"I feel irrational, So confrontational,
To tell the truth I am, Getting away with murder!
It isn't possible, To never tell the truth,
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder!"
- Getting Away with Murder by Papa Roach
God, I'm so excited to see what you guys think of how the story is flowing! I'm really pumped right now, since I had just watched "Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy" and watching the interviews with some of the Black Flame Freddy Krueger novelizations, and comic book creators such as the men behind Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash. I felt so pumped at how they said that the reason Freddy continues strong in our modern age is the fact that these authors and illustrators and such bring new life to the characters in new stories and situations, essentially, fan fiction writers keep Freddy Krueger very much alive. It makes me happy to think I am doing my part!
And I also realized that I am taking elements from my least favorite Elm Street movies, (but of course, incorporating others with it, mainly Dream Warriors.) My least two favorite films it is being designed after are Nightmare 2: Freddy's Revenge, (Obviously taking from the pool party scene and the whole "possession" thing) and the other movie I'm not going to tell you because I have not gotten to that point yet. That movie will fit into further chapters in the future. As always, thank you for reading, and please review if you have the chance! These reviews always motivate me, and help me churn out more chapters faster, so the more reviews the merrier!
~Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~
I clinked my knives together as I watched the teenagers in the room shy away from me. I calculated how many there must be. Fifty, possibly sixty if I'm lucky. I licked my lips methodically. Crying, screaming, and shrieks filled my eardrums, giving me a feeling of pleasure, even ecstasy.
I noticed out of the corner of my eyes Adrianna and Kaylie dragging Adeline behind the snack table, trying to soothe her. I smirked as I watched, they were too occupied to give a shit about me. But it was for the best, those three needed to be at the top of their game to be able to handle what was waiting for them in the future.
I lunged at a young black-haired girl, whom everybody immediately backed up from. I held her under my arm while she sobbed profusely. Not even her so called "friends" wanted anything to do with her after I came near. Pitiful.
I tilted her head up towards me as she cried, hands covering her face. I traced my blades across her neck, as I remembered the kills of my past. Beautiful young women screaming and squirming under my touch. How they could do nothing to stop it. I plunged my blades into her throat as the crowd seemed to gasp, but then screamed in terror. Before I dropped her, I licked her pale white neck, feeling very rejuvenated. I began to laugh, my first kill of the evening at my feet. "It's Showtime, fuckers."
I lashed foreword, kids already falling at my feet. Blood spraying the walls, the television, the beautiful family photos. But I didn't give a shit about that. As I continued to hack and chop teenagers, I felt souls flow through me, and I shivered in ecstasy. Never before had I felt such power. And it felt so goddamned great.
A boy ran at me with Adeline's dropped baseball bat. Stupid bitch, she knows better to drop her weapon, especially when I'm here. I kicked the boy in the jaw, with sudden flexibility that I hadn't realized I had been capable of. I must have really gotten rusty over the years.
What seemed like a century later, the flow of souls seemed to stop entering me. I looked back at my work. A beautiful, bloody mess of blood and guts ran rampant on the walls. My favorite piece being the intestines hung off the top of the ceiling fan. An excellent touch by me, of course.
I turned on my heel, opening the door to the kitchen, which I had blocked with a potted plant. The trio of females peeked up above the table they were crawled under. Adrianna fainted on the sight of the blood and guts, poor girl. Meanwhile, Kaylie's legs were too busy shaking to even get up. Adeline stared at me with her pale blue eyes, as I looked into the kitchen. Empty.
"Damn it all…" I rasped, scratching my glove along the wood of the door frame. "The rest escaped."
I looked at Adeline, into those ice blue eyes, and saw something I had forgotten about for a while. Dirty old feelings came bubbling back to the surface, and I ran out the door, a maniacal grin on my face. Adeline shouted behind me, but I wasn't listening. I was going to have a little fun with, shall we say an old flame?
~Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~
Reaching back under the table, Adeline tried to tug Adrianna and Kaylie's arms. They weren't budging. Kaylie turned and vomited onto the floor, while Adrianna began to slowly wake up.
"Come on you lazy asses!" Adeline nudged them. "Freddy is getting away!"
"I know, I know!" Kaylie wiped her mouth and stood up. "Jesus Christ, it looks like a weed whacker came through here."
