-- Yay! Lickmaflaminlamabitch is back! I loves me her so much welp, this is the last chapter... again; so sad. Don't worry! As I said, this is a trilogy; after all... there will be a third and final installment. I'm working on another project right now, so it may take some time, but I SWEAR it won't take as long as this one did to come out . thanks to all of my reviewers, none of this would be possible without you! Enjoy the chapter...--

Freddy Krueger knelt beside the body of his fallen Gabe. He wouldn't leave, not ever... and because she wasn't human, not to mention that her soul was far away in Heaven, her body would never disappear. He could keep it here with him and look upon it for the rest of eternity.

... Or so he thought, if you could call the activity that took place in his mind during his current state thinking.

The tips of her fingers, her toes, her hair; all began to turn translucent, and then to flake off like grains of sand in a breeze. The nightmare man's eyes shot wide, and he grabbed onto the torso of the limp, lifeless body. It made never difference... slowly, the transparency spread up her legs and arms and hair back to her head and torso, and all of her being crumpled into ash and blew away, twirling and dancing in the air before becoming too scatter to form anything anymore.

Freddy jumped to his feet and looked around madly, his eyes wide and bloodshot and crazed. Who did this? Why? What had happened? He began to shout into the air, but the words that erupted from his throat didn't make sense to him at all. Were they even words?

Finally, he bellowed the first thing that he would ever again say coherently. "GIVE HER BACK!"

"Fred," he turned at the sound of the saucy, cheeky voice. It belonged to that puny spit, Damien. He narrowed his brows angrily on his wild eyes.

"W-what do yooou...?" Freddy sounded like a drunk, slurring and elongating his words.

"She's here."

If it were at all possible, Freddy's eyes grew even wider. He tipped his head to the side. Damien cracked his cocky little smirk, which always made Freddy feel like slicing his lips right off his pretty boy face, and stepped to the side... and there she was.

A halo hung above her head, tiny wings clung to her back, and her skin was lively and seemed to glow ever so slightly. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and she smiled a weak and nervous little bit.

"Hi," her voice, brilliant melody, and he knew... he knew it was her.

Carefully, he crept a crossed the floor, in slow and doubtful movement, he stepped ever closer to the young blonde vision in white. As he approached, Damien shrugged and said warmly, "Right, I'll leave you two alone then"; before snapping his fingers and disappearing in a bought of flames.

Freddy and Ginny now stood inches apart. His eyes studied every line of her face, while hers trailed to the ground. Finally, he touched her. He cupped his gloved palm around her cheek and raised her face to look at him... and in that moment, an amazing transformation took action.

The wings... from the very pit of them, blackness began to emanate. One could hear the crackling of the feathers as it spread through them, trying them all out, until the darkness overtook them, and they were entirely black. Feather by black-turned feather, they fell from her back to the ground were they crumbled to bits and fell through the mesh of the walkways.

Her halo followed. What seemed a black liquid formed a paper-thin line around the center, and then began to ooze out like someone broke a capsule filled with the stuff. The golden light of the halo twitched out, like when a light bulb does, and the black liquid-like substance seemed to fill and overtake the halo entirely, until it's weight broke it from it's place above her head, and it tumbled down to the ground and, upon contact, shattered into a million pieces of glass, the black liquid dripping between the grates.

Next, every ounce of color drained out of her skin, as if the blood was once more pouring out the wounds in her chest, and she was bled dry as in her death. Tiny, winding blue veins faded into clarity, snaking their way all about her flesh.

Even the clothes that came from Heaven above shriveled and changed into something awful. Their color and texture turned rather like that of a paper bag... and then the transformation was done.

Ginny watched what of the transformation she could; her Heavenly parts rotting black and falling from her body. She even noticed the dramatic change in her skin, looking down at her pale and vein-lined hands with the oddly darkened finger nails. She looked up at Freddy, her eyes wide and frightened.

He was smirking at her, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of love, malice, and sick pleasure; self-satisfaction. He knew what she wanted without ever having to ask. He made it real; in his dream world he so fluently controlled, then grasped onto her shoulders and turned her to it.

A mirror... she leaned towards it, examining her new appearance. She was an animated corpse, just like Freddy! She felt the urge to scream but, after everything she'd been through both between Heaven and Hell and on Earth, this seemed so miniscule... but nonetheless, she couldn't stop staring, touching her icy face. All her body now was icy cold, as dead flesh always is, to the touch.

"What happened to me?" Ginny – no, she was Gabe now. She knew it. She could see it in her own eyes – moaned, when she was finally able to speak again.

"You died," Freddy answered simply, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and resting his head on her shoulder, looking in the mirror, too. "Lookin' good, living dead girl... a lot better then your average bitch, don't y'think?"

Gabe smiled, like a little girl again, and bit the tip of her index finger, nodding. "So I get to stay with you now, right? Forever?"

"Forever and ever," he replied, ruffling her hair with his hand. "But for now... daddy's got a brand new boost. C'mon, Gabe, we got work to do!"

xXx

THE END