Demented
Sorry for the delay. It was going to be finished on Sunday but I e-mailed it to myself, which I opened on my grandmother's computer, which then proceeded to delete two pages worth of work. I started crying, not only because half my story was deleted, but because I was "on the rag." Anyway, here it is, and I'm not putting up that rated M and I don't own this crap again. I think I made my point clear the first 4 times.
Disclaimer: Elvira's views on the Catholic church are NOT my own. I designed her as a politically incorrect and stereotyping bitch. I design my characters based on what I know about the character I want them to hook up with. And studies show that Freddy is an annoying and racist prick. "Dark meat," he says. Nice, Freddy. Really nice. *cough* douchebag *cough*
Chapter 6: My Mom
"You're staying WHERE for two weeks?!" Elvira shouted in Emma's ear, much to Emma's discomfort. "Uh… Camp Crystal Lake, I think I said. I'm going to be a housekeeper for Lindsay, Trevor, and Jake."
"You know that's where the jocks and their hoes died, right?" Elvira asked.
"Yeah, but I need the money and maybe if I'm lucky they will be slaughtered," Emma said darkly yet still managing to sound innocent. "Aww, I'm gonna miss you. Maybe you will escape within an inch of your life!" Elvira smiled and hugged Emma. She took this chance to observe Emma's small yet perky breasts.
"So much for seducing the killer."
Emma looked revolted while pushing Elvira away. "I didn't plan on seducing anybody. And I would never think of 'showing them off' because I assure you I am not a prostitute."
"Yeah, and you might as well label the killers 'virgin' right now because they're not usually interested in hookers,"
Emma smiled weakly. "Well, while you pack up for your trip, I'm going to go see where Old Hag is living nowadays," Elvira said. "You mean your mom?" "Exactly. I wish that glass of orange juice had hit your mother straight in the skull. Unfortunately it didn't and both our moms are alive."
Emma's expression saddened. "At least your mother wasn't a prostitute. 'Take your retard pills!'" She imitated her mother's annoyingly high voice.
"I'll take pictures of Old Hag's divine end!" Elvira clasped her hands together and giggled, murderous acts clearly on her mind. The sides of Emma's lips curled into a ghost of a smile. "That won't be necessary." Tears glossed Emma's eyes but she quickly brushed them off, embarrassed.
Elvira scoffed at her easily provoked emotions. "I'll come visit you after the first week. Don't die or I'll kill you and take a piss on your dead body," she replied. She then slammed the door, leaving Emma disturbed and astounded.
She popped in her Eminem CD into the disc slot. "Kill You" started playing as Elvira snickered. "Perfect for the occasion." She drove for miles, all the while planning the death. It soon became sunset. Her mom would be in bed by now.
She pulled into her childhood house's driveway. "Look at it, big, white, and prissy as always!" Elvira stepped out. Memories flooded back to her. Memories of being locked in a small room with only a pew and a large cross, the statue of a dead and bloody Jesus nailed to it. She remembered where the spare house key was; under the statue of St. Peter on the front lawn. She kicked over the statue and took the key from under it. The key with yet another cross adorning it. It seems everything that was her memories was crucifixes. Then she remembered 1st grade.
A little girl with icy and drooping eyes sat alone at a table, coloring a picture of a flower. She wore a pink and white hearted sundress as brown, messy hair fell to her shoulders. A girl with very long golden hair and green eyes walked up and sat next to her. The brown-haired girl looked up and went quite pale, but returned to her drawing. "Hi!" The blonde girl said in an attempt to be friendly.
"What're you drawing?" "A flower," the other little girl said glumly. "My name's Elvira Spencer and my parents named me that because I'm pure and Elvira means 'all true.'" The brown-haired girl glared at the smiling blonde brat. "My name's Emma Blackwell and they named me that because they could give a rat's ass what my name is." Elvira's nose scrunched up.
"God doesn't like it when people swear."
"I don't believe in Him." Elvira's eyes swelled with tears.
"But my mommy says if you don't love God you'll go to Hell!"
"Is that what your parents brainwashed you into thinking? Why then, do some people have it all and most people have nothing?"
"Because God gave us free will!" Elvira's face was going red with rage.
"It's sick people's fault they're dying? It's an animal's fault they're stray? God could've made me a princess with everything I've ever wanted in front of me, but He DIDN'T!"
Elvira started bawling and ran away.
Emma may have been blunt, Elvira realized, but she was the child that was pure. Sure, she didn't believe in God or any other divine being, but she tried her hardest to help others, even if her words came across as rude and un-loving.
Elvira slipped the key into her front door and turned. A click was heard and she crept in. And there, next to the large staircase, was a brown door, with a white cross painted on the front. This was the door to the chapel. She snuck inside. The bloody cross and the pew were still there, beckoning her to kneel down and grovel for forgiveness. Elvira took the cross from the wall, knocked the candle holders over, ripped the paintings of Mary off the wall, and smashed the pew in half.
She looked down on the ruins of the room and was satisfied. Elvira looked into the living room from the main hall. There was the fireplace. Mahogany logs were already loaded in the pit. She took out a lighter and lit the logs. She looked at cross in hatred and held the crucifix over the fire and dropped it. Then the said the very thing she said when she chose to become immortal; you failed me. I gave you everything to prove I could be good, but you chose to ignore me. I resent you.