Adrianna rubbed her eyes and tried to hold her gaze with Adeline. "Where would he have gone? A burnt man running around Manhattan wouldn't be a very good way to hide, you know."
"I know." Adeline sighed, pacing the room. "But I think we should get back to the truck. The worst place we could be right now is here."
"But if we stay here and call the police, we'll be fine!" Kaylie stuttered.
"I can't do that to Freddy, besides, he had a certain look to his face as he stared at me. I want to know what he is planning."
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Kaylie threw her hands up in the air. "Since when do you care about Freddy! Are you alright with this fucking mess!"
Adeline leaned into Kaylie menacingly, which made a tiny gasp protrude from her throat. "That doesn't matter, what matters is that he will have a bone to pick with us if we betray him now. I don't want to go through life dealing with Freddy trying to murder my friends and I for the rest of our lives." Kaylie gulped and stepped back, as Adeline grabbed Adrianna's hand as she went to leave the room. She turned around to look at Kaylie. "I'm sorry Kaylie, but it's the truth and you know it. Are you coming?" Kaylie wiped tears from her eyes, as she ran after the two to her truck, wondering what she was getting into.
~Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~
Freddy ran his blades across the elevator's railing, smirking at the sparks that came from it. As the elevator stopped, he returned his attention to a trench coat he had stolen on the way there. He buttoned it up and lifted the lapels to cover his face. Hopefully he could get down the hallway like this without anybody becoming alarmed at what lied underneath. He stashed his glove into the seemingly-bottomless pocket, and stepped out of the elevator, nudging a man in the shoulder.
"Pardon me." the man grunted and held Freddy's elbow in place. Just as Freddy was about to reach into his pocket to take out his glove, the man let go and went into the elevator. Freddy watched as it closed, and listened to the mechanical whir of the engines. Such memories of the boiler room, he thought as he made his way down the hall.
At the end of the hallway, he reached the room he was looking for. Apartment 742. The door was surprisingly unlocked, and he walked inside. He looked around Adeline's living room. He scuffed his foot on the carpet and smiled. He was actually there, and he didn't have to painfully sit through old TV show reruns. He took his old trusty glove from the pocket of his trench coat and put it on. He shivered when he put it back on. There was no place like home for that glove.
Taking off the trench coat he was wearing as he walked over to the side table, he picked up the picture of Adeline's mother with a group of friends. He licked his lips as he stared at Pam's photo. Turning his head towards an illuminated kitchen, he set the picture down and slowly made his way towards it.
Standing in the doorframe, he watched as Adeline's mother leaned on the counter. She was eating salami out of the package, and ran her fingers under the sink when she was finished. As she zippered up the bag, she paused for a moment, but then went back to the fridge and set the bag in it. And that's when she heard him.
"Pamela…" he rasped with a deep, throaty sound. She immediately tensed and grabbed a knife off of the cutting board, turning on her heel to face him.
"What the hell are you doing here!" She gasped, pointing the blade towards him shakily. He smirked.
"My, my, how you've grown Pamela." Freddy snickered, sending shivers down her spine. He suddenly pushed her into the kitchen counter, and gripped her wrists tightly. She gasped, and watched the knife- along with any hope of surviving- fall to the floor. "But you are still the same weak little girl you were before."
"It was only fourteen years of torture, Krueger." She hissed, feeling uncomfortable with his knees pinning her legs in place. "Why did you stop coming around? A woman with four kids out of wedlock too much for you to handle?"
He licked his lips, and she felt nervous with his chest being so close to hers. He was only a head taller then her, but gave off a menacing glow. The sweater he was wearing seemed to have not aged at all, minus the bloodstains all over it. Those were fairly new. And his glove was shiny red too. He must have had a rampage when had gotten out of the dream world.
She came back to earth when he made her bend backwards onto the countertop, as he flicked his tongue back and forth. She shut her eyes and whimpered, afraid of what might happen next.
"What, have you repressed those fond memories that we had shared?" He chuckled, infuriating her again. She opened her eyes to Freddy pulling his blades through her hair.
"We had no fond memories Krueger."
"Of course we did, fourteen golden years." Freddy sighed nostalgically, remembering everything he could. "But the thing I remember the most was when I-"
"Don't you dare say it." Pam hissed, knowing what he would say whatever he pleased, just to spite her.
