Blake Takes Freddy: Final Battle?

Josh had just been killed. The knowledge of where Freddy's daughter went remains a mystery. Freddy was devastated…weakened…furious. Blake had been created, not improved. Blake was the problem of the week. Blake had been on a mission. He was thought with all of them, boys, girls, adults…dead. No all that was left was two victims, and one of them was FREDDY!

"So, here we are again my good friend." Freddy walked a little to the side of the balcony. "What could we do to pass the time?" Suddenly, Blake was strapped to a rotating clock. Freddy held in his hands 12 knives. Blake face remained emotionless. He wasn't scared, or sad, or happy, just a solid face. Freddy threw one knife, near his head.

"Oh, bad luck, 11 more…don't worry." Then he threw three more at Blake. All missed, but in a circular pattern around his head. Blake did not flinch. Freddy smiled. This was entertaining. He didn't get to do this with most people.

"Rats. Just a bad hand you know." Freddy put the knives in his right hand, the one with the claw on it. "There we go…my lucky hand." He threw the remaining knives, and the all stuck Blake in the chest. Blake's eyes opened a bit, and he gasped. He was confused. Blake had always been able to wipe accidents like that off. He was immortal. Freddy laughed, and transported to right in front of Blake's face.

"Confused? Let me explain Bitch. You killed our host, so know, he can't fear us, and keep me or you alive. So, your plan back fire? HAHAHAHAHAHA." Freddy knew that Blake was going to die. Blake wasn't going to let that happen, but with such a fatal wound in him, he couldn't see anyway of making his move. He was dead. Freddy walked over to his daughter, how was shivering under the stairs. She was scared.

"Tell daddy where they took you honey" Freddy's burns were gone, and his completion was alive again. "Please, so that we may be a family again." She leaned in to Freddy's ear, and whispered something in it. Suddenly, Freddy's face lit up, and tears could be seen in his eyes.

"Of course," he said, "The foster home." He then led her to a room, and closed the door, so that Blake didn't see what was happening. Blake saw most of it, and didn't like it. He pulled his hands free and slowly pulled the knives out of his chest. He leaded off the clock, and ran into the room. He saw Freddy laying her down into her bed.

"Who's that daddy?" She looked up at Blake, and yawned. Freddy looked cautiously at him, and reassured her that he was nobody. That got Blake really mad. He was someone; he was Blake Henson, the notorious Springwood Murderer's apprentice. That was saying something. Freddy kissed her on her forehead, and tucked her in. Then, when she was asleep, Freddy took a swipe At Blake, leaving three large gaping holes in his chest. On of the claw marks cut the knife wound in half. Freddy then Jumped into his daughters mind. Blake staggered to his feet. He was dying. But a force inside him kept him going. He crawled into her mind, and found himself, in side the foster home, locked in a room with no windows.

"Time for your medicine Mr. Henson" a doctor said. He walked in and Blake, claws at the ready, inspected the doctor. It was Freddy, but Blake just wasn't moving. He was stuck and sluggish.

"Listen bitch, as long as you are in my world, you will obey my laws." Freddy stroked his little puppet, and lifted his head. "You have been a massive help for me Blake. Elm ST is all mines again. They can't forget me now, but your work was…lapsed and expendable. Can't have you taking my job can I?" So, Freddy quickly, lifted his claw, and drove it into Blake's head. He stuttered and fell to his kneels. Freddy twisted his hand, and snapped Blake's spinal column. Blake hadn't finished his list. Freddy wasn't dead. Blake got up, and removed Freddy's claw from his brain.

"Now you listen to me…I won't die, until you're dead." Blake wiped the blood from his head, and lunged his claw into Freddy's abdomen. Freddy yelled from the heights of his evil empire, and fell to his death. Nothing was left of him, only his clothes. His claw fell to the ground, and burned. Blake was at peace. But he realized that there was still one person left on his list…and that was himself. He hated himself, and let Freddy's wounds consume him. Blake fell to his ultimate fate.

In the room next door, laid the body of a child. Freddy's daughter had been killed, giving Freddy the ultimate power to return, and hunt the men that took his daughter away. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"