Chapter 7: Sin 3- Lust

I met with Jake again, and all I could think of was, what the fuck am I doing? Why am I meeting with a guy that I will most likely have to kill one day? He is an Elm Street kid. Technically so am I, but I wasn't born in this town. My mother was, and after my dad died we moved here.

We were at a McDonalds, I had a basic burger combo and Jake had chicken. I sipped on my soda as Jake stared out the window.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah…" Jake turned and faced me, "I know what's going on, Angel. Your 'boss'? Your 'night job'… it wasn't hard to figure out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, eating a handful of fries. Jake looked side to side before leaning to reply.

"Krueger's got an apprentice, a kid that kills sinners."

"That has nothing to do with me, I'm just as freaked out as the rest of the town." I said, taking a bite of my burger.

"Angelina… my name is Jacob Johnson. My mother was Alice Johnson."

"Am I supposed to know these names?"

"It appears dear old dad never told you… hmm…"

"Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I can't tell you here. Can we go somewhere… more private." He asked.

What is up with him?

"Lets go to my place." I suggested, getting up. He was pissing me off, but I was also curious.

"I guess that'll do." He said, standing and following me.

XxX

My dark living room saw light for the first time in a long time, and I saw how really messy it was. All of my writing references were skewed across the tables and chairs, but the couch was free from clutter.

"A writer never has time to clean once inspiration hits." I said, gesturing to the couch. He took a seat as I sat down next to him.

"My mother was a dream warrior. The leader after her friend passed her power to her. She had the power to draw people into her dreams, and Krueger used that to start killing others."

"That's…" I almost gave it away, "Nothing."

"Then she became pregnant with me… and Krueger killed my dad. Then he tried to make me like him. I couldn't remember any of it until I asked my mother, and she told me. Then I had dreams about it, memories. I have a power similar to hers. I can go into other people's dreams."

"Shit…"

"I know what you're doing, Angelina. You're becoming like him. You have to stop while you can!"

"No! I can't stop! Even if I wanted to, I'm bound by a contract. I only have to kill a few more people and I'll be all powerful!"

"Angel! If you keep going you'll be dammed! This isn't a game!" he yelled.

"I know! I have my reasons! Get out of my house!"

"I only want to help, Angel." Jake's voice got really calm, almost eerily, "You have my number… and of course, you can come to me at night."

Jake turned away and walked out. I watched him go down the street before I felt the emotions.

I felt… sad, and angry… and guilty. I had killed and felt nothing until Jake started talking to me.

But I have my reasons… but is it worth it? Fuck, now what! I mentally screamed.

I ran down the hall to the basement and practically jumped from the threshold to the floor. I flipped on the switch and took off my shoes and socks. This was my dojo, my sanctuary. I had a mat, a punching bag, some weights, and an exercise bike. I pulled my hair back and started kicking the bag, working out my anger. Tears clouded my vision, but I didn't need to see that clearly to hit the bag.

"What's wrong, my angel?" it was Krueger's voice again.

"None of your business…" I growled aloud.

"As long as you are in training, it is my business." He growled.

"That boy you saw me with the other day. Do you know who he is?"

"Not a clue."

"He's an old friend of mine." I stopped kicking and grabbed the bag to stop its irritating swinging, "He thinks he knows I'm your apprentice. He just… he somehow made me feel guilty."

"You're only killing those who sin."

"But killing is also a sin." I said.

"Bitch… go after a man named Richard Wilkes tonight. He isn't exactly a kid, but he lives in Springwood. He is a sinner of lust. You will see just how vindicated you should be. I will see you after your kill, back at 1428. Don't keep me waiting."

Now I realized he couldn't read my mind. If he could he would have known I was lying. I have become much stronger since my kills, both in the dreamscape and in the real world.

So why, then, did I feel so weak right now?

XxX

I did as my master said that night. I scanned the dreamscape with my mind for anyone who fit the name given. I found only one, so I headed that way.

I got to the street and my footsteps seemed to echo forever. I stopped walking to hear another echo after I had stopped. I was being followed. I walked ahead to the house and looked at it. It was a basic Springwood home, nothing fancy about it. I stopped and turned back, seeing Jake.

"Jake." I hissed.

"Stop this Angelina. You can stop now. Together we could defeat Krueger, I could get some of my old allies and we could rip up the contract."

"Jake." I hissed again, turning around to face him. I showed off my glove.

"You're even starting to look like him." Jake replied.

"My master and I are in control here, Jake. I could easily kill you. So could Krueger."

"You're calling him master."

"I know. Go now or I'll kill you."

"What sin have I committed?" he asked.

"…Fraud… for not telling me your real name sooner. Or anger, for yelling at me in my own home."

"Go ahead, kill me. I'm right here, waiting." He stood, arms out, and closed his eyes. Urges surged through me. So much blood.

I wonder how many veins are in his arms… or legs?

I rushed forward and lunged my claws at him, but I stopped myself short of piercing his throat.

I paused and looked him in the face, panting from my effort. I pulled away and lowered my claws. Something made me turn from him, something like shame.