She let the tongues of flame lick the cross, turning it morbid and blackened. Ash from the wood flowed into the fire. Standing up, she crept up the staircase. As she recalled, her mother was on the third floor, probably saying her goodnight prayers. Elvira remembered it well, as she said it every night by her bedside.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for God my soul to keep;
Or if I die before I wake,
I pray for God my soul to take.
She walked down the second floor hallway. After crossing many doors, she met her own door, a personalized plaque with the name "Elvira" on the front. Her hands closed around the doorknob, but it was jammed. Elvira kicked it in with her steel cleets, leaving a large dent in the front. Familiar green carpet and a pink sheeted bed met her eyes.
"Hello? Who's there?" a voice called from upstairs. Elvira stood rigid and quiet. Footsteps walking down the staircase broke the silence. She quickly ducked under her bed. Bunny slippers shuffled into the room. She examined her mother. She was beautiful as always with mid-length auburn hair and a piercing green gaze, even if veins and wrinkles were randomly scattered around her hands. Just looking at her made Elvira sick. Her mother; Rachael Spencer.
The woman shrugged and walked out. Elvira snickered. "The dumb bimbo doesn't see the hole in the door? Age must've fucked up her eyesight." Beneath cobwebs in the hidden corner laid a pentagram. She crawled out from under her bed and immediately spotted her huge teddy bear, about her size at the age of five. Stitches were across the back. Elvira whipped out her scissors and snipped the threads. She reached in and cotton met her fingers. Deeper in, she felt a hard surface and pulled. There was her first book on Satanism with a picture of the Devil on the brown cover. She had stolen it from the black market on the other side of town at thirteen.
Elvira crawled in bed and tried to sleep. Why kill your own mother in real life when you can kill her in a dream? Elvira thought. After all, the police couldn't trace anything. As long as those teenagers that always managed to beat Freddy stayed the fuck away, it'd be all good. "What a bunch of idiots," Elvira said to herself. "They think he's gone for good, but they're sadly mistaken. The King of Dreams can't die."
She drifted into a calm sleep and again awoke in the familiar boiler room. "I'll let you scare the shit out of her, Freddy," she said into the mist. The boiler room morphed into a comfortable looking room with crucifixes on the walls. "Letting the bitch get comfortable?" Freddy said darkly. "At least until she realizes I'm up to no good." Elvira's hair now turned a beautiful golden blonde. Her gold eyes then turned a sparkling green. "She'll be happy to know I became the perfect blonde girl she always wanted." Elvira's green eyes reddened with rage. "It feels shitty knowing your existence was a mistake. Is your mom disappointed, too?" She looked back at Freddy. He shook with anger. "That bitch was a fucking nun! She praised the teenagers that tried to destroy me," Freddy said thickly. Elvira smiled. "How about letting me peek into your past? Maybe I could understand you better," she said.
"Bullshit. You're just a nosy bitch," he replied.
"Well you saw enough of mine. And let me remind you that you are the 'nosy' one, big nose!"
Freddy glared and clawed her face open. "That's not a very good punishment! You should know most lunatics get turned on by pain," she said and laughed.
Before he could respond, her mother, Rachael, came into the room. Freddy shadowed himself. "Mommy?" the good Elvira now asked. "I went bad, mommy." She started crying. Freddy was convinced for a moment that she wasn't acting. "I started killing with that monster!" She pointed directly at Freddy. Rachael looked up and her face turned sour and disgusted. "That?" the woman repeated. "Please take me back, mommy. Teach me the Bible again."
She embraced her mother. After a few seconds, without hugging her back, her mother said "Fine. Maybe you're not at a complete loss." Elvira grinned and stabbed her mother in the back with pins. The room now melted into the boiler room and Rachael's hands and feet were nailed to the wall, leaving her posture a cross. The woman wailed at the stinging pain in her hands and feet. "Boy, mommy, you're really dumb." Rachael stared at her deformed daughter. She has gold eyes and white hair with red. Her lips were now twisted into a horrible grin that reminded her of the Grinch.
"Actually, 'mother,' I'm in business with this monster, so called. He actally has the decency to accept me, faults and all, like you never did." Her mother had tears steaking down her face. "My daughter would never love a monster like him!" she choked. "Love? Is that what you call it? I call it this!" She grabbed Freddy and kissed him hard on the lips and shoved him away. All three were shocked at her actions. Freddy was too shocked to even respond. Her mom was now sobbing hysterically. "You are Satan's child!" she spat. "Didn't know mommy fucked guys named Satan," Elvira snapped back.
She took out a knife and peeled it under her mom's arms. She screamed and tried to squirm free, but to no avail. "It's a shame I wasn't the daughter you always wanted, isn't it mom?!" She continued slicing skin off the arms as blood stained the walls. "Mommys are supposed to LOVE their child, aren't they?!" Elvira finished slicing skin off the arms and now took a hammer to her kneecaps. The blow sent Rachael into a sreaming fit. She took a carving knife out of her pocket and started carving into her mom's stomach.
After a few minutes of screaming, the canvas of flesh now had a pentagram carved into it. Elvira now sliced her throat and placed a crown of thorns atop her head.
Elvira exhaled and smiled at her work of art. "Why'd you kiss me?" came a voice from behind her.
"Huh?" Elvira was obviously distracted.
"I said why did you kiss me, whore?!"
Elvira scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, I did it to freak mom out. Besides, whores usually give away their virginity at the age of fifteen, and I assure you that is the one thing nobody has ever taken from me." Elvira disappeared. But there was one fact neither of them could deny.
It felt good.