Beautiful Nightmare
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Category:
M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,418
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I dont own Freddy Krueger or Nightmare on Elm Street, and I dont own the songs depicted in the chapters, nor am I making money off of this story.
Epilogue of Bad Romance
"Bad Romance"--Lady Gaga
Freddy sat practically on the edge of his seat, counting down the seconds on his watch like it was the last day of school. Just a minute more…just one more minute before he could kill again! He could FEEL those seconds tick by…
…Five…
…Four…
…Three…
…Two…
…One…
“FINALLY!!!” Right at that moment, he forcefully tore down the wall he had put up to keep himself from being tempted to go after a kid in their dreams, and he immediately felt a wave of children’s dreams wash over him so powerful, it was momentarily overwhelming.
…In fact, he thought he had an orgasm from the impact.
All the better!
He forced himself to focus and sift through the dreams to find the best one. And…THERE it was…!
“Show time…” he growled to himself, his knives twitching. He took a step out of his realm and into the dream…and froze.
…What the HELL was in that cigarette he smoked five minutes ago!?
He was in a fucking CASINO.
A loud, boisterous, colorful, circus-like CASINO. There was every game imaginable being played, people tossing money around like candy, and topless girls walking around with free drinks.
“…Fuckin’ aye.”
Why not enjoy himself a little, while he was here, he thought to himself. He walked around, snitching money tokens, took a few drinks (which were HOLY SHIT, that good), and played a couple rounds of Roulette (winning twice; one for 14-red, and another for 28-black), and even cut a throat or two, just for the hell of it.
He wandered around until he found a room that he sensed had underage kids inside, and pushed open the doors to reveal something of a rave party with live entertainment. And almost every person in the room was under the age of 19.
‘…Thank you, Dream Demons, for this meal I am about to partake in,’ Freddy thought to himself, grinning like a maniac. ‘Amen.’ He mingled in easily; the kids were too busy dancing or getting drunk, and Freddy absently thought that Jason would both love and HATE this group right now…
He grabbed a drink from the bartender and downed it, hearing one of those songs Angelia had snuck into his MP3 player start up, and though it was a song he personally hated on the basis that he was NEVER fond of today’s pop music, he somehow found it interesting nowadays…
“I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leather studded kiss in the scene
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love”
Freddy looked up to see that a girl had taken the stage to lip-sync; and she was quite the looker, too. She had red and black hair that was short in back, but hid her eyes behind a long fringe. Her lips were painted red and black, and she was wearing patent leather pants with the sides cut out and held in place with one cord each at the knees, a red halter top, a shoulder-length glove on her left arm and…
…What the fuck…?
…A black leather glove on her left hand with blades on the four fingers.
“I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance”
…That bitch.
‘YOUR bitch…’
That WHORE…!
‘YOUR whore…’
…Who the fuck was in his head?
‘ME, asshole.’
Freddy looked up to see her staring down at him, flipping her fringe away to reveal neon-green eyes. She smiled at him and kept lip-syncing.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
“I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love”
So, Freddy was FINALLY getting it, I thought. About fucking time. And he should be glad I’m doing this; dream or not, he knew I hated being the center of attention in crowds.
“Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy”
Yeah, I had his attention; he was looking at me like he had just seen a ghost. Well…technically…
No, I’m a demonic manifestation, like him now. I finished up my song while he gaped at me in shock. Heh, ten points to me! Haha!
After the fact, I walked down from the stage, changing my outfit (because patent leather pants SUCK ASS) into black denim jeans and a red t-shirt, flexing my fingers as I walked up to him. He gripped the glass he was holding so hard it shattered. “Hey, Freddy,” I said, smiling at him. Freddy just kept staring. “…Good morning, star shine. The Earth says hello.”
“…The fuck?”
“Knew that get a reaction out of you.” I poked his forehead with the tip of my index blade. “Thought you blew a fuse there for a moment.”
Freddy was silent for a moment more, then he suddenly grabbed my by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the wall. “Where the FUCK have you been!?” he demanded, his blades poised to strike. I could hear the barest trace of a choke in his voice, and I reached up to pull his head to mine for a kiss. Freddy’s grip on my shirt didn’t lessen; if anything, it tightened as he kissed me back hard. His knives scratched the wall next to my head, and mine skimmed down his back. After the longest time, he pulled back, his eyes flashing red. “…I’m still fucking pissed at you,” he said stiffly.
“I know,” I replied. I traced the tips of my knives down his face. “But if it’s any consolation, you know perfectly well that Hell is a bureaucracy. I spent the first six months just waiting to get approval for demonhood.”
“And the OTHER six months?” Freddy demanded, crossing his arms.
“Gathering strength and practicing my advanced powers,” I replied. I spread my arms, gesturing around. “How do you think so many kids are having the same dream about the same place at the same time? It’s for YOU, Freddy. Forty-two kids, just for YOU.”
Freddy seemed to think about that; it was kind of hard for him NOT to; after a year of no killing by choice, a hoard of FORTY-TWO sounded like a smorgasbord. Drool-worthy, if I do so say myself.
“…For me?” he asked. I smiled and nodded.
“And I wont touch ONE of them unless you want me to,” I replied. Freddy grinned and pulled me to him, taking his fedora off to put it on my head and kissing me so hard my lip split on his teeth. He pulled back, licking his lips.
