapped tightly around his abdomen. He touched it gently with his finger tips and cried out softly in pain. He dropped his singlet and looked back up at his white complexion. White complexion? His skin! It was so... white! Somewhat healthy looking! But wait... why *wouldn't* it be healthy? He couldn't remember anything at all that had happened before waking up... he couldn't remember anything at all period! How he got the cast, why he had a bandage around him, why he woke up in THAT bed, why anything?!?!
"Fred sweety, is that you? Are you awake?" came a voice from behind the closed door.
Freddy looked around worriedly. Fred? Was that his name?
"Umm... I'm err...." Freddy was unable to finish his sentence when suddenly a woman walked into the room, a bright floral dress on, and an apron. Her smile was huge and she carried in a green mug full of soup.
"Fred sweety! Remember what the doctor said! You shouldn't get out of bed! Now back in!" She placed the mug down and, taking Freddy's arm, led him back to the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest.
"Sweety, I brought you some nice hot soup!" She reached over and grabbed the mug, placing it on the table next to him.
"Now, no more getting up out of bed!" she smiled softly and sat on the bed, staring into his eyes. Freddy felt more than a little uncomfortable, this ladies face was familiar, but who she was? He just didn't know. He looked past her to see a dresser in the corner, on top sat a gold photo frame with himself and this lady, holding each other in a loving embrace. Down the bottom read in fancy italic writing, "Fred and Loretta, till death do us part."
Freddy's mouth hung open. "Loretta?" he said softly.
"Yes dear?" she asked, a happy tone in her voice.
The shock was over whelming. The confusion was too strong. So many question, no answers! Freddy couldn't take this. He couldn't take the heavy feeling in his head or chest. He couldn't help but slip his head back on the pillow, his eye lids falling fast against his will as he fell back into that void of darkness he was now starting to call his home.