"What, stole your virginity?" Freddy chuckled. "Is that really a difficult word to say Pamela?"
"You… You're a fucking monster." She spat, not knowing what else to say to him. But he knew these conversations by heart, as they had had them time and time before.
"But you fell in love with this monster Pamela." he rasped, pressing his forehead against hers. "And you know it."
"I did no such thing, Krueger." she whispered, her lies showing through. "I… I could never love a freak like you!"
Freddy slammed her against the fridge, and began to laugh maniacally. Pam's breath became shorter and more labored, as Freddy began to push his knee between her legs. Her face red, she tried to turn away, but his ungloved hand held her face towards him.
"Then why did you start sleeping with those other men, you whore." Freddy sneered, and Pamela felt the sting of those last words. "At first you were trying to escape me, hoping to find a man who could possibly help you kill me. But admit it Pamela, after you gave up on that idea, you just wanted to find somebody who could fuck you as good as I could."
"You ruined my future." Pam continued, disregarding his last statement. "I could have graduated if you hadn't killed my professor."
"But don't you remember, you asked me to kill him, after he tried to rape you." Freddy smirked, and suddenly began talking in her voice. "Freddy… Please, I'm begging you… Kill him for me, I can't bear to let him live so he can hurt another girl again!" Her voice flowed seductively out of his charred lips.
"I was just a power hungry girl, who wasn't able to handle the real world and used you to help me." Pam sighed.
"Just like little Adeline." Freddy cooed, and Pam suddenly gripped his shoulders.
"What have you done to her Krueger, or I swear to God-"
"You'll what? Kill me!" Freddy laughed at this. "And no, I didn't molest your precious daughters, I had better things to do, like creating fear for me to feed off of."
"Is that how you got here? Using Adeline and Adrianna since they were six for your… your disgusting schemes!"
"Hmm, I've never heard it put quite like that before…" He smirked. "But yes, that was the plan."
Pam sighed and hid her face in her hands. She felt failed as a parent. She knew about him, but couldn't bear to tell her children at such a young age…
"I figured… after they stopped having dreams of you… that they would be-"
"Safe?" Freddy cackled, while Pam scowled. "I keep tabs on all of the people who have crossed me. None of them could ever be safe as long as they are my children. Our Children."
Pam's eyes grew wide, her legs started to tremble, which made Freddy smirk. He still hadn't removed his knee from between her legs, and could feel her shuddering. Sweat ran down her forehead, as she watched him lick his lips. Pervert.
"What do you mean, our children?" Pam stuttered, the words barely audible.
"Don't pretend you don't know, Pamela Dearest." Freddy smirked. "I take you back to when you were eighteen years old. The head cheerleader senior year. The 'It' Girl. The girl anybody could talk to, even the nerds, the stoners, or even the punks. Everybody loved you. Those rude, disgusting, athletic apes all wanted you. The women saw their men stare and wish that they were you." He gazed into her eyes and licked his lips. "And none of them knew. They wouldn't have believed you. You kept your mouth shut, and excelled in your academics. Even became Valedictorian."
"But one night stands out in particular, doesn't it? Homecoming night you cheered your team to victory. You won Homecoming Queen, over all of those other girls. And then you stood right next to the King, Mr. Quarterback himself, Stephen Garcia. Instead of listening to my protests, you shoved me to the back of your mind. You had found 'Mr. Right.' Bullshit. You went to the dance. You two got close, but you never gave him any indication you wanted to get laid. Because you didn't. Poor thing, you just wanted a real man. Someone who could give you affection, as if I couldn't." Freddy scoffed as the last words were said. His voice escalated as he continued.
"He offered to take you home, and of course you batted your pretty little eyelashes, and politely asked 'If you'd please.' He drove past your house. After you asked why, he said he was going to treat you to ice cream. Lovely little gesture, right? Bastard took you to the edge of town, hidden in the forest. Before you could say a thing, he threw you into the backseat. Put his hands all over you. Forced his mouth onto yours. Dared to violate what was rightfully mine." Freddy's voice had shifted to a low growl, being whispered into her ear. Tears streamed down her face as she listened.
