Chapter 5: Sin 1-- Gluttony

The realm of nightmares isn't a nice place. It's a realm of horror and fear. It exists with only the intent to scare. I went to bed early to train before my first test. No, I didn't kill anyone for practice, I just used my illusionary skills, got use to using them, trained with them.

When the clock tower rang two a.m., I headed back to 1428 Elm Street.

"Aww, my dear Angel of Death. Are you ready?"

"Yes, master." I said.

"Do you know what to do? Mind sharing?"

"Tonight I go after a glutton. I found the perfect boy, a kid just a little younger than me."

"Good. Go kill the bitch."

I nodded and left, Krueger's laugh behind me.

XxX

I got to the scene. It was a locker room, the scene I picked, just like Krueger's boiler room, I had some fond memories locker rooms. I had my first taste of blood there.

XxX

I was only a freshman in high school, and gym had just ended. I was changing my tank-top back to my black shirt. One of the girls came over.

"Oh look, it's the freak." She said. I didn't reply, "What, didn't you hear me? Doesn't matter."

"Leave me alone." I hissed.

"Oh, it can speak."

"I said leave me alone." I warned again, "I don't want trouble."

"Oh, you don't? Like you could do any damage to me if we did fight." She laughed. Her groupies laughed with her.

I turned to her, ready for class, but not finished yet.

"Oh, I could do damage, alright. I could do a lot of damage."

"You… what a freak! I'm taking this to the principle."

"Wait, don't go yet." I smirked, "Why not take him something really good? Maybe I lied when I said I didn't want trouble."

I punched her in the face, knocking her down. She had a bloody nose. Her friends helped her up and left as I laughed at her. I was left alone in the locker room. I looked and saw the blood from her noise on my hand. I laughed again.

XxX

I was in my Freddy-look-alike costume with my glove. I heard the kid up ahead, in another room, and I followed.

He's at a buffet, how unexpected.

He sat and started to eat, laughing with some friends. This was perfect. He had bowl of soup in front of him. I came in, unseen, invisible, and watched him.

He went to take a bite, but he froze, looking at his spoon. There was an eyeball in his spoon. He looked pale.

"What's the matter, Zack? Don't you like your soup?" the girl next to him said. She was my puppet, they all were.

He dropped the spoon and got up, backing away. He looked at all the food on the table, and as he looked, I changed the food.

The large turkey became a burnt skull with flesh still smoldering on it. Any liquid became blood. The mashed potatoes became roaches that started to crawl toward Zack. I scooped up a handful as I made myself known.

"What's the matter, glutton, aren't you hungry?" I asked.

"What… glutton? Me? I'm not-"

"Yes you are, bitch." I said as I threw the bugs at him. He started to gag, and to tell the truth, I was holding back my own bile, "I've watched you. You eat and drink beer and make your mom do all your work, even your homework. No mother- never mind, you're a glutton."

The people, my pawns, all began to chant glutton, over and over, making Zack back up to the wall.

"Glutton! Glutton! Glutton!" again and again they chanted as Zack started down to a corner against the wall.

"I'm not… I'm sorry…"

"Too late! Glutton!" I screamed it one last time as I threw another handful of roaches. The roaches spread over him as he stood, trying to shake them off, but he couldn't. He fell to the floor, rolling in pain as the bugs ripped at his flesh. In mere moments, the glutton had fed something besides his own stomach.

A rotten skeleton was all that was left. The scene behind me faded, leaving only me, the body, and Krueger.

"Nice work. Very inventive… for a beginner." Kruger said.

"I figured he needed to see how bad being a glutton was as he died. Isn't that part of the test?"

"Yeah. You're a clever bitch, I give you that. But here is where it counts." He pointed to the rotting skeleton as a small bluish-white orb came up out of the body. Krueger grabbed it in his clawed hand and squeezed it tight.

"Is that…?"

"His soul." Kruger finished. He held out his hand, "Take it, you earned it."

I reached out with my unclawed hand and snatched the soul from Krueger's hand before it could float away.

"What do I do with it?"

"You absorb its power. Many different ways to do this, of course, but it still has to be done. Look." Krueger lifted up his shirt to reveal his skinless chest. Inside his ribs was a mass of blue and white orbs, "Years of collecting."

"Then why are you trapped by the restraints of fear?" I asked as he fixed his shirt back.

"A rule we dream demons must follow."

"De-demons?" I said.

"You didn't know what you were getting into, did you?" Krueger laughed, "You're becoming like me with each kill. A dream demon."

"Interesting… will I be stuck here like you?"

"No… not until you die, anyway."

"What could kill me in here?"

"There's me… one of those dammed dream warriors… that's about it now that you have your first kill."

"The sun is rising." I said, looking back toward the way I came. I could sense the sunrise now. I pushed the soul into my chest and felt the power grow and flow through my body.

"Then happy hunting tomorrow night, and silent scouting today." Krueger laughed.

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