Disclaimer: Do not own the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street, or any of its characters. Property of New Line/Warner Bros., Wes Craven, Platinum Dunes, and whoever else...

Author's Note: I decided to join the Freddy/Nancy AU with my friend Type Unique Pen Name Here, for au50 at insanejournal. I will NOT be doing this in numerical order.

Chapter Warnings/Notes: Sexual Content

28. Mirror

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," Nancy shivered, her head whipping back and fourth, her arms crossed, clutching her towel tightly against her form, as everywhere she looked she saw herself. Mirrors. Mirrors all around her. Above her, below her, all around. "Who's the fairest of them all."

He sounded so close. His voice was almost like a whisper of breath against her ear. But no matter where she turned, she couldn't see him, she could just feel him. He was close, but distant. Shaking, she pulled her towel up and pushed some wet strands of her hair out of her face. She had just finished taking a shower.

She had just wrapped the fluffy red towel around her body after drying off, when a loud clap of thunder and lightning, coming from nowhere, seeing as it wasn't even raining or anything outside, startled her, causing her to fall back into the shower, ramming her elbow against the slick wall.

Then, suddenly, the sliding door slammed shut, and the shower head suddenly turned on full blast. Hot, scalding water began pouring down onto her, burning her. Gaining her balance, the towel still clutched around her form, she tried to pry open the sliding glass door, slamming her shoulder and hands into the glass.

The water began to completely fill up. It wasn't draining? She looked down and gasped as she saw the drain was gone. The water was coming out so fast, that it was now past her kneecaps. It was so hot! It burned! She screamed, hoping someone, her father, Quentin, anyone, would hear her! But she'd been home alone. No one could have heard her.

The water was now to her waist. Panic was kicking in full force now! She searched, aimlessly, around, hoping to find something to break the glass with! Screaming in frustration and fear, she once again began to pound on the wall and glass, kicking at it with the sole of her foot.

The water seemed to become hotter, boiling and bubbling like she was in some kind of pot, as the water reached her shoulders. She reached up the shower head, coughing and hissing as it burned her skin while she tried to use it to pull her up and keep her head above the water. Her fingers slipped, and she barely let out a scream, before she fell, being engulfed by the water!

She'd kicked her feet and tried to swim up as darkness engulfed her and the light above her head, where she needed to be, started to move up, further and further away from her. She kicked and thrashed frantically, trying to reach the surface. The little air in her lungs was giving away, and she could feel the burning need to breath overtaking her!

'I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!' Just as she'd felt that her life was over, the water began to rapidly swirl around her. It was like someone had pulled plug! She kicked up and up, fighting to get to the closer approaching surface. She clawed, her vision almost darkening, when she finally broke surface, gasping and coughing as the air contracted and burst into her aching lungs.

Sputtering and shaking, she shakily felt her body lurch and fall onto a smooth surface, her vision blurry and burning as she pulled herself, weakly, out of the water, on her hands and knees breathing as she slowly regained her sight, startled to find she was staring down at herself. Looking up, all she saw was multiple reflections of herself.

And that had been what felt like hours ago. She had tried to break the mirrors, had tried to find some kind of opening to get out. But she couldn't find any. She couldn't find one single way out. And it was hot. Very hot. Her skin had dried and now her hair was frizzy and damp, sticking to her neck and back.

"Nancy," he whispered, his voice sounding like it was above her, as she whipped her head up, only seeing herself. His chuckle of cruel delight echoed around around her. "Let me go you sick fuck!" she screeched. running to the mirror in-front of her, slamming her fisted hands into the glass.

She watched as it cracked under the force she applied to her fists, a wave of hope being dashed from her as the cracks suddenly disappeared. "No!" she screamed, slamming her fist again, shaking in fear and anger as each crack she made disappeared, until she cried out as her fist were sliced against one of the slowly closing large crack.

She pulled back her hands as they shook, staring at the large, but not deep, gashes up the side to her pinky fingers, watching blood trickle down the sides and onto the mirror floor. Wincing, she wiped her hands on her towel, hissing as some of the fluffy material stuck to her skin.

"Little Nancy," her eyes widened, as she watched in the mirror in-front of her, as, like the time he had stabbed and taken her mother, she sauntered through the mirror behind her, his reflection only in-front of her and nowhere else.