"After he was done, he dumped you in the forest, hoping you wouldn't find your way out. But you were a smart girl, and figured your way back home. Good thing Mommy was sleeping, or else she would have asked questions. You fell asleep. Ran into me. Crying to me. Asking for help. I almost killed you then. But I was beyond reasoning. I gave you the worst punishment you ever had received, for defying me. I had told you, but you didn't want to listen. Do remember Pamela?" Freddy licked a tear from her cheek. "Of course you do, you still have nightmares of it."
Freddy lifted his gloved hand and rested it on her face. Pam shook her head. She didn't want to see it. She didn't want to remember.
"I took this little glove, remember? I was so mad, you were the easel for my blades. But that wasn't the least of it, no. Fucked you so hard you bled. Even used my knives." He cackled as he reveled in the moment. "You were so hurt, it pained me to punish you. But I had to. You had to learn a lesson."
"I woke up the next morning and puked." Pam continued, as Freddy looked thoughtfully into her eyes. "When I went to school the next day, I told the school counselor. He contacted the police. Steve was hauled off. Called me a whore the whole way across the parking lot." Running her hands through her hair, she sighed and wiped the tears. "The senior class had nothing but compassion for me. They helped me through the day. The girls cried with me. Jimmy did too. Then he started getting mad. He said he'd kill Stephen if he had the chance. The next day, Stephen was killed in his cell, brutally mauled with knives." She growled as she looked into Freddy's cold blue eyes. "Jimmy was hauled to jail. He was the only one who said he wanted him dead. An innocent friend."
"And then, a week later?" Freddy egged on. She sighed, feeling pain with each breath.
"And the next week I found out I was pregnant."
"Pregnant." When he said it, it sounded terrible, not some beautiful thing women carried out in their lives. "You never considered abortion?" He knew the answer but asked anyways.
"Never, I wasn't going to harm my own children, even if they were yours, Krueger." Pam hissed. "My mother never aborted me, even though she told me on her death bed that you were feeding me the souls of her friends in her womb."
"So you did know Kaden and Derrick were mine?" Freddy chuckled.
"They looked nothing like Stephen. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out." Pam sighed, hating to admit to that Bastard that he was right. "But I'll tell you one thing Krueger. You may be the father genetically, but they grew up fine without you in their lives."
"Oh really? Never wanted to ask to see if I could play the father to your mother?" Freddy grinned, a row of sharp teeth glistening beneath those scarred lips of his.
Looking to the side, Pam noticed an opening. If she could move fast enough, she could wind him for just a second. That was all she needed. "You never were the fatherly type, Freddy." She uttered as she threw her fist into his stomach. His triumphant smile had turned into disbelief, then anger. He swung his claw at her, but she ducked and crawled through his legs, towards the kitchen table.
"You filthy whore!" He cursed as he swung his claw again, but Pam pushed a chair in his way, trapping his claw. His face contorted to a look of pure rage. But suddenly, they fell silent as they heard running coming towards the kitchen. Freddy looked at Pam, and smirked. He was closest to the kitchen door.
"NO! Don't come in!" Pam screamed, but she was too late. Kaden ran into the room, baseball bat at the ready.
"Mom, which boyfriend is after you now! Where is he!" Kaden shouted, oblivious of the man standing right next to him until it hit him. Freddy's knives were plunged into Kaden's flesh. Kaden stared up in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that Freddy Krueger had just killed him. Kaden spat blood into Freddy's face, and uttered a farewell.
"Stay away from my mother you asshole…" Kaden sighed, as Pam began to sob. Freddy smiled.
"Whatever you say, son." He smirked, as he watched Kaden's mouth drop, then suddenly slack. His head rolled to the side, and Freddy dropped him onto the linoleum. His blood began to pool.
"He was your son!" Pam screamed, looking into his eyes. "Why would you-!"
"I have plenty of children, bitch." Freddy scowled, his voice maintaining a soft rasp. "Just because he was yours, doesn't make him special."
Pam sat, open-mouthed at her tormentor's words. More children? So he's had other women- or even worse- young girls, on the side and gotten them pregnant while she was with Freddy? Even before and after her? She had known he was a pedophile since the beginning, but why had she thought that he was only haunting her? Pam felt hurt, but couldn't understand why.
Her gaze fell onto the knife she dropped a while ago. Tears fell from her eyes, and when she looked up at him, he smiled evilly down at her. Anger grew in her. She grabbed the knife and she lunged at him, wanting him to stop. His eyes were killing her. He could see through her with those eyes.
