Sorry for not updating in like forever. I had to go visit my mum and my stupid boyfriend. I got talked into staying at my mum's house for a week.
I ran home as fast as I could. All I could think about was getting home and getting Mark out of the picture. When I got home I checked in on mom and found that she was still asleep. It couldn't have gone better. I had my new toy and no one would ever know about it.
Mark's death would make the night perfect.
I walked into my room and locked the door behind me. The last thing I needed was mom coming in to check on me. I had to keep the claw hidden or she would take it for sure. I crossed the room and dropped down on my bed.
"I'm coming for you Mark," I whispered.
Within seconds I felt the familiar pulling sensation and I knew I was being pulled into his dream. The boiler room was coming into view and I could already feel the heat. Mark was standing right in front of me.
"Hello Mark," I said waving the clawed hand at him.
"Oh shit!" he yelled taking a few steps back. "You're him aren't you?"
Huh? Who was he talking about? He knew who I was.
"Freddy Krueger that's who!" he answered still backing up. "Jimmy told me all about you! Child murderer."
"What are you talking about?" I asked taking a few steps towards him. "My name is Freddy Kane. Who is Freddy Krueger?"
"You!" he explained. "How the hell did you mange to come back? Jimmy said that you dead."
Enough of this. This had to be something he was making up so that I wouldn't kill him and it was working. I had almost forgotten why I had jumped into his dream to start with.
"I'm not dead but you are going to be soon," I said starting to walk faster. "You know to much and I need to shut you up bitch!"
Mark turned and started running down the hallway. The pipes hissed around me and a light cloud of smoke was in the air. I didn't need to see him to know where he was. It was almost as if I could feel it.
"No!" I heard Mark yell out.
In a few seconds I realized why he had yelled out. He had come to a dead end and was pounding at the wall with his fist.
"That won't do you any good," I explained walking up to him.
Mark stopped pounding on the wall and turned to face me. He knew that he had no where to run. I brought my clawed hand up and used the knives to rip his shirt open. The flimsy material fell to the floor.
"Please don't do this," he begged. "I didn't mean to embarrass you like I did. It was Jimmy's idea."
Begging won't get him anywhere. I slammed my claws into him. Mark tossed back his head and cried out in pain. I pulled my hand out and slammed the knives back into him. He yelped in pain and I could see tears falling from his eyes.
"I won't tell!" A female voice yelled.
I withdrew my hand and looked around. There wasn't anyone there but I was sure I had heard someone speak. I turned back to Mark and started to pull his insides outside of him.
"I promise!" the same voice yelled again. "I won't tell!"
As I kept stabbing Mark over and over I could hear that voice in my head. It was so strong that it covered Mark's screams. Just like before the person that I was killing disappeared and the world around me started to smoky.
This time a little girl was standing in front of me. She had dark blond hair with red ribbons in it and she was wearing a dress. She was looking up at me with wide eyes.
"I won't tell anyone," she said. "I promise daddy."
"Daddy?" I said out loud.
Before the little girl could say anything she vanished and I was once again looking at Mark. He faded quickly and I was yanked back into the real world.
I was left alone and confused.