DIMENSIONS CHAPTER 5
Freddy watched the scene playing out before him with a rage that scared even him. It wasn't enough that the fucks were alive, but they were happy as well! Married, adopting, in a nice house with a nice fucking view--It wasn't fair! After all the shit they put him through, how dare they live the good life while he rotted here in hell? His rage grew even more as he pondered courses of action; fruitless since he was never going to get out of here. The door to the antechamber creaked open and Freddy reacted, expertly flicking his hand so his glove flew off, hitting the poor unfortunate in the chest.
"Well," a voice drawled, "isn't this...original. Trying to kill what's already dead." Freddy scowled and fixed his attention on the speaker. A baby-faced young man stood before him, dressed in--of all things--an expensively cut 3-piece suit. Diamond cuff links sparkled at his wrists and Freddy could've sworn that his watch was Cartier--not that he knew about such things, of course. Let the little hellspawn faggot run around in his jewels and suits and scented panties; Freddy didn't give a shit. He did wonder what the ponce wanted, though.
"What the fuck d'ya want?" Freddy's patience was wearing thin, especially since Baby Face merely stared at him, his own bladed glove quivering with the man's breath like some strange tuning fork. Baby Face glanced down with an amused smirk, plucked the glove from his chest, tsk'd at the damage to his suit, and tossed the glove back to Freddy.
"Interesting," Baby Face drawled slowly. "Normally Father's upper crust has a bit more manners. I assume you don't know who I am?" He stared at Freddy as if he should drop to his knees in abject worship; Freddy just rolled his eyes and turned away. He didn't have time for...he actually yelped in suprise as he flew through the air, slamming into a wall and sliding to the ground. He got up slowly, intent on ripping the fucker's spleen out through his nostrils, when a thought hit him: Normally Father's upper crust....realization hit and he smiled.
"Well well well," Freddy said, "It's Satan's little human bastard. Bout time you came to check on Daddy. He's slipping."
"I know, that's why I came to have a chat with you. And it's Damien, if you don't mind." Damien looked down at his suit again, passing a dismissive hand over his shirt. The tears vanished without a trace. He waved his hand again and a throne, velvet lined and comfortable, appeared. Damien took his time in seating himself, crossing his legs and flicking imaginary specks of...whatever..from his precious suit. He looked like a king preparing to receive petitions from his loyal subjects, and Freddy just rolled his eyes at the theatrics.
"Hey, maybe when you're done with your Puff Daddy bit, think ya'd like to tell me what we're supposed to chat about?" Damien looked up from his preening, snapping a dark gaze to the Dream Deamon's face; Freddy wisely shut up. Not that he couldn't take the little fruit if it came to that, but Freddy was intruigued by Damien's interest, so he waited--for him, patiently--until the shit decided to finish playing The Emperor's New Groove long enough to get to the fucking point.
Damien just chuckled; he was clearly amused. "I don't have to tell you that you've created quite a stir around here in the three years since your arrival, do I?" He glanced at Freddy's face; Freddy made a point of studying his glove with a bored expression. Damien laughed. "Never mind then, I know you know you've shaken things up. Not that that's a bad thing; but Father does like to keep enough order around here to remind everyone who's in charge. You've challenged that. Naturally, Father's not pleased. He wants rid of you, you know, so you won't be a threat to his rule. The problem, however, is what to do with you. The only place to go is up, however, that's usually a reward, not a punishment."
He paused, and Freddy looked up from his glove. "So?
"In a nutshell, if you're allowed to remain here, you can possibly wrest my Father's kingdom from him; if we were to send you back up, your special..talents...would prevent any new souls from coming in. It wasn't a problem when you were sticking to little kids; they weren't corrupted yet, their souls couldn't enter. But you've moved up to teenagers, with all their drinking and smoking and sex. A corrupted child's soul is special, it gives Father more power. And you've been taking that power from him. So the question is, what to do with you?"
Freddy looked at Damien a long time, then he shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. All I know is I want to go home, where I belong. My children..."
