AS22: alright, you reviewed, so now you get chapters 6 & 7.I want five more reviews before I update again

Chapter 6: Sin 2-- Sloth

I had shopping to do. Groceries, junk, and your basic crap that you need for the day. At the local store, I saw a guy I knew from my writing class last year. He saw me too and came up.

"Hey, Angelina, right? We were in Layke's writing class?"

"Yeah, you're Jake, right?" I asked, trying to make this short.

"Yup, that's me." He said, nodding.

"Well, it was nice seeing you-"

"Wait! Um, sorry, but… I had a really big crush on you. You think we could… I dunno… catch up tonight? Over coffee?"

"Um… sure, why not?" I blushed.

"Okay, you wanna meet at the Starbucks on Main Street?"

"Yeah, that'll do."

"Around 7? Don't want to keep you up all night." He said.

"Yeah…" I brushed some of my hair behind my ear.

"Alright, see you then."

"Kay, bye!" I said.

Once he was gone I mentally kicked myself.

What am I thinking? I can't get attached! Not with my line of work… not ever! What am I, a little school girl? Krueger would have a field day with this…

I growled as I placed the desired carton of milk into my cart and moved on to the next item.

XxX

During my shopping/scouting, I found the perfect guy to kill for sloth. He was a lazy, no good guy at the local convenience store. He was ahead of me in line, complaining about how this was a 'woman's job' and that he didn't want to be there. He just wouldn't stop complaining, and he was dressed in sweats. He was perfect, and not much older than me.

Man… finding kids like me to kill is hard…

XxX

Starbucks… what am I doing here again?

"Hey! Angel!"

Oh, right. I'm meeting with Jake. Why? I still don't know. I should be preparing for the hunt, but instead I have a date. Krueger would laugh at me if he knew. He probably does know.

"Hey Jake. Ready to go in?"

"Sure am." He responded, opening the door for me. I nodded to him and we stepped inside, "Find us a nice seat, would ya? What kind of coffee do you want?"

"Ooh… chocolate mocha with 2 creams."

"Wow, that's my favorite."

We seem to have a lot in common… not…

Yeah, Jake's a future dream demon, just like me. That's sarcasm, folks, get use to it if you haven't caught on yet.

I found a nice seat by the window, facing just right by the setting sun so we could watch without the light getting into our eyes. We'd also get to see the moon if we were here long enough, but I reminded myself I had work to do.

"Damn right you do. Who's this fucker?"

"Krueger?" I whispered aloud, looking around.

"The one and only, stupid bitch. What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing, master."

"You're at the stage of your powers where I can communicate to you when you're awake. Now listen to me, you can not get attached to a fucker like him. You're job is first. Or did you forget the contract?"

"I didn't forget. Don't worry, I'll get the sloth sin guy tonight."

"You should be training to make sure he doesn't get away!"

"So what if one guy gets away?"

"Do you realize what will happen if you let one get away?"

"I never thought of it." I looked back and saw Jake just now ordering our coffees.

"He'll run to the police and get sent to Westin Hills! People will start taking Hyponcil again! No one will be able to dream, and our contract will be severed, which means you'll be open prey again."

"But don't they already expect us?"

"Not really, just rumor. They're stupid, as always."

"I see… then he won't get away."

"That's what I want to hear."

"Jake is coming, so until tonight, master."

"Until tonight, my angel."

"One chocolate mocha, two creams." Jake said, handing me my coffee.

"Thanks."

"Angel? Something wrong?"

"Boss troubles, nothing big." I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"I see. You're a writer, right? Your short stories go into the Springwood Times."

"Yeah." I said, not really paying attention. My stomach was queasy from what Krueger just told me.

"They're a bit dark for you, don't you think?"

"They're perfect for me." I said.

"Really? You don't strike me as the dark type."

"Everything in this world is dark once you open your eyes."

Why did I say that? How stupid! Well... at least he'll shy away from me now.

"No, I think your eyes aren't open. I think all you see is darkness because that's all you allow yourself to see. What happened to you to make you this way?"

"How can you say that? You don't even know me." I snapped.

