Author's Note: This chapter goes back in time a little bit, specifically two years. I did this to correspond with Chapter 6, and later in the story, you'll see why... Read on please, and write some reviews. I need props!
Chapter 7
Two Years Ago
Klarc walks to his kitchen, a joint hanging out of his mouth. He is high, like always, but it is understandable. Even though he has made fun of Jack's parents in the past, his are no better. Both his mother and father are never home, and although smart in most subjects, parenting is not one of them. Believing that problems at home can be worked out on their own is obviously not solving anything.
Klarc, now two years older but not two years smarter, isn't the same as he was during middle school. Bullying is not his strong point; lately, nothing is. Unbelievably, his grades have dropped lower than before, and instead of hanging with friends, he sits at home smoking dope and trying to get the ultimate high. And what friends does he have to hang out with? After his meeting with drugs, his friends dropped their relations with him.
He travels to the fridge, grabs a beer, and pops the top. Though underage, he has his ways of getting booze, stealing being one of them. After draining the beer, he makes his way back to the couch, where the soft blue glow of the television screen is warm and inviting. He sits back in the chair, letting sleep take over him.
He wakes up, or at least, it feels like it. But his surroundings seem different... Something isn't right. He gets up, looking around. The walls look like putty, melting away. He thinks that it is the affect of the pot on his mind, but it isn't. It is a dream world, one that can be altered any way that the master wants.
The master is Freddy, a hideous figure that is now only a shadow of the man he once was. Although it is hard to call Freddy a man in his life before he was burnt. Freddy was a sexual predator, a psychotic child molester.
Freddy pops up behind Klarc. They say evil is attracted to evil, but the different levels of evil are apparent in this room.
"How ya doin', stoner?" Freddy says as he puts his cold, metal claws on the back of his neck.
"Who the fuck are you?" asks Klarc, and he whirls around. Freddy is not there.
"Over here, dipshit. My name's Freddy, but I believe, in your head, you already know me. You see, I know you. I have been in your dreams, in your head like a fucking leech. I know what you think about, what you want, and even who you'd like to fuck!"
"Yeah, right. I know what this is. It's happened before. This is just because I'm high."
"Let me prove it to you, Klarc." Freddy suddenly appears right in front of Klarc and grabs him by the neck. "You wish you had better parents, you think about being smarter. And for who you'd like to fuck... Let's see. Ms. Jessie Colton. Right. Am I right or what. Because I don't fuck around here. You think I'm joking?" Freddy raises his clawed arm, pushing it to Klarc's neck just enough to make a little cut. "I will stab the fuckin' shit out of you. You'll be bleeding like a stuck pig, and then I'll take your insides out and make your parents eat them while I fuck your mom. How do you think they would like that?"
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?" Klarc sounds genuinely scared now.
"Yeah, I know I am, and I pride myself on it all the time. Now you're gonna do what I say, or you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison while I torture you. Think about it. You in prison, sleeping. Me in your dreams. I will torture you. And you know what? No one will be able to stop me. Except for you, of course. But what the fuck are you gonna do? Spit on me?"