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Chapter 13: Errands

Waltzing out of the police station gleefully, I breathed in the dank air that foretold a powerful dark storm. Closing my eyes to fully inhale one of my favorite scents as I stretched the length of my body to hear some satisfying cracks, I reveled in the simple pleasures of being a fully functional human once more.

Until of course, I remembered that I was in prissy little Officer Miller's body. Snarling at the inconvenience, I was slightly placated by the thought that I would soon be strong enough to play with a whole lot of new children. In my own body. A new set of naughty miscreants that needed to be punished will be within a swipe of my glove.

Just as soon as Christine fulfills her duties for me.

Admittedly, I often indulged in wondering how it would feel to give in to the tingling need to wring her neck, see how my fingertips would beget blue and purple marks on her flesh, observe her eyes bulge out of their sockets…until that magical moment where her body would just give in. Sag. That final spark of humanity just…vanish.

My right hand just itched for my trusted claw right now, aching to slice up the pale skin of her body. Oh, what glorious ecstasy it will be to finally make her one of my own children!

Clenching my fists harshly enough to leave nail marks on the insides of my palms, I willed the urge to march right back into the station and kill her at this very moment subside. All in good time, as I told her. All in good time.

Licking my teeth as I deliberated what I would do now, my mind faintly noted the taste of coffee still left behind by the girl. A faint smirk surfaced as I reached for the handcuffs hanging from my belt, spinning them on my index finger as I headed towards the officer's police car.

How very ironic that the girl would feel some sort of bizarre attraction to me. She didn't acknowledge it to herself yet, but I knew. Looking at both her past and present hobbies, I could see how. She had some strange obsessions. Anything from loving the disfigured freak from the Phantom of the Opera to the bipolar Joker.

Unusual girl.

Maybe I should tease her about it during her dreams tonight. I am definitely not letting her get through tonight without some fun. For me, at least. In between killing off the grubby little piglets from her school, naturally.

I wonder if I could get her to kill off any of them…perhaps if I flutter my eyelashes daintily?

Climbing into the police vehicle with a dark chuckle, I took in the view of the interior. Cool and comfortable black leather seats (in the front, at least), a silver laptop with two gray radios on each side that were connected to a complex radio system riddled with many tiny levers and buttons, and a radar on the dashboard. I clipped the handcuffs back onto my belt before looking at the range of buttons found in the car.

Shaking my head at the variety of complex switches, my eyes settled on a big red lever. I could guess what that one did. Smirking as I revved up the vehicle, I knew exactly what I needed to do to speed up the process of people knowing my name.

Backing out of the parking space carelessly, I stepped on the gas after a quick glance confirmed that there were no cars around. Pressing the switch on my car door, I opened the front windows to let in some fresh air.

After a few moments of silent riding, the hush grew boring. Reaching to turn on the radio, I was disappointed to see that it was set to a talk show station.

Seriously, Officer Miller? The man in question stirred in the back recesses of his own mind. Shh, keep quiet. I'll give you your body back soon enough. And when I do, you'll regret ever wanting it back.

With an evil grin lodged on my face, I searched for some actual music to listen to. Yuck, boring classical music. Pop music? Not quite my style. Hmm, what's this? Sounds interesting.

I tapped my fingers in rhythm alongside the steering wheel as I blasted the music, waiting to hear what sort of message this song tried to convey.

I'll kill you in my dreams
I turn the other cheek during the day
I'll kill you all

Oh, now this is just rich. I held back my laughter, wanting to continue listening to the song.

The subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
I know you're scared, you should be
I know you're scared…

Was this song just written specifically for me or what? Well, except for that part where I need to fall asleep. It's my victims that need to catch some shut eye for them to be doomed.

Hero

Finally letting out sonorous laughter, I wonder what the lyricist meant. Who's the hero? Certainly not me, that's for sure!

Resting my left arm out the window, I found myself close to where I was headed. It was around six in the evening and darkness was beginning to stretch its spindly arms to cover the skies. Deftly maneuvering the police vehicle into the parking lot of the nightclub where Christine left her mess, I poked my head out of the vehicle to find that no one had moved the body at all. There was a slight possibility that it might have been found by the average citizen, but nobody obviously cared enough to report it.