I'm shouldn't feel shame… not by now… why shouldn't I kill him? He has power… I can sense it now. I could have his power!

"I knew you couldn't do it. You're not like Krueger."

"Fuck off… I'm just not ready to kill people like you yet. After I pass my test… everyone will be fair game." I sneered.

"Don't kill this man. No matter how much he may deserve it, you don't deserve the fate of a Springwood Nightmare Slasher. Do you know how many times Freddy has been killed? Sent to hell?" I went to open my mouth, but Jake cut me off, "He always comes back, that is true, but with our power we could stop him for good! Don't be like him, Angel."

"Just go and leave me to my work." I said, turning to enter the house.

I sensed Jake leave as I climbed the stairs. He left the dreamscape completely, either by waking up or just not dreaming anymore. Whatever the case, he was gone and I could hunt in peace.

When I stepped into the house, it seemed normal enough. But an odd scent I was unfamiliar with caught my nose. As I walked deeper into the house, the smell came known. It was, shall we just say, lubricant? Lots of lubricant.

I followed my nose to the staircase and went up. I changed my outfit so I looked like a stripper, black leather and showing midriff, with my hair down.

I got up to the bedroom quite easily with a neon sign that read 'This Way for a Good Time'. I got the feeling he was expecting me. Or at least, the girl I was pretending to be.

I got up to the room to meet a sick surprise. Mr. Wilkes was handcuffed to his bed, and he was in only a black thong. He was scrawny and lanky, and he already had two other women of the night in the bed with him.

"Are you Dick?" I asked, smirking as I leaned across the threshold. His eyes lit up as he looked me up and down.

"I'd be Sally for you, babe." He said. I smirked, a tiny bit flattered that he thought about me that way. But I was more sick than flattered.

I stalked over to the bed and crawled on top of him, trying to act seductive. I made the other two leave, and he whined, but I pressed my chest to his and he gave in, moaning and wanting more as I pulled away. To tell the truth, no matter what the rumors say, I am still a virgin, and I have never had a boyfriend.

I leaned toward his head like I was going to kiss him, but I turned and caressed his cheek with mine.

"Do you like it rough?" I hissed into his ear. He chuckled, so I took that as a yes. I pulled back and magically brought out my glove. He didn't seem to notice the fact that it just appeared, but he did notice the glove.

"A Krueger glove? How did you get one of those?"

"Internet." I cooed, slipping on the glove.

I didn't want to make this fun for him, because that would be sick for me. I decided to do this quick. I started to pull off his thong as he chuckled again. In one swift motion I hacked off all of his manhood. He screamed in pain and started to thrash about on the bed, wanting escape. This was an easy hunt, he was tied down to his bed and I was on top of him.

"What the fuck!" he screamed. Blood leaked out onto the sheets, like he was pissing blood. But then again, he had nothing left to piss with.

"You are a sinner of lust." I changed back to my red tank top and green pants, a slightly altered outfit that I liked better. Instead of a brown hat I had a brown scrunchie.

"You… you're Krueger's bitch!" he screamed. In anger I punched my glove through his chest.

"I am no one's bitch." His soul pushed out of his chest, and hungrily I took it and absorbed its power. I felt another surge of power and pain race through my body, making me fall to the side of the dead, yet fading, body.

I struggled to my feet and wobbly made it to the front doorway before I fell again. Someone grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet. I looked to see Jake again, a worried look gracing his face.

"I told you to leave." I said, pulling away from him.

"Right now you don't look like that much of a threat. Though you look pretty scary."

"How's that?" I growled, taking a few steps away from him.

"You killed him, didn't you?" he asked, gesturing to the house, "You're changing. You look even more like Krueger now."

"I have to go see my master now. If you don't leave right now I will take your head to him as a gift."

"I'll go as soon as you look at yourself." Jake waved his hand and a large mirror with a curtain formed.

"Jackass." I growled, agreeing.

I stood tall, feeling completely fresh again, and grabbed the red cloth over the mirror. I looked at Jake before I pulled off the cloth.

The person looking back at me wasn't who I thought it was. My face was darker, like leather, and it looked just as tough. I turned away before I could register anything else.

"Look Angelina! Look at yourself! Look at what you've become."

I turned and looked back at his mirror, taking in all of the horror.

My eyes were more like snake eyes, yellow with black slits. I looked down to my hands, the skin also like leather, and my fingernails were a bit longer and sharper. I looked back to the mirror and saw that my ears were oddly shaped. I moved my hair to see that they were pointed. I ran my tongue over my teeth, and in shock I bared my teeth and saw that I had fangs now, long canine teeth that when I closed my mouth again I felt my sharp fangs press into my lower lip.

"There… I… I looked, now just go!"

"Angelina-"

"I have my reasons for doing all of this Jake!" I screamed.

"Tell me."

"I can't. Now go before I have to kill you. Krueger is waiting for me." I sneered, turning to head down the street.

AS22: Ok, chapter 7, and for the reviews, my total reviews should be 15 beforeI post again, so R&R everyone!