Pam's breath suddenly caught in her throat. She was inches away from his face, so close to stabbing them. Freddy smiled when she looked down, his knives plunged into her skin. Pam looked back into his eyes, a taunting gaze.
Freddy stood silently, as Pam closed the gap between their faces and kissed him, hands on his neck. Seconds passed, and continued even when he refused to return the favor. Blood that was escaping her lips was now on his, dripping down his chin. Pam then leaned into his ear and said in a haunting voice, "See you in Hell, Freddy."
"You'll have a long wait then, Pamela." Freddy smirked, as she slumped to the floor, her breathing becoming labored. Almost immediately, voices came into the apartment and ran towards the kitchen. Freddy was amazed how fast they had caught up to him.
One of the voices moaned in agony as she reached the kitchen.
"Mom!"
~Diane Willows~ Diane Willows~ Diane Willows~ Diane Willows~ Diane Willows~ Diane Willows~
Diane walked home slowly, afraid she would fall flat on her face. She had just had a night at the bar, drinking to her sorrows, doubts, but more importantly, her accomplishments. Police wouldn't tell anyone about Adeline Bennett, and if she was off the hook or not.
But Diane wasn't going to wait. Earlier that day, she had paid a girl named Angela, who wished to stay anonymous, that Adeline had a twin sister named Adrianna. But Diane had known that. There was also a girl named Kaylie Privatera, who seemed to be very close to the girls. Angela also said something very interesting.
Adeline seemed to have a strange obsession with old school serial killers, specifically Freddy Krueger. Diane was amazed by this bit of info. Lindsey and Robert had been killed in their sleep, by a set of knifes, possibly in a glove. But that was going too far.
She was at crossroads, for Freddy Krueger was a fictional boogieman, but the evidence pointed to maybe a copycat killer. Possibly Adeline was avenging her honor by killing these kids like Freddy Krueger does. Did.
Preposterous, she thought. Diane continued to shuffle her feet on the concrete. She remembered when she was thirteen, that Freddy Krueger was the big thing. Everybody couldn't get enough of Robert Englund. Diane thought it was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. People in love with a fictional killer. This was the epitome of human nature.
Diane was brought back to life by screams ringing the night. She sobered up quickly when a teen ran up to her. He couldn't even form a complete sentence.
"Killed! All… Those Three!… He's real!" He shouted as he ran past her, other kids high-tailing it behind him. Diane looked at the house they ran from. Windows were broken and bloodstained. She gulped, and headed towards the house.
Who was 'He'? And those three… Was he referring to Adeline, Adrianna, and Kaylie? She didn't know, but this was a big story. When she reached the house, an overpowering stench entered her nostrils. Putting her hands over her nose, she ventured inside, being careful not to touch anything.
She stopped in the living room and her mouth fell open in shock. A girl was on top of a table, guts trailing out. A boy's torso was hung over the plasma TV. Entrails leaking from the ceiling fan. A few bodiless heads were scattered on the floor. Diane sniveled as she turned on her heel and ran out. It was too much. She had to get out.
Once she reached the sidewalk, she didn't stop running. She made a right turn into the city. She had to find her apartment and shut herself in. Diane didn't know what to believe anymore. No way could three girls have done that. But neither could a fictional killer.
~Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~
"Mom!" Adeline cried, as she ran into the doorway. But it was too late. Kaden's body was mangled and bloody on the floor. Her mother looked worse. Pamela was just clinging to life, as if waiting for them to show up at this moment.
Adrianna completely ignored Freddy as she rushed to her mother's side, weeping on her shoulder. Pam sighed, and her hand trembled as she went to rub her daughter's back.
"It's… alright. I'm fine…" Pam rasped, blood trickling down her neck. Adeline entered the room and joined her sister next to her mother.
Kaylie stood in the doorway, staying out of their way. As she looked up, she caught Freddy's gaze. He was smirking, knowing that she knew about Pam's mother, and never told. Even though Freddy had threatened her not to tell, Kaylie still hung her head in shame.
"Mom…" Adeline whispered, as Pam placed a hand on her cheek.
"Adeline… Adrianna… I haven't been… completely honest with you two…" Pam coughed, and Adrianna wiped her mother's chin.
