Psycho
Sure, I got one review, and it said Elvira was a Mary-Sue, and that hurt for a little, but I'm determined. Maybe I should just turn anonymous reviews off. I hope at least some people liked it, because I know more people read it from the story traffic.
Rated M for language, violence, smut, etc.
I don't own Nightmare on Elm Street. You've heard it all before.
Chapter 2: Remember Me?
Freddy's POV
Fresh meat, and she's living in MY house! It's all the same. A whore comes to live in my house, she crying because her pussy friends are dead, and I kill her. A woman now appeared in the boiler room. This was going to be fun.
Elvira's POV
I'm obviously in a dream, it's a boiler room. I pulled Emma in. "What the hell? Where are we," she asked. "A dream, where did you think," I scolded her for being so dumb. We heard a scraping sound downstairs. I went to ascend down the steps, but Emma held my arm back. "You don't know what's down there," she said. "And that's why I'm going down." Thank God my mother wasn't like this. The worst she did is force me to pray on rosary beads every time I did something wrong. But Emma was holding me back like one of those "over-protective" moms. She's the one who is capable of dying, I should be protecting her. But I don't.
I rather liked it here in the boiler room. It was so warm. I hated the cold we grew up in. It was bitter cold, and winter lasted half of the year. Christmas didn't make it any better. I got a child's prayer book and a plastic rosary for gifts. Mom forgot to take the price tag off. It was a total of three dollars from a garage sale. What a cheap bitch. Emma at least had the decency to steal new scissors for me.
At the bottom, a maniacal laughter echoed in the distance. It was much like mine, but more masculine. I get to meet a madman. How fun! I smiled my "Cheshire Cat" smile. Quite a few people called me that because of my wide, sharp-toothed grin. It was my trademark sadist smile.
Freddy's POV
The girl grinned when I laughed. There was something oddly familiar about her. Her smile was familiar. Oh well. I came towards her and slashed her heart with my claws. The girl coughed up blood and fell limp. Wait a second, she was laughing now! What the hell?
Elvira's POV
I laughed. It's so funny to see their shocked expressions after I spring back to life. I whipped out my scissors and chopped his head off. He looked… strange. His face was burned and misshaped, like he was a burn victim. His face was sort of familiar, with those icy blue eyes and large nose. I couldn't quite put my finger on who it was. It must have been a very long time ago. Mr. Krueger? No, he was dead.
Holy shit! His body suddenly moved and grabbed his own head! I was in complete awe. I brushed the shock off and chuckled. "So, you're immortal too, hmm?" I said.
Freddy's POV
That bitch chopped my head off. I reattached it. She started chuckling. That intimidating chuckle was maddening. "So, you're immortal too, hmm?" she said. "Damn straight, bitch!" I hate not being able to kill! She pinned me to the wall. She was one of the feisty ones. "If you want a real bitch, go see my mother," she said between gritted teeth. Before I kicked her off, I studied her face closely. It was her! She growled and said "What the fuck are you staring at?! Am I different?! Are my yellow eyes ugly to you, prick?!" She stared intently into my eyes.
Elvira's POV
He was staring at me! At my ugliness! Two can play at that game. I started staring at him while growling. The familiar feeling I had returned. It was at the tip of my tongue. I did know him…
I started shacking and loosened my grip. "Mr. Krueger?"
~Flashback~
How dare that bitch kick me out of the house! It's literally twenty below zero! I suppose she got sick of pushing me into the chapel to pray on the entire rosary six fucking times! Oh God, I was going to freeze to death out here. I'm fifteen and my mom is already sick of me stealing from other kids. Fuck the principal for tattling, that pussy.
I walked up to a house across the street. I think that guy Mr. Krueger lives here. I knocked on the door and shouted "Please let me in!" The door opened and I stood face-to-face with him. "What do you want?" He sounded irritated. I started crying. "What happened?" "Please let me in, Mr. Krueger. I'm gonna die out here!" He reluctantly let me in. His wife, her name is Loretta I think, looked at me and went frantic. "Oh my, what happened to you?" she said. I told them the story of how my mother kicked me out in only shorts and a t-shirt.
Loretta put a blanket over me and went to make soup for me. I looked to Mr. Krueger and smiled. "Thank you so much. I hate the cold so much. It would've killed me, not that it matters much," I said weakly. "How did you get in trouble?" he asked. I scowled and told him "I stole twenty bucks from some little shit. Excuse my language, Mr. Krueger. He got his 'friends' to come and beat me up. I punched 'em all and stabbed one in the chest. Maybe that's why mom doesn't like me, because of my violent streak. I just... get some sort of satisfaction from hurting others, you know? There's something wrong with me."
He smirked and said "Me, too." He quickly grabbed my hand and brought me downstairs to the cellar. What was happening? Then I saw it, bodies stashed everywhere. I grinned. "Finally, someone who does the same," I said. I smiled at him and, without thinking, hugged him. He looked shocked. I heard a knock at the door and ran upstairs to find my mother waiting there. "There you are. Come on, you're reading half of the Bible tonight." She grabbed my hand and sternly walked back. I looked back and saw Mr. Krueger in the entryway. I smiled and winked, as if saying, "I'll kill her someday."
~End Flashback~