Chapter 5

Author's note I totally haven't updated for months. I apologize… to anyone that cares.

This chapter has coarse language.

For the first time in days, weeks… months, Freddy Krueger took a break from killing his dreamers. It wasn't as though he couldn't, he had gained all the fear he needed from the children everywhere, he could easily hop into someone's dream and slash them right now if he truly wanted to. So why didn't he, you ask? Several reasons which Freddy himself was ashamed of. He, of course, didn't want to be a quitter, not him. But it was even worse to have his female rival witness him being brushed aside as she took over the kill. What self-respecting male wants a female to beat him at his own game?

When the dream demons find out about my 'break,' they won't be able to contain all their rage, Freddy thought to himself while pacing 1428 Elm street one foggy night. He continuously stopped pacing abruptly to inspect every bit of the room he was in, making sure there wasn't a trace of flames. He was extremely paranoid. But they must know, he thought, didn't they know everything? They could read his thoughts, knew exactly how he felt and everything he schemed. Why hadn't they come yet? He pushed the thought back to his mind, it didn't bother him that they hadn't come yet, he couldn't be bothered with them. They would just start criticizing him, they always did at every chance they got. They would drink this new plan of Freddy's up and lick their lips afterward, they'd love it.

Frieda Krueger would love it too. She'd never let Freddy live it down. That was partly why Freddy was (slightly) anxious for the dream demons to come. He was going to try to make a bargain with them, a fair, straight-forward deal. He didn't know what that deal would be, on their part, but he'd think of something eventually. Freddy always managed to get himself out of difficult situations, even ones such as this, he had a clever, quick-thinking mind.

A telephone shrilled. Freddy jerked to a halt, gawking in disbelief at the cracked, un plugged phone lying on the floor. He hadn't been aware that there was a phone in here that he could use. Wearily, he stepped over to where the phone lay and picked it up, not needing to press the talk button; the leader demon of dreams thrusted his head out of the receiver and scowled with hatred at Freddy.

"Are you SICK? Are you insanely mad?" He thought about that for a second, realizing what he had asked Freddy Krueger, then continued his outburst of rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Krueger?"

Freddy acted in a collect manner. "Many things, being son of a hundred maniacs and all.."

"You're taking a break from stalking kids in their dreams?" the demon spat in Freddy's face. "What's with you? It really was a good idea to create a female double of you, I'm a little unsure though as to why she's more determined then you though, she wouldn't take a break…"

"Speaking of Frieda"-Freddy made sure to put lots of emphasis and resentment when saying her name-"I was hoping I'd get to speak with you. You see, I was thinking of concurring up a deal with you-and the other demons, although you probably won't allow them to have a say, damned bastards. Anyway, listen up, you destroy Frieda and I will-"

A bewildered expression flashed on the demon's face. "What! Destroy Frieda Krueger? My now top dream slasher? How could you propose such a preposterous bargain?"

"I'll do anything, you name it!" Freddy roared at the demon's squirming head. "Don't you see, or are you that bloody blind, deaf and dumb? That's the only reason why she's you're 'top slasher.' She's been snatching all of my victims! She's a damned mother fucking-"

"Silence, Krueger. I'm not listening to you complain to me. You are twisted, well you are either way-but to think I would destroy Frieda? The idea makes me laugh."

Freddy grumbled. "Fuck! I'm sick of that bitch, I want her out of my life-well, my death I should say-I want her out of every dream!"

"You can't always get what you want," the demon stated knowingly. "If you want her gone so bad, you get rid of her. I sure as Hell will not. I cherish her, respect he, as far as respecting a murderer goes. Go on, Krueger, prove to me that you're killer quality. I, personally, believe you might be. Fight her, Freddy, challenge her. And this time win…" he murmured under his breath, "not like that episode with Voorhees."

Freddy murmured many curse words under his breath at the mentioning of his 'conflict' with Jason Voorhees. He would cringe and curse whenever someone brought that up. It definitely was not something he wished to be reminded about. Continuously, even the dream demons who (use to) think of Freddy as their top killer, insisted that Voorhees had won in the end. Freddy could argue against that.

"Just listen," Freddy demanded in a harsh tone. "Save me the time from fighting her off. I could easily do that, I'm just not digging wasting my time on her. P-p…" He spluttered, tripping over his words. "Pl-"

"Huh?"

Freddy's mouth formed the word 'please' but nothing would come out. His voice box didn't seem to be working. Freddy Krueger had never spoken the word please before. He just didn't plead, he never needed to say that word, people were always saying it to him.

"Doesn't matter." Freddy tried to take the frustration from his eyes and replace it with a pleading look. "Ugh, come on!"

"No dice, Krueger. Anyway, I'm off. Think about things that are actually worth thinking about," the demon told him before vanishing from the receiver.

Freddy rolled his eyes and drew curled his lip up in what he thought was terrifying to anyone whenever he did it in front of a mirror. "Definitely won't be that freak Frieda."

Freddy clutched the phone, drew back his hand and chucked it fiercely at the wall before him; it made a loud cracking sound but he ignored it and turned his back to the damaged telephone. I could have sworn I heard a cry from that phone, Freddy shook his head in disbelief.

A piercing shriek drilled into Freddy's ears, causing his head to throb. He thrusted his head out of the broken window nearby and his brow furrowed when he spotted Frieda torturing her newest victim. The teenage boy, looking around the age of fourteen or fifteen, held up his hands to shield himself.

"You dirty little pervert, I'm a slasher, a dream killer, and you try to hit on me!" she bellowed. "I'll cut off both your hands for touching me, and your lips for trying to put them on me."

The boy stepped back wearily, trembling from head to toe. "I apologize, really I do. I thought I was having a wet dream… And a dream killer-what?"

"Males and their nocturnal emissions," she rolled her eyes. "And yes, I'm a dream killer, I kill kids in their dreams, it's fun stuff."

The boy grew terrified, but when he opened his mouth to speak Freddy interrupted him.

"Frieda you bitch! What the hell are you doing here, on the lawn of 1428 Elm street?" Freddy demanded heatedly.

She squinted up at him then grinned when she realized who it was. "I took my victim here! It's a perfect place, eh?"

"Yes, and that's exactly why I take my victims and slaughter them here! That's also why I don't allow anyone else to come here!" Freddy's face flamed and his black, evil blood boiled with rage.

"What victims?" Frieda cracked, clutching her sides as she was laughing hysterically.

Freddy's eyes narrowed and his breath came out short and heavy; he was completely unable to contain his indignation.

"Well, I got to get back to what I was doing. I surely don't want my victim running off." She turned her attention back to the pale teenager who was too frightened to make a move-and he was in a dream, and in dreams, it's impossible to run from your killer.

Freddy let out a loud roar of seethe, he was outraged and couldn't believe a word he was hearing from his female look-alike whom he loathed entirely.

Author- I'm going to continue this part in the next chapter. Thank you to anyone considerate enough to click the review button.