He walked back into the kitchen, Jennifer following hot at his heels.
"Don't you DARE touch one little strand of hair, on their heads. Or else."
He slowly turned around, propping himself up on the counter next to him. The other killers filed in, watching the scene infront of them.
"Oh come on, I just wanna give em' a little hug, is all."
He snickered, behind his gloved hand.
"Well, don't even try." She growled, threateningly.
His bored stance, didn't change, neither did his amusement.
"You're only wasting your time, Jenny,"
She cringed as he used her nickname from Alysson.
"What in the Hell makes you think, that I'll listen to you? You've got nothing interesting for me."
He crossed his arms, smirking in a cocky way.
She sighed deeply, tapping her fingers on the counter next to her.
"I'll make you a deal, Freddy,"
His eyes sparked with challege.
"Oh?"
He taughted, starting to like the situation before him.
"If you don't hurt or bother or kill Alysson and Max, I'll-I'll,"
She had started off strong, sounding pretty brave, but now she sounded weak. Freddy caught onto the sudden change in her attitude, because he started to grin.
"Yeah?"
He inquired, pushing more into the deal. She sighed, almost seeming to hate herself.
"I'll never stay awake again, I'll always fall asleep from now on. Hell, you can even give me a curfew. Just don't go into their dreams, okay? Please?"
She was half pleading with him, seeming utterly defeated, her shoulders sagging.
He brought a talon up to his chin, tapping it in pretend thought.
"Hmm, I don't know," He said, pretending that he wasn't sold on the idea, when he was.
She sent him a pleading look, wanting him to say, yes.
"Well, since you said, please,"
He mocked, waggling a talon infront of her.
"Your curfew starts at 8:00, tonight." He sneered.
She seemed solem, obviously not pleased.
Sighing, she nodded.
"Okay, fine. How do we seal the deal?"
He threw on a sick smile, as he held out his gloved hand.
"With a handshake."
She knitted her eyebrows together in confusion, looking akwardly at his sharp razors.
She was seriously, not comfortable.
"Um, I can't shake that hand." She whispered.
"Fine, have it your way,"
He snorted, carelessly, throwing up his left hand, slowly walking away.
"I'll just have to see what color, Alysson's room is, tonight,"
Jennifer made a low growl in her throat.
"NO! I'll shake your damn hand!"
She exclaimed.
He grinned, turning back around to face her, holding out his gloved hand again.
"Glad to hear it," He breathed, as she stepped up, reaching out a shaky hand.
She slowly and fearfully slid her hand into his, and gasped as she felt, just how sharp his razors were.
Freddy squeezed hard, but not hard enough to crush her bones. He cackled loudly, as he watched his talons cut into her skin, causing her hand to bleed monsterously.
Jennifer hissed in pain, eyes wide at the blood. "Stop, it hurts," She cried, and Freddy finally stopped squeezing, as they both shook on it.
Jennifer went to pull her hand out of his, but he kept it in that deathly grip. She tried again, becoming frantic. "Let g-go." She stammered, starting to shake. Freddy seemed to snap out of it, as he let the grip die.
She pulled her hand back, quickly, clutching her wrist in agony.
"You almost broke my fingers."
She snapped, as a tear slid out of the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, well, you almost broke my nose,"
He growled, watching her remember when she had first met him from that punch.
She ingored the blood, dripping down her wrist onto her forearm.
"So, you'll keep your promise?" She breathed, her chest barely heaving.
Freddy smiled, looking more evil then ever.
"I'm a man of my word,"
He said, loyally, slightly bowing to her.
She nodded, backing out of the kitchen.
"I'm going to clean this up," She muttered.
"Good, because those scars, won't go away."
He sneered, watching her leave.
He turned to his companions, only to be met by vicious glares.
"What?" He snapped.
Hannibal shook his head to himself.
"Sometimes, I wonder about you, friend,"
He trailed off, as everyone filed into seats or standing positions.
Freddy rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in an annoyed way, before falling into another conversation about, Mike Tyson.