Oh God, Freddy is having a shit-fit! MELTDOWN! NIGHTMARE IN PROGRESS! Warning: Freddy is VERY dark in this chapter and FURIOUS! Enjoy the anger. :)
I was thrown backwards against the wall, next to my window.
The breath was knocked out of my body, as I curled up in a ball on the floor.
I began coughing roughly, unable to breathe properly. Freddy was scary when he was furious, but he got a WHOLE lot scarier, since that fury was aimed at me.
"So, Jennifer, why didn't you go to sleep, last night? I was waiting for ya, but you never came."
He spat, going towards me with that sauntering walk of his.
His clinked his claws together, narrowing his eyes into dark, threatening slits. I was still coughing, a little air did seep into my lungs, though, which I was immensely glad for.
"ANSWER ME, BITCH!"
He shouted, grabbing me up by my throat.
The little air that I had left, was instantly gone.
I started to gasp for air, again.
"I-I-I was afr-afraid."
I choked out, as I rose into the air, above his fedora.
"Afraid? AFRAID? YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID!"
Just then, the door to my room was swung open.
The killers were all in the hall, Hannibal and Jason, infront.
"FREDERICK! PUT HER DOWN!" Yelled Hannibal, as if trying to possibly control the situation.
Freddy raised his other arm in their direction.
The door slammed shut, locking in place.
"FREDERICK! LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS, FIRST!"
Shouted Hannibal, through the door.
"THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND HER!"
Roared Freddy, twisting his head to look back at me. My face was a bluish tint, almost a faint purple. I could feel myself slipping out of life, darkness swirling at the corner of my eyes. My eyes were slowly beginning to roll back into my head. Not wanting me to slip out of life, Freddy threw me across the room, on my bed.
The headboard smacked the wall hard, as my back thudded into the wood.
A pained shout, escaped my lips, as I continued to gasp for air.
AIR! AIR! WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW!
Pain seemed to engulf my enitre back, refusing to die down.
The door shook with pounding fists.
"Fred! Calm down! Tell us why you're freaking the fuck out!" Hollered Chucky.
Freddy pointedly ingored them, stalking over to me, a look of death on his face.
"Afraid of what!"
He snapped, pointing a claw at me in question.
I took a big breath, sucking in all the air I could, in order to answer him.
"I was afraid,"
I took another deep breath, still in pain, sitting up against the headboard.
"To sleep, because I knew that you,"
Another breath, bigger this time.
"Would be there, trying to skin me alive!"
Color flushed back into my face, as I stared, eyes as big as quarters, in his direction. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, as I watched his anger slightly decrease with something. Another emotion that had flooded him.
Is that, pride?
I asked myself, my chest heaving and falling in a quick motion.
My heart boomed in my ears, as I watched his expression change.
He's proud that I'm scared of him? So scared, I won't even go to sleep?
Then again, he was a dream demon, afterall. No wonder he's mad, but damn! He needed to chill the fuck out! Suddenly, he chuckled.
No way. He's laughing. He's actually laughing, at my suspense?
A sick smile, played on his features, looking me over.
"Skin you alive, em?"
He inquired, resting his gloved hand on the bedframe, around the matress.
I ever so slowly, nodded, afraid that if I didn't, he lift me into the air again and strangle me. His chuckle turned into a small laugh, beening barked out in a rough manner.
"You know,"
He prodded, slowly walking around to my side of the bed, trailing his razors along beside him, on the wooden bedframe.
"That's a good idea."
He grinned widely, watching as I slowly scooted away from him, still in agony.
Hey, being slammed into the wall, six times, and into the ceiling, twice, isn't a basket of roses. Adding to that, is being held in midair, by my neck, refusing to let me breathe. So, how do I feel?
Just peachy.
The door was literally vibrating with fists and protests. "I-I, uh choose to debate on that." I said, weakly, letting out a small and nervous laugh. Even though, I didn't feel like laughing, whatsoever.
"You think this is, funny, bitch?"
He snarled, digging the razors, deeper into the bedframe.
I shook my head, quickly.
"No, no, no, no! I don't think it's funny. I'm not amused, I swear!"
I pleaded, freezing in place, as he stopped next to me, towering over my cowering body. His shadow was so, unbelievably dark. His shadow was, damn, it was evil!
"You want to see, what I think, is funny?"
He rasped, darkly. His glare turned on full force, causing me to turn cold.
"I'd rather no-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he had his glove raised in the air, behind his head. With a loud and sickening, click, his razors were spread wide.
The sun reflected off of the blades, as if to point out. 'Oh fuck! Those things are sharp!'
Before I could think or even try to move away, he brought down the hand of death, and I let out a long and lasting, terrified scream.