"Maybe I know you better than you think. Your mother was killed, right? But the cops ruled it as a suicide. The same thing happened to my father."

"Do you know who did it?"

"Yeah, I do." He got so serious I couldn't respond. I just sipped on my coffee and looked out as the sun began to set.

XxX

Jake and I talked for a few more hours, then we both decided to head home. We both had work to do.

Sleep came easily, even after all the coffee. That meant the really hard part of my job was over. Just getting to the dreamscape was a bit hard sometimes.

Dressed in my slasher attire, I crept down Elm Street to the home of the sloth sinner. It was quite easy, and he never heard me coming. Of all things, even in his dreams, he was watching TV. So I used that.

He was channel surfing and he stopped on a telethon type show. I made the show my puppet.

"Today we continue our seven part discussion on the seven deadly sins…"

"Boring." He tried to flip the station, but it didn't work. He tried again, but nothing happened, "Stupid remote." And of course, he'd rather watch the show than get up to change it himself.

"Today, the sin of sloth. That means you, Frankie." The girl on the TV said.

"Huh?"

"All you do is sit on your fat ass all day! Even when you're sleeping you're lazy in your dreams! Most people dream of semi-interesting things! Hiking, fighting as a hero, anything!"

"Fuck you!" he knelt by the TV, shaking it. That's when I made my move.

I started to push my way out of the TV, making the glass push out more like cloth. Frankie yelped as he backed away from the TV. I stepped out in my full slasher glory.

"You're a sloth." I said, flexing my razor tipped hand, "And it's my job to make sure all sinners die!" I lunged at him, my razors cutting into his chest as he pulled back, just getting a few cuts instead of my attempted maim. He held his chest and his eyes widened.

"You… you're Krueger's apprentice, aren't you?"

"Well, give the man a prize! What does he win, master?" I called out, knowing Krueger was watching me.

"I think he wins a painless death!" Krueger's voice echoed off into a laugh that even made me shiver.

I think all you see is darkness because that's all you allow yourself to see…

Jake's words came to mind, but I shook them off.

No, I have to do this. If only for a bit longer… I have to do this…

I lunged again, impaling Frankie's arm, but he spun and ran off. Blood coated my razors, and I snapped them to the side and watched the blood splatter the wall. I started after the sloth.

Heavy breathing and a racing heart came to my ears. Down a hall that transformed into a locker room, my favorite place to hunt, I followed.

I found him against the back wall with no place to run. He somehow got his hands on a crucifix. I laughed as he stuck it out at me, like it would protect him. I stepped closer and slashed it apart.

"Idiot. First, you have to truly believe for that to work on me. Second, I'm not like Krueger. 5, 6, grab your crucifix? Yeah, right!" I laughed.

"Then who are you?"

"A fallen angel." I grabbed him by his neck and lifted him off the ground. I didn't choke him, I just lifted him. I started to push my claws into his torso slowly, "1, 2… the angel's after you… 3, 4… better bar your door…" I pulled out my razors and watched him bleed, "5, 6… you're in a fix… 7, 8… she holds your fate… 9, 10… never sin again!" I pulled back and slashed him through the chest, cutting him open. I pulled out his heart, making him watch it beat while he was still alive.

"Damn… you…" he choked out, spitting blood onto my face.

"No, you're the one who's dammed… the only thing about you that wasn't lazy was this. Even now it's beating." Then I crushed his heart. He stopped moving about the same time, and another bluish orb came out of his body. I took his soul and absorbed it in through my chest.

"Very well done." I turned and looked at Krueger. He was grinning, "I can already feel the fear from the Elm street kids."

Then I felt something cut into me, and it felt like fire on my chest. I fell to my knees from the pain.

"What… is this…?"

"That is the pain from your transformation." Krueger said.

"Wha… what?" I was hurting so bad it was hard to think.

"You are becoming a dream demon. After your next kill you'll start to look like one too." He said, laughing, "So kid, is it worth it?" then he vanished.

I stood up and shook the pain off. His question plagued my mind.

He's right… is it worth it?