Disclaimer: I don't own ANOES or Fred. They belong to Wes Craven. Maryan is mine however.
Ch 4: Riviting Rituals.
Maryan grabbed a vial filled with blood (Much like the ones you see at hospitles for blood tests) and sets it in a crate with the rest of its row. Four vials to a person. fourteen persons to a shelf. Three shelves.
Soon the box was filled and Maryan dragged it to the center of a mass of ashes and bits of flesh. Quickly, she raised the crate over her head and then slammed it to the floor. Crimson life seeped into the ashes, drownding the remains of a child-killer with its red tendrils.
Maryan watched as the ashes pulled back together and formed striated muscles and ridged bones. Clearly it was going to be a person soon, but for now it mearly looked like a disgusting ooze. It was a poor image of life being breathed into a destroyed soul.
The mass dragged its self along the floor and grasped Maryan's leg
"Where am I?" It asked in a gurgling, nerve-wracking voice.
"1429 Elm." Maryan said simply. "Do you remember who you are yet?"
"Krueger...Fred Krueger."
Sorry to leave you here. My brain isn't cooaperating with me today.
KN