Ch. 11

He froze with a terrified expression on his face.

"AMANDA!", I screamed again.

Freddy backed up, completely scared now, his eyes wide with fear. He shook his head.

I borrowed one of his quotes again, growling angrily as I said it.

"Your eyes say, 'No, no.', but my mouth says, 'Yes, yes.'"

He half hissed in anger, half backed up in fear.

So, for the final time, I looked at the sky and yelled, "AMANDA KRUEGER!"

He yelled in response, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!", and charged at me. I froze, not expecting this at all.

I flinched, this time in pure terror, as he neared me.

"How dare you say that name.", he threatened, growling as he spoke, "That name, that woman, I hate so much."

"I won't hurt you if I have unquestionable proof that you won't hurt me."

"Aw.", he murmured, "The child afraid of another scar on her ugly face?"

I winced, for the final time, as I whispered, "Nothing can ever fix my face."

"I can. I truly can.", he snickered, raising his glove, laughing darkly, quietly.

Then, I thought of something that might save me: Lisa killed him…boyfriend… love never dies… he got teased as a kid…his mother didn't love him…put him up for adoption…no child of God…Frederick.

I whispered, "…Frederick."

He neared me, silently smirking, showing his teeth, his glove raised to strike.

So, in response, I got up. He seemed only a little surprised by this, and laughed loudly, insanely, again, as if he were pleased to be doing another kill.

I took a step toward him, thinking I knew what he needed. This he was surprised by. He wasn't used to his victims willingly coming towards him.

"Frederick Charles Krueger.", I whispered. I stepped, hesitantly, a few feet forward. I wondered if he knew what I was going to do. He didn't seem like it; only surprised that I was nearing him.

He walked towards me again, also hesitantly, but for different reasons.

"Son of a hundred maniacs.", I whispered.

He ripped his head back and laughed insanely again, cackling, because he was pleased.

Still whispering, I told him, "Teased, no friends, beaten by your stepfather… you even killed your own wife, Krueger, before you were killed."

His only response was to laugh insanely again.

I was close to him now, only a few feet away. He saw my hesitation, and cackled again, his glove-knives clicking against each other.

Grimacing, I gathered all my will for what I was about to do.

He waited, smirking, showing his teeth, his eyes glowing, his glove ready… waiting, curious.

Shaking my head against the repulsion of what I was going to do, I raced forward and almost tackled him, gently, but tightly, putting my arms around him.

He was completely taken by surprise, and froze with the shock of it.

"Shh, shh.", I crooned. "Shh. Nobody's gonna get you here."

I started to gently rub his back, in a comforting manner, trying desperately to get to that little twelve year old boy inside him, who had lived so long ago.

He started to wince, and his breathing, rough and raw before, now turned to wheezing.

Silently groaning with repulsion, I put my ear over his silent heart, forcing him to make it beat.

"Shh.", I repeated. "It's okay… I won't hurt you."

He started to grind his teeth together, and hunched over with pain.

"Ough.", was all he said.

"Krueger?", I asked him. His only response was to let out a sound of pain, and fell, kneeling, to the ground. He used the boilers for support.

"Krueger?", I yelled, terrified. "What's wrong?"

He then raised his head to look at me, and his eyes clearly said, "Damn you."

I raised my hand to try to help him.

"Shh. Look at me. Let me see, let me help."

"You… would help me?", he asked.

I nodded.

He quoted himself.

"Help yourself, —!"

His blades clicked together again, gaining speed, and he raised it again. He locked his other arm around me, so that I couldn't run away. He knew what I feared: not being able to get out of a situation that frightened me.

I screamed with as little energy as I had left, wishing for death to come, fast and painless. I'd given up on everything.