If only things were this way back during my reign of terror…

Putting the automobile into parking, I turned the key to the left to shut it off before opening the door and settling my feet onto the gravel with a slight crunch. Careful not to hit my head on the top of the car as I got out, I took in the pathetic sight of the fool who decided to mess with the wrong person. His matted hair was all that I could see of his head, considering his face was buried in the material of the hoodie on his chest and he was bent over halfway, his body crumpled on the ground and legs sprawled in right angles on each side of him. His jeans had spots of dried blood on them.

Finally reaching his body and ignoring the sickly smell emaciating from him, I grabbed the boy's hair to see the bullet hole that Christine managed to blow square in the middle of his forehead. Nice aim, kiddy. His look of absolute calm and almost pleasure was pretty hilarious, in my opinion.

Letting go of the boy's hair, his head fell back to its former position.

Reaching for the keys that were in my pocket, I walked back to the police vehicle, using the key to open the trunk. What could I use as materials for my little art project?

Finding nothing but a first aid kit, blanket, fire extinguisher, a bucket full of colored chalk and different sort of children's board games and balls (I guess he harbored the same love of children as I do, ha ha!), I settled with taking the colored chalk. Slamming the trunk back down, I walked back to where the dead kid was slumped and fished out the red and green pieces. In childlike handwriting, I wrote 'Freddy's Back!', alternating red and green for each letter.

Stepping back to evaluate my work, I thought it still left the wall a bit bare. Letting the artist within me speak, I picked out the white, brown and black pieces of chalk as well before turning back to the wall.

Starting with a white oval for my head, I took the brown piece to hastily draw my fedora. Choosing the white chalk again, I made an outline for my body, marking the place where I would distinguish where I had pants and where my sweater ended. Cheerily, I put down all of the pieces of chalk but the red and green ones to color in my signature stripes. Smiling at the way it looked so child-like, I drew my hands like sticks, making sure to elongate the fingers on my right before reaching for the red chalk to decorate my blades with some blood. I drew a few drops of blood that escaped from the blades themselves, a steady line downwards.

Afterwards, I grabbed the brown chalk to color in my pants, and saw that there was something missing – my face! Tapping a finger on my chin in deliberation, I decided to choose red again. Reaching for the color, I made my eyes two dots of crimson and an eerie line smile to finish.

Again stepping back to evaluate my hard work, I couldn't help but break a wide grin. It was perfect!

Now, to get rid of Officer Miller over here.

I fished for the gun that was snugly waiting in its holster, setting myself down next to the dead bastard before clicking down the safety.

Suddenly, I remembered that Christine's fingerprints were most likely on the gun. With a slight frown, I pulled out some of the blue shirt from my pants, cleaning it as best I could against the clean and pressed fabric. Sitting up straight, I righted the shirt and went back to the task at hand.

Pointing the gun to my forehead, I felt the panic of the officer in my mind. Tut, tut. Be a good boy, like the guy next to me! This doesn't have to be too painful for you, either. Sorry that I can't make it as...pleasurable a death as the sucker to my left experienced.

Slowly concentrating on drawing myself back into the dream world, I made sure that he would come back into reality asleep. There was no way that I would let him screw this up for me. After a few moments, I was in relative darkness with Officer Miller. He was held down by invisible binds, not able to move an inch from his position. Inching forward in my signature saunter, rejoicing in being in my own body with the familiar weight of my favorite glove in my right hand, I knelt in front of the officer.

"Buh bye, Officer Miller. Thanks for lettin' me use your body for a bit." I tipped the front of my fedora with my gloved hand to him in a mock sign of formality before using my left to pull the trigger both in the dream world and consequently the real world. It didn't take long for him to dissolve into nothingness, leaving me in absolute darkness. I took in the eerie silence for a short while before making my surroundings dissolve into the familiar territory of my makeshift terrain, the boiler room.

Among the familiar hum and grunts of the aged machines, my gravelly voice sweetly chimed in, "Okay little piggies! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Freddy's waiiiiiting…"