Freddy's Girl
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
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Adult ++
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Category:
M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,216
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Raven was exhausted, she lay down to go to sleep, careful her door was locked. She dreamt, dreamt she was in a house. A creepy, house, in a basement, but she felt no fear. She heard a scratching noise coming from inside an ash-covered steel furnace and opened it. A pair of gloves with long blades was moving by itself. She reached inside and pulled it out. The glove went still. Her turquoise eyes stared at it, as if mesmerized as she held it up, light gleaming off the blades. She slowly put it on her hand and her lips curled into a small smile. She moved her hand, getting the feel of the glove and then stuck out her index finger and slowly sliced at her arm, blood dripped from the new wound and she closed her eyes.
He watched her from the shadows, beneath the stairs. He had expected her to scream to run, like all the others had, but she had put it on. She put on his glove--sliced her own flesh with his glove. He could not help but be surprised. He watched as she moved the glove over her stomach and sliced into the silk of her black nightgown, revealing her bare belly, and fresh cut. He felt himself still and down low something tightened, he felt his manhood stiffen. She was different. He found his thoughts changing. Maybe she could be more then just a kill. He stared at her wearing his glove, not the least bit afraid and he knew--sensed that there was something dark inside her--something he craved--needed in any girl he chose to let live--darkness--darkness and more importantly the potential to be a cold-blooded killer just like him. And she was young--she looked like she was still in high school. His burnt lips curled into an evil smile. He could mold her into a killer, an evil creature like him--he could see it. He could see her killing and not caring. There was a dark halo that surrounded her. He found himself growing hard again. She was so young and lovely, she could join him, he could teach her, mold her and have her. He could fuck her pale, young body, do anything he wanted. When he was though with her. She would be Freddy's Girl.
Raven was exhausted, she lay down to go to sleep, careful her door was locked. She dreamt, dreamt she was in a house. A creepy, house, in a basement, but she felt no fear. She heard a scratching noise coming from inside an ash-covered steel furnace and opened it. A pair of gloves with long blades was moving by itself. She reached inside and pulled it out. The glove went still. Her turquoise eyes stared at it, as if mesmerized as she held it up, light gleaming off the blades. She slowly put it on her hand and her lips curled into a small smile. She moved her hand, getting the feel of the glove and then stuck out her index finger and slowly sliced at her arm, blood dripped from the new wound and she closed her eyes.
He watched her from the shadows, beneath the stairs. He had expected her to scream to run, like all the others had, but she had put it on. She put on his glove--sliced her own flesh with his glove. He could not help but be surprised. He watched as she moved the glove over her stomach and sliced into the silk of her black nightgown, revealing her bare belly, and fresh cut. He felt himself still and down low something tightened, he felt his manhood stiffen. She was different. He found his thoughts changing. Maybe she could be more then just a kill. He stared at her wearing his glove, not the least bit afraid and he knew--sensed that there was something dark inside her--something he craved--needed in any girl he chose to let live--darkness--darkness and more importantly the potential to be a cold-blooded killer just like him. And she was young--she looked like she was still in high school. His burnt lips curled into an evil smile. He could mold her into a killer, an evil creature like him--he could see it. He could see her killing and not caring. There was a dark halo that surrounded her. He found himself growing hard again. She was so young and lovely, she could join him, he could teach her, mold her and have her. He could fuck her pale, young body, do anything he wanted. When he was though with her. She would be Freddy's Girl.