The Revenge of Freddy Chapter 8: A Request for Klarc, Part II, an a nightmare on elm street fanfic

Author's Note: This chapter is still set two years ago, and is the second part to Chapter 7. These chapters are set 3 years after the events in Chapter 6. Kind of confusing, I know, but I promise there is a reason for it.

Chapter 8

Freddy lets go of Klarc, letting the boy fall to the floor. "So, are you going to follow through and do the right thing, or am I going to have to torture you for the rest of your life? Because either way, it's fun for me. Torture feels good, and no matter what, I will eventually kill you. You can make it easy, or you can make it hard. You can decide."

Klarc grabs his neck. "You fucker, you could have killed me right there!"

Freddy grins, his crooked teeth seeming to gleam. "That is the whole point. I want to scare the shit out of you before I actually do kill you. Now... For my request."

"What is it. I don't wanna die, so I will do whatever you want."

Freddy licks his lips, and Klarc can see the madness in his eyes. Suddenly, Klarc's eyes start to bleed. "Quit staring at me. I can blur your vision so much you want be able to fucking take a piss without someone helping you!"

The blood is running down Klarc's face now, and Klarc cannot see. He bumps into the coffee table and the beer bottle falls off. "What the fuck did you do to me? It feels like someone is squeezing my eyes!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing. You're pretty smart when you're about to die. Ever wonder what it feels like to have an eye pop? I'll show you!" Freddy shoves his hand into the air, flexing his arm. He slowly clenches his hand together into a fist, and pulls back.

Klarc's eye flies out of its position in his skull, the cords hooking it to the back of his head severed. Freddy grabs it and puts it in his pocket. "Just a little souvenir, and a little reminder of what else I can do to you if you don't listen to my demand."

The blood gushes down Klarc's face, the place where his eye was now just a cavity in his face. "OH GOD!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! IT HURTS SO BAAAAD!" he screams as his hands instinctively rush up to where his eye had been.

"Stop being such a pussy. Suck it up and take it like a man. Ready to listen to what I have to say?"

"Yes, yes! Just make the pain go away!" Klarc is still grabbing at the new hole in his head.

"Afraid I can't do that. Just wouldn't do to give you your eye back. Now here's my proposal. The cops are coming for you. An anonymous tip has given that there is illegal substance abuse at this house, and who else is here? Just you Klarc. I will be gone when they get here. But now for the request. You will let the cops in. They will find the pot, the drugs, the alcohol, and will want to take you back to the station. But you won't go, will you? No... You will take your gun. Yes, the one that is sitting on the desk, on your right."

Klarc looks to his right. "But we don't own a gun."

Freddy grins and points to the desk. "Now you do. Problem solved." The gun appears on top of the books that are piled all over the desk. "Now, you will take that gun, and push it to your mouth. You will say to them, 'Freddy has returned', and pull the trigger. I could kill you myself, and make it easier, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? No, it wouldn't. So you will kill yourself, leaving a nice big mess for the ME to clean up. And why do I want you dead? I like torturing people, but I need your help. I am going to get revenge on Chris and his friends, and you will help me. You don't know it, but you have the potential to be just as evil as me."

Freddy leaves, and this time, Klarc really wakes up. He fumbles at his face. His eye is still missing.

There is a knock at the door. Klarc can see the flashes of red and blue shining on the walls, and knows that it is the police. He grabs the gun and