She whipped around to face him, her hands held of in-front of her in protection. He swayed slightly on his feet, his hands at his side as he flicked his middle and index blades together, the sound echoing off the walls. "Didn't I tell you it isn't safe to play around broken glass, little Nancy?" he taunted, as beside her, to the left, the mirror flickered and an image of her younger self reaching down to pick up a broken bottle glass piece.

"Nancy! No!" She watched as her younger self cut her finger on the glass. She whimpered as blood began to pool at the tip, before strong, gloved, male hands grasped her wrist and pulled her back, before they reached down and picked up the glass and tossed it in a trashcan. "Don't ever do that, OK? You never play around broken glass or pick it up! You get hurt and could get sick from it."

The Freddy of her childhood, his voice sounding so soft and gentle back then, pulled out a Kleenex and carefully dabbed at her cut finger as her younger self cried. "S-Sorry, Mr Fweddy," she hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with her free hand. "I won't do it again. I pwomise..." her younger self's voice trailed off, as the image disappeared.

"Naughty girl," he chuckled, suddenly right in-front of her. "You broke another promise." Nancy's breathing became ragged, as her body felt frozen and she slowly raised her hands up to show him the large gashes. She tried to lower her arms as his burnt flesh hand touched hers, the calloused and peeling skin feeling strange against her smooth skin, as he gripped her wrists and pulled her hands closer and wrapped his mouth around the side where the cut was, pulling a hiss from her, as his burnt tongue lavished the blood oozing from it.

She tried to pull away as he released her tingling cut from his lips, and smirked, her blood on his lips, as he yanked her forcefully, once again, closer to his body. She was now only a hairs length from his body, unable to move, as his gloved hand suddenly clasp her face, the blades digging into her skin, as he firmly held her gaze on him. His cruel, mismatched eyes bore into hers as she tried to pull back without cutting herself.

Struggling, Nancy let out a cry as she was somehow able to move her hands and push at his chest, causing him to grunt as she hissed when his claws cut at her face. She stumbled back, trying to catch her balance, only to be suddenly, painfully, be slammed back against the glass wall behind her. She groaned at the pain, only to whimper as his flesh hand shot up to grip her throat.

"Shouldn't play so rough, Nancy," he growled, squeezing just enough to startle her, before swinging her around, causing her to stumble back and land in the center of the mirror room on her back, crying out as what looked like hands, pushed out the mirror and wrapped around her wrist and legs. "You might get hurt," he growled, as she kicked and thrashed, trying to pull free and sit up, only to be slammed back against the ground as Freddy, with cat like agile, pushed off the ground and pounced onto of her, pinning her down with his weight, as the hands held her in place.

"S-Stop! N-No! L-Let me go!" she wailed, trying to push up and buck him off. Her stomach lurched as he groaned and ground his hips down, her eyes widening. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to melt through the mirror floor and away from him as he straddled her waist.

Above her, he took in her appearance. Took in how flushed her skin was, the way her damp hair was splayed out on the reflective surface, the way the small cuts on her face from his glove were covered in slowly coagulating blood. He slide his clawed index finger up her side, pulling at the fluffy material of the towel, as he leaned down and nuzzled his face against her neck, smelling her skin.

Nancy let out a breath of air, shuddering, as his rough, decaying, skin rubbed against her neck, feeling the outline of the rip in the side of his face. Her breath caught as she felt his middle and index claw slide up the front of her stomach and to the top. "Little Nancy," he growled against her neck. "Let's see how much you've grown!"

Nancy screamed, her eyes wide and her body jerking, as he ripped the towel from her body, exposing her fully naked body to him. "Well well," he rasped, his claw digging into the skin between the valley of her breast. "Little Nancy is all grown up."

Nancy cried, tears falling freely, as he leaned forward and bit at the side of her breast, his flesh hand kneading roughly at her other. She tried to curl her body away, tried to move her legs to kick at him. But nothing worked. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his knee press up between her legs, moving the rough material against her bear opening. She shuddered and gaped, whimpering loudly as she he bit up to her face, roughly slamming his mouth against hers.

