Title: Fearless
Rating: M for Language, Violence, Grotesquerie, and General Trippiness
Summary: A girl suffers trauma to her temporal lobe. The result: no fear. ~ Squint and turn the screen sideways for romantic subtext. 1000 words per drabble.
Disclaimer & Important Notes:
I don't own Freddy. I don't want to own Freddy. He's a bad, bad man. I do not own Elm Street, either, though once I stole a sign.
None of the poems in this piece are mine. They are a collection of Mother Goose nursery rhymes, poems from children's books and stories, and songs passed down through generations of children and parents to acquaintances who were kind enough to let me use them.
Entry Five, Night Thirteen: Failure
Word Count: 242
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Failure
Night 13
"What are you afraid of, Freddy?"
He snorted, hunched over his glove as he made a few minor adjustments to the mechanics of it. "Don't you ever shut up?"
She hopped up on the edge of his workbench and swung long, bare legs. They were as flawless as though he hadn't skinned them just four nights prior. "Aw, c'mon," she wheedled. "Humor me. I let you test all your guesses on me."
"Let me?" He cut a sideways glare at her, his eyes burning over the blades of his glove. "Think you could have stopped me, bitch?"
She tilted her head and twitched her lips thoughtfully. "True," she acquiesced. He sniffed the air, then shook his head. What had he been hoping for? Surely not the burning-fat smell of fear.
He scowled down at his glove. He hadn't been able to get much work done lately—not when she was around. He'd restrained her a few times while he went to play with fresh piggies, but she always bitched and complained about being bored when he got back. He didn't know why she even kept coming. He sure as hell wasn't calling her there. There was nothing about her, in fact, that should have drawn her to this place. He hadn't found her fear yet. Sometimes, he wasn't sure she had one.
Everyone has a fear, he reminded himself. The one thing that makes their blood run cold…
It used to be him.
Making toast by the fireside,
Nurse fell in the grate and died.
What makes the matter ten times worse,
The toast was burnt along with nurse.
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