"Oh yes, your precious children, your Elm Street brats. Theme killing, how deliciously original." Damien sneered and Freddy took a step forward, murder in his eyes. Damien raised a languid hand and Freddy stepped back. "Good boy," he said, the sneer growing. "Now, if you're ready to listen to what I have to say..."
"I've been listening to you, y'wanna get to the fuckin' point?" Freddy's patience had reached breaking point; this only seemed to amuse Damien more. He rose lazily from his chair and walked over to one of the scrying pools, touching it lightly. "Now, if you're ready to listen to what I have to say," he said again, as if Freddy hadn't spoken. "I have a proposition for you. One that could benefit us all."
"I figured. What's the 'you' in 'us all' have to do with me?" Freddy glared at him suspiciously; Damien merely smiled.
"I want to rule Hell, you obviously have no interest in our little kingdom, though there are those who would follow you in a heartbeat if you so chose." Damien looked closely at Freddy, Freddy shrugged again. "I thought as much. So here's the deal: I send you back to finish your work. I've already spoken with the Dream Daemons and they've agreed to help you again. Only they won't give you the souls of any adults you kill. Those are to be mine. " He'd have gone on, but Freddy interrupted him.
"Why the fuck would I wanna kill any adults? That's not my bag and you know it." Something was up and he wanted to know what it was. "Is this some kind of test? Or trap? I'm warning you..." He took another step forward, then abruptly found himself face-down in some sort of liquid. It made the fire that had taken his life seem like ice cream in comparison. Freddy couldn't help himself, he screamed, inhaling the liquid fire and struggling to spit it out. He was yanked out mercifully and flung to the ground, where he lay, gasping reflexively for uneeded breath. He glared up at Damien, who was calmly still standing next to the scrying pool, smirking.
"Ready to continue this conversation, or would you like to go for another swim?" Freddy remained silent. "I thought so. Now come here." Without waiting for Freddy to move, Damien touched the pool he was next to. Freddy climbed to his feet and slowly stalked over to the devil's side, looking down into the pool. The sight that met his eyes made him growl with hatred. There was his Springwood, happy couples, young and old, strolling the streets, laughing and talking animatedly. The scene changed and there was Katherine, his Katherine, snuggled next to that damn "doctor" and their brat. No longer a teen, but Freddy would enjoy making an exception of killing her. The little whore was gonna pay, and as far as that fat, black bastard went....oh the fun he was going to have!
While he watched the cozy little scene, Damien had walked to another pool, touching its surface and beckoning Freddy over. They looked into the pool and there was his grandpa self again, preparing for bed along with that whore Loretta. They looked happy as they chatted about the events of the day. Damien walked over to a third pool; there was his daughter's bitch alternate, arguing with a handsome young man. Freddy's interest peaked for a moment, she looked truly miserable. Then man said something with a disgusted look, then stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Kathy burst into tears, flinging herself onto the couch for a long moment, then picking up the phone and dialing a number. As she talked, Damien smiled. Freddy looked at him, puzzled.
"What's going on?" he asked. "Shhh, just watch. Did you know that we can sometimes influence events from down here?" Freddy shook his head, still puzzled. Damien's smile grew wider as he walked back to the first pool, waving his hand over it. Freddy's puzzlement only grew as Tracy sleepily got up and stumbled to her own room. Damien went back to the second pool and waved his hand again; Fred took his wife into his arms and murmered something into her ear. She giggled girlishly and turned the light off. Damien repeated the process with the third pool. Kathy spoke more urgently into the phone, then hung up and went upstairs to her room, stripping her clothing as she went. Damien's smile near took in the tips of his ears; Freddy just shook his head.
"I knew you were a perverted bastard, but is now the time for Hell's Horniest Videos? And what the hell's this got to do with sending me back up?" Damien grinned broadly.
"Just watch, my doubtful friend, and I'll explain. Everything has a purpose here in Hell...." Damien put a mock friendly arm around Freddy's shoulders, glancing back into the pools. Freddy let his curiosity overcome his anger and allowed the touch. Together they watched events unfold....
