Chapter 6

Freddy eyed Frieda taunting her victim. Perhaps I can get some tips off her… No, how could I possibly consider doing that? He shook his head to clear those absurd thoughts. What Freddy saw next was enough to lighten his spirits.

Frieda had her teenage victim cornered, but now she was stumped. She stood there, her finger on her chin in deep thought, her expression lost. "Wow," she said. "I am completely without new ideas of how to really torture my victim. I mean, I've used everything…" The entire time she paced and said her thoughts aloud, the dreaming boy just watched her, all the colour drained from his face, he looked puzzled; he started to silently chant something over and over to himself, probably telling himself to wake up, wake up, wake up.

Freddy leaned out the window in anxiety. Oh, he thought to himself, this was surely something he was never goingto forget. Frieda stopped pacing and leaned on one hip. "I can usually think of something, but it seems today my mind is blank." Then a new and improved idea struck her. "Hey, kid. You were hoping this was a 'wet dream' weren't you? Well…" A cynical smile spread across her face as she stepped towards him. Freddy scoffed; it was as if the kid was seeing some monstrous demon stalking towards him, because he became terrified out of his wits.

"Ever had someone touch your member?" she asked wittily. "I doubt it. You look like chicken shit. I bet no girl has been able to get in your pants."

He was speechless, his jaw drooped, it almost looked as if he was enjoying some sick pleasure. He patted his pelvic area protectively and tried to back away. Why is that they always continue backing up even though they're already against a wall, as if they think they can melt into the wall, Freddy pondered.

"How about we turn this into a very horrific wet dream?" She sauntered towards him, an malicious smile on her face. If she didn't have all the scars, Freddy thought, she would have a fair complexion. If you took away the burn scars, look at the face beyond that, she would be a flawless beauty. That didn't make Freddy think differently about her. The more beautiful, the more conniving, in his book.

Frieda approached the weary boy, dragging a single blade up his pant leg and stopping when it reached his groin. He just stared down at what was happening, even when she tore his pants and squirmed the bladed hand inside. The boy relaxed a little, his eyes flickering and going hazy, until he flinched and his eyes became wide with shock. Blood bubbled in his mouth, and all the colour drained from his face within a matter of seconds. Freddy usually loved the site of blood, but this particular time he wasn't too fond, he was enraged that it was the blood from a wound created by Frieda.

Frieda hooted, enjoying every ounce of pain the boy had to endure. Her expression was sinister, full of delight. Freddy, in a way, admired her desire to kill, to get the blood oozing, but he could never feel anything more for her than hatred and rage. He felt like a coward, his dreamers, his children being snatched from underneath his long hooked nose by a woman- a female creation. He had been in the killing business much longer than her, he had more experience… then why was he being immensely beaten at his own game? It was ridiculous.

Frieda laughed until the boy collapsed to his knees then fell flat on his face. A look of pleasure flashed briefly across her face, and then she turned to grin up at Freddy. He scowled back down at her, turned on his heel and stalked down the rickety steps, then out the front door. There was plenty of other more simple ways he could get out, but he chose the stairway; he wanted to make a point when he burst out the door on the front lawn and slammed the door shut fiercely behind him.

"Get off! What the-"

Frieda placed a finger to Freddy's lips to hush him. "I know, I know. You're going to start getting into hysterics. Well please don't, I already don't have the best head today. You only add to the throbbing."

Freddy was about to object and throw in his 2 cents, when a young teenage girl appeared wide eyed and frightened. She inspected the bickering pair of look-alikes closely, looking them up and down, eyeing after inch of their tarnished clothing and scarred flesh. Her eyes lightened. "Mom, dad," she breathed, opening her arms wide and racing to them.

Freddy looked down in alarm at his attire; he was wearing striped red and green work uniform, it looked almost like a lawyer's suit. He looked at Frieda who wore a red and green apron over a torn dress.

"This dress really flatters my figure," she performed a twirl, watching in awe as the dress flared out around her legs. "Wow, Fred, that's definitely a new look for you. Very professional." Freddy bellowed his rage and tore the suit off him with his knives.

The girl threw her arms around Freddy's legs tightly, soaking his pants with her tears. "I missed you, dad. I couldn't believe it when aunt Erma told me you two… got into a car accident. I still don't believe it!"

"Get off me you little brat," he shook her clinging body off his legs. "First of all, I'd never marry or have sex with her, second of all, I have my own daughter, whom I disinherited long ago, and third… You're dreaming about your dead parents?"

"I miss my parents so much… You must be my dad, he was a lawyer. But I thought you guys got into a car accident, not burned in a fire."

"Hey kid, you've obviously fallen into the wrong dream. But why not have a little fun with a game of pretend?"

"Pretend?" Freddy hissed at Frieda. "I'm not pretending to be some brat's father."

She ignored him and walked over to the girl where she bent over so she was level with her. "What was your favourite meal that your mom cooked for you?"

Freddy stalked over to Frieda irately, shoving her aside so he could loom over the intimidated young girl. "What's your worst fear?"

"Um… I don't really know. Probably spiders."

"Spiders? You're looking at your worst fear!"

Frieda rolled her eyes. "Is that your big trademark line for scaring little children? That is so lame and old. Don't you know now a days it's much more difficult to scare kids? It's sad, but they don't scare so easily like they used to."

"Don't patronize me," he fired back at her. "I've been doing this longer than you have. We'll just see who causes the most pain in torturing."

"Fred, I accept your challenge."