She screamed against his lips, gagging as his tongue invaded her mouth, the taste of burnt, rancid, meat overwhelming her taste-buds, as she tried to push his tongue out with her own, biting down on the invading appendage, only for him to bite her lip with his yellow, crooked teeth, drawing blood. She whimpered as he tugged on her bottom lip, releasing it roughly.

Blood trickled lightly in her mouth as she panted and tried to pull free, freezing as she heard the sound of his zipper being undone. "N-No!" she screamed, as her thrashing became animalistly wild, not caring if she hurt herself. She needed to get away! She wouldn't let hi-Ooh!

Her mind froze as he leaned forward and bit her shoulder, gripping her waist roughly, as she felt something pushing slowly, but persistently at her entrance. She jerked her head and cried out in pain. "D-Don't! P-Please, do-don't do thi-this!" she whispered, trying to kick at his back, grunting in pain as the movement sent a painful ripple through her southern region, earning a raspy chuckle, sounding like sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"Don't worry, little Nancy," he groaned, leaning down to bite at her earlobe. "this won't hurt one," he moved her hips up ", little" he gripped at her waist, the blades stinging as they dug into her side, "bit!" With that said, he gave a very rough and quick pelvic thrust, pushing his length all the way in. Nancy's let out a piercing scream of pain, as he felt a very small snap across the tip of his length, feeling the blood rush from inside her. "My little Nancy," he groaned, as she sobbed, gasping in pain, as he began to painfully and quickly thrust his hips, moving in and out of her at a feverish pace, not caring to give her time to adjust.

It hurt! God it hurt so fucking much! Her mind and body were screaming in protect, her body twitching and her lower back aching, as he slammed into her, grunting and growling like an animal, biting at her neck, her cheek, and her lips. "Stop! Stop! M-Mr. F-Freddy it hurts!" her voice was childish, almost sounding like her younger self, as she began to cry. This only seemed to fuel him.

He yanked her up, the hands holding her down releasing her and sliding back into the mirror world, as he forced her into a Lotus position, plunging deep into her core with bruising speed, his hands moving her waist roughly to meet his thrusts as he bit at her breast.

To her sick disgust, she moaned, the sensation rising from pure pain, to an aching pleasure. She fell against his body, as she shook, grasping at his sweater, whimpering. She was in a tizzy. Her body was begging for more as her mind screamed in protest and anger and fear.

This was too much! She began to try and push away, trying to distance herself from him, only for him to roughly grab her shoulders and lift her up, turning her around, before sheathing himself inside her again at a painful thrust, her back against his chest as she shook her head and wailed as his hands reached down to her womanhood, stroking and teasing, trying to force her body to submit to him.

Her vision was a blur, as she stared forward, taking in the blurry sight before her. As he eyes adjust, they widened in disgust and pure horror, as anywhere she could look, she saw herself. She watched him work her body and plow into her core, saw his gloved hand guide her hips, to which she sickeningly realized, she was moving on her own.

She covered her eyes, crying and shaking her head. She didn't wanna see! Not this! No! She wasn't enjoying this! This was wrong! She let out a cry as her hands were ripped from her face and she was pushed onto her hands and knees, Freddy keeping his jarring, rough, pace, using his gloved hand to hold the back of her head and force her to watch.

"You're mine forever, Nancy," he whispered, his chest pressed against her back, biting at her neck as his assault became jerky and sloppy, his lust building, as Nancy felt her own desire burning as she clamped around him, tightening as she shook her head and screamed. "Stop! P-Pull out! Nooo!" He simply chuckled darkly, as he pushed her body over the edge, causing her to wail as he forced her to release. He rode out her orgasm, snarling as he soon followed, releasing inside her.

Nancy's eyes bore into the reflective image of herself. The girl staring back at her wasn't her... Not anymore. She twitched and shook as he pulled out, causing her to crash to the floor, curling slowly into a fetal position, seeing herself reflected on the floor, the ceiling, and the wall right across from her. She felt like the glass wall she had pounded her fist into; broken, but unable to repair herself like it could.

"She heard his pants zip, as he began to sink into the mirror, his body being engulfed like he was in quicksand as he chuckled, almost cackling, as Nancy covered her face and sobbed, the reflection of Freddy Krueger laughing from every mirror.

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