"Don't talk mommy…" Adrianna bawled, tears obstructing her vision. "It'll hurt more."
"I don't care. Adeline, Adrianna… I'm sorry for not… being a good mother." She turned to Adeline. "In my… dresser… In the locked box… There is… my journal. It will tell you… all I was afraid to tell you girls…"
Adeline nodded so hard she felt her neck was going to snap clean off. Pam reached into her pocket, and placed a key into Adeline's hand. It looked worn over the years, but had the appearance of being used sparingly.
"Adrianna… please don't… let yourself be soiled like me…" Pamela sighed, and Adrianna began to bawl. "No man… wants a girl who's lost… that much faith. Same goes for you… Adeline."
Adeline finally began to cry, past the broken levees that were once her stubbornness. She always thought that she would laugh at her mother's death. Curse her to her grave for being such a terrible mother. But now that it's come, she just didn't feel like it anymore. She watched helplessly as her mother's eyes began to shut.
"Don't… lose hope… my angels…" Pam sighed, and laid still. Adrianna wailed, and Adeline wiped her tears on her sleeves. Freddy became engrossed in his glove, and Kaylie avoided everybody's gazes.
Suddenly Kaylie was propelled across the floor with a crushing blow to the back of her skull. She fell beside Freddy's feet, looking shaken up. It was going to leave bruises.
~Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~ Freddy Krueger~
Freddy met where Adeline and Adrianna's gazes fell, onto a lean young man, black hair in a scene style. His ice blue eyes matched the twin girls' eyes. Freddy smirked as he noticed the red hair that protruded his roots. Kin.
"Well, who do we have here?" Freddy smirked, as this was becoming interesting. "Derrick isn't it?"
"What's it to you?" Derrick scoffed, as he looked at Adeline and Adrianna, scared shitless on the floor next to their mother. "Are you Adeline's freaky fuck buddy or something?" Freddy laughed heartily, while Adeline blushed like hell.
"Nah, she's much too flat for my taste, but I'm sure she's into the kinky stuff." Adeline wanted to kill Freddy. He was joking it up, and Derrick just seemed… too calm. "Besides, son, I have bigger plans for you." Adeline and Adrianna looked at their brother in shock.
"Son?" Derrick laughed. "I have no father, and if I did, he wouldn't be some Freddy Krueger impersonator."
"Your mother's diary can give you that much truth." Freddy's eyes narrowed. "Unfortunately, I have no more use for you. So sad."
As Freddy lifted his glove to lunge at Derrick, Adrianna threw herself onto him. She screamed something about not hurting Derrick, but he wasn't listening. He was focused of Adrianna clinging onto his waist.
Freddy shivered at the warmth of where her head rested on his chest. Her hair smelled of fruit. Her crystal eyes looked up at him, tears filling them.
She looked just like her mother.
For a fleeting moment, which seemed to last years, Freddy imagined he could do it. Slaughter the rest of the pigs. Forget his plans. He could relive his memories with Pamela through Adrianna. He would have her in this bloody kitchen. Violate her while their corpses watched. Freddy didn't give a shit.
He returned to reality as he saw his son's fist closing in on him. Freddy pushed Adrianna behind him as his head was knocked to the side by Derrick's punch. Freddy turned his head to face Derrick and spat blood on his face.
"You aren't even worth the ground I walk on, brat." Freddy scowled. "But I'm willing to give you a once in a lifetime offer kiddo. So listen up."
Adrianna scooted back to Adeline and her mother's corpse. Kaylie finally came to, and looked up to find herself in-between the two men. Derrick scowled, as he knew listening might be his only option. He couldn't kill this bastard as he was now. He wasn't prepared.
"We all leave right now. Tell the police, it won't matter. Give them five minutes to pack, then give us ten more minutes to drive away before the cops are called. Then maybe, I'll have respect for you Derrick." Derrick nodded in anguish, as Freddy smiled. "What are you girls waiting for, you heard your brother."
~Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~ Adeline Bennett~
Adeline ran into Pam's room and went straight for the dresser. She flung the doors open and saw the box. Her fingers fumbled on the lock, but finally clicked. The box wasn't just a diary. It was multiple diaries.