“There’s only ONE person in this room you’re ‘touching’ tonight, Princess,” he growled, his blades clinking. “And that’s ME.”
THE END
Freddy sat practically on the edge of his seat, counting down the seconds on his watch like it was the last day of school. Just a minute more…just one more minute before he could kill again! He could FEEL those seconds tick by…
…Five…
…Four…
…Three…
…Two…
…One…
“FINALLY!!!” Right at that moment, he forcefully tore down the wall he had put up to keep himself from being tempted to go after a kid in their dreams, and he immediately felt a wave of children’s dreams wash over him so powerful, it was momentarily overwhelming.
…In fact, he thought he had an orgasm from the impact.
All the better!
He forced himself to focus and sift through the dreams to find the best one. And…THERE it was…!
“Show time…” he growled to himself, his knives twitching. He took a step out of his realm and into the dream…and froze.
…What the HELL was in that cigarette he smoked five minutes ago!?
He was in a fucking CASINO.
A loud, boisterous, colorful, circus-like CASINO. There was every game imaginable being played, people tossing money around like candy, and topless girls walking around with free drinks.
“…Fuckin’ aye.”
Why not enjoy himself a little, while he was here, he thought to himself. He walked around, snitching money tokens, took a few drinks (which were HOLY SHIT, that good), and played a couple rounds of Roulette (winning twice; one for 14-red, and another for 28-black), and even cut a throat or two, just for the hell of it.
He wandered around until he found a room that he sensed had underage kids inside, and pushed open the doors to reveal something of a rave party with live entertainment. And almost every person in the room was under the age of 19.
‘…Thank you, Dream Demons, for this meal I am about to partake in,’ Freddy thought to himself, grinning like a maniac. ‘Amen.’ He mingled in easily; the kids were too busy dancing or getting drunk, and Freddy absently thought that Jason would both love and HATE this group right now…
He grabbed a drink from the bartender and downed it, hearing one of those songs Angelia had snuck into his MP3 player start up, and though it was a song he personally hated on the basis that he was NEVER fond of today’s pop music, he somehow found it interesting nowadays…
“I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leather studded kiss in the scene
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love”
Freddy looked up to see that a girl had taken the stage to lip-sync; and she was quite the looker, too. She had red and black hair that was short in back, but hid her eyes behind a long fringe. Her lips were painted red and black, and she was wearing patent leather pants with the sides cut out and held in place with one cord each at the knees, a red halter top, a shoulder-length glove on her left arm and…
…What the fuck…?
…A black leather glove on her left hand with blades on the four fingers.
“I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance”
…That bitch.
‘YOUR bitch…’
That WHORE…!
‘YOUR whore…’
…Who the fuck was in his head?
‘ME, asshole.’
Freddy looked up to see her staring down at him, flipping her fringe away to reveal neon-green eyes. She smiled at him and kept lip-syncing.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
“I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love”
So, Freddy was FINALLY getting it, I thought. About fucking time. And he should be glad I’m doing this; dream or not, he knew I hated being the center of attention in crowds.
“Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy”
Yeah, I had his attention; he was looking at me like he had just seen a ghost. Well…technically…
No, I’m a demonic manifestation, like him now. I finished up my song while he gaped at me in shock. Heh, ten points to me! Haha!
After the fact, I walked down from the stage, changing my outfit (because patent leather pants SUCK ASS) into black denim jeans and a red t-shirt, flexing my fingers as I walked up to him. He gripped the glass he was holding so hard it shattered. “Hey, Freddy,” I said, smiling at him. Freddy just kept staring. “…Good morning, star shine. The Earth says hello.”
“…The fuck?”
“Knew that get a reaction out of you.” I poked his forehead with the tip of my index blade. “Thought you blew a fuse there for a moment.”
Freddy was silent for a moment more, then he suddenly grabbed my by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the wall. “Where the FUCK have you been!?” he demanded, his blades poised to strike. I could hear the barest trace of a choke in his voice, and I reached up to pull his head to mine for a kiss. Freddy’s grip on my shirt didn’t lessen; if anything, it tightened as he kissed me back hard. His knives scratched the wall next to my head, and mine skimmed down his back. After the longest time, he pulled back, his eyes flashing red. “…I’m still fucking pissed at you,” he said stiffly.
“I know,” I replied. I traced the tips of my knives down his face. “But if it’s any consolation, you know perfectly well that Hell is a bureaucracy. I spent the first six months just waiting to get approval for demonhood.”
“And the OTHER six months?” Freddy demanded, crossing his arms.
“Gathering strength and practicing my advanced powers,” I replied. I spread my arms, gesturing around. “How do you think so many kids are having the same dream about the same place at the same time? It’s for YOU, Freddy. Forty-two kids, just for YOU.”
Freddy seemed to think about that; it was kind of hard for him NOT to; after a year of no killing by choice, a hoard of FORTY-TWO sounded like a smorgasbord. Drool-worthy, if I do so say myself.
“…For me?” he asked. I smiled and nodded.
“And I wont touch ONE of them unless you want me to,” I replied. Freddy grinned and pulled me to him, taking his fedora off to put it on my head and kissing me so hard my lip split on his teeth. He pulled back, licking his lips.
“There’s only ONE person in this room you’re ‘touching’ tonight, Princess,” he growled, his blades clinking. “And that’s ME.”
THE END