The diaries were adorned with decals and doodles. Adeline could date them too, from when she was youngest, to when she was oldest. Pretty pink with butterfly decals. Deep purple with morbid doodles of death and decay. Abysmal black adorned with magazine cut-outs of bands like White Snake, Dokken, Poison, Ratt, Scorpions, and Alice Cooper. There were also composition notebooks full of drawings of Freddy. Freddy's victims. Her as Freddy's victim.
Sifting through the box, she caught her finger on something sharp. Immediately sticking the finger in her mouth, she saw razor blades. They were rusted over time, but she knew what they were used for.
Not wanting to part with any of it, she locked the box back up and ran into her bedroom, box tucked under her arm. Adrianna was packing clothes for herself. Kaylie sat quietly on the bed, having nothing to bring. Adeline set the box on the bed and threw a suitcase together of enough clothes for the both of them. Adrianna shoved a few stuffed animals in her bag, and Adeline did the same. She had a large stuffed wolf that would work great as a pillow for all of them. They walked past Derrick in the kitchen to retrieve granola bars, soup cans, cereal, anything that wouldn't spoil. Adeline also retrieved her mother's 'work earnings' and stuffed them in her purse.
Freddy was already at the door waiting for them. As they turned to leave the kitchen, Derrick grabbed Adeline by the wrist. Adeline struggled as he began to speak his piece.
"You'll die by doing this. I won't let you get away with killing Kaden and Mom." Tears were rolling down his cheeks for his loss. "You'll all die by my hands, I promise you." He let Adeline go and they scurried towards the door and followed Freddy out.
When they reached the parking lot that Kaylie parked, they hauled their luggage that wasn't essential onto the flat-bed. The rest of their bags would serve as their pillows. Kaylie sat in the passenger's seat, too dizzy to drive from the blow to her head. Adrianna took the wheel, making the best of her driving test skills. Freddy's legs were lacking room in the back, while Adeline's were just slim enough to fit. Adeline held onto her mother's box and looked out the window to the city. She fell asleep still clutching the box.
~Derrick Bennett~ Derrick Bennett~ Derrick Bennett~ Derrick Bennett~ Derrick Bennett~ Derrick Bennett~
Police had secured the landing and called the whole thing a crime scene. Nobody was allowed in or out of their apartments, at least for tonight. The rookie policemen had been vomiting since they got here. They were talking about a party that had been crashed, with over fifty casualties. They think that the two crime scenes are related.
Derrick was tired of answering questions. He sat next to the elevator and smoked a cigarette, a guilty pleasure of his. He reflected on what he was told. That man couldn't have been Freddy Krueger, could he? For right now Derrick had to believe him, because their similarities were too similar. Natural red hair. Crystal blue globes for eyes. Arrogant stance and actions. Similar face structure. Whether he was Freddy Krueger or not, they were related.
Derrick's thoughts were interrupted by a frazzled woman running out of the elevator, looking around in a tizzy. He recognized her right away.
"Diane Willows?" Her head whipped around to face him, and she ran up to him, her heels carried in her hands. She looked tired and worn.
"Please kid, you have to make sure I'm not caught." Diane looked around frantically. "The police will kick me out sooner then-"
"Are you good at detective work Ms. Willows?" Derrick stood up, a good foot taller then her. "Because I could really use your help with this."
"So you're…?"
"Derrick Bennett. Brother of my killer sisters, their friend, and-"
"Freddy Krueger, right?" Derrick looked in surprise at Diane. How did she know? "I'm the one who found his earlier crime scene with those sixty-some kids. I don't want to believe it, but we might have a case here."
"I want to be the one to catch them, and skin them alive." Derrick scowled. "Bastards killed my brother and mother."
"I'm sorry… I'll help anyway I can!" Diane held his hands in hers, and Derrick sighed.
"You just can't be too worried about my relatives…"
"I know about your sisters Derrick-"
"No, you don't understand. I'm talking about Freddy. He's my father."
Yeah another chapter! And like two cliffhangers! I also can't believe Freddy's transformation since the beginning of the story. At first he was a bit of comic relief, and a bit of killing, but now he is his pedophilic, sadomasochist self. Sadomasochist might be pushing it, but how else do I describe this new Freddy? Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review! I appreciate every review you guys give me, good or bad. Well, time to imagine the newest chapter~