Beautiful Nightmare

"Poker Face"--Lady Gaga



It had to have been about five hours later, when I felt Freddy’s presence return to the boiler room. By that time, I had summoned up more materials and constructed a new glove for him—and I mean NEW.



The glove itself was new brown genuine leather and on the fingers, instead of two moving joints, I modeled the fingerparts after the finger rings I see in Hot Topic—many overlapping plates for the fingers themselves, with four long five-inch blades that began from the main bend of the fingers and extended long and elegantly to needle-thin points. On the metal plate on the back of his hand, I had etched Freddy’s initials. It was a thing of pure beauty, if I do say so myself.



Freddy’s essence wasn’t as hostile as it was when he left; I guess he just needed to let off some steam. When I turned to see him, let off steam it indeed looked like he did. His new sweater was still splattered with blood, and his hands looked like he had stuck them in a few chests. His visage was visibly more content, I was relieved to see. He walked into the room and sat on the bed, reclining on it.



“You still here?” he asked. I shrugged, his new glove behind my back.



“Yeah,” I replied. “You tear a few kids a new one?” A hint of a grin slid onto his burn-scarred face.



“You have NO idea,” he replied almost happily. “It’s not half bad, tearing kids apart with my bare hands. Kind of exhilarating, in fact.” He sighed and took his fedora off of his head and put it on the small box next to the bed. “…But I cant wait to make a new set of knives…” He looked at his bare and forlorn right hand, then clenched it. I heard bones crack slightly. I bit my lip and stepped up, my creation still behind my back.



“Freddy, close your eyes.”



He looked up at me suspiciously. “Why…?” he asked slowly. I rolled my eyes.



“Because I want to put something gross down your sweater,” I replied sarcastically. “Just close your eyes, asshole.”



Freddy scowled, but obediently closed his eyes. I took his right hand and pushed the sleeve down a little, then turned around so by back was to him and sat down in his lap, just to make sure he didn’t peek. I carefully put the new glove on his hand, and felt his fingers twitch, making the blades clink together. I stood up and turned around. “Now, open.”



Freddy opened his eyes, and stared at the glove on his hand. He splayed his fingers and bent them slowly, feeling more freedom in his fingers with the new plating. He pressed a finger from his left hand into the index knife point, and the point slid right into his finger, drawing a blackish blood. His eyes lingered on the plate on the back of his hand, looking at the initials that I had written in slash-font. Finally, he looked up at me, and his left hand shot forward to pull me to him and pin me to the bed, his right hand poised to strike.



“It’s beautiful,” he growled, his eyes glowing red. The blades twitched with anticipation. “Beautiful, and original…” He licked his lips. “…You still have immunity…” It wasn’t a question. I nodded. “Wonderful.”



With that, he slammed the knives into my chest and dragged them down, practically splitting me open down the middle. I screamed, very well knowing that I couldn’t die, but still feeling every bit of pain. Freddy had gotten stronger, much stronger. Just HOW many souls had he taken, to override my abilities like this?! His left hand kept me pinned down as he slashed at my chest, abdomen, arms, and neck, the new blades slicing in like a razor slicing through water.



And oh fuck, it hurt bad. Blood poured from my wounds, soaking the bed and Freddy’s pants as he kept slashing at whatever skin hadn’t been slashed at, but leaving my face unmarred. It lasted for what seemed like forever, but then he stood up off of the bed and stood beside it, staring down at my mutilated body.



“Now that,” he purred, licking my blood from his blades, “is what beauty looks like.”



My arms twitched from the loss of blood and feeling. I coughed up blood, feeling it spew down my chin and into my open throat. Freddy reached into my opened chest and brushed his left-hand fingers over my still-beating heart, which I could feel, and though it didn’t hurt it still felt weird. He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear.



“I’m going to leave you down here like this, Princess,” he murmured, still stroking my exposed heart gently. “I’m going to go get more souls. I want you to think about what you’ve done to me. About ‘punishing’ me, and thinking that you own me. You’re damn lucky that I don’t take away your immunity, because I still need a fuck toy.” He stood up, looking at his new knives appreciatively, then gave me a quick kiss on the bloody lips. “Thanks for the new knives and sweater, doll,” he said before turning and leaving the room.



I stared after him, unable to talk because of my severed vocal cords. My arms were useless since he cut the tendons to them, and my exposed organs were screaming at me in agony. I hurt. I hurt bad. I had just been vivisected and left to lie here in agony while Freddy walked away without a damn care.



I stared up at the ceiling, tears pouring from my eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, I knew that he had been a heartless bastard; but after all I did for him, after all the kindness I showed him, and after all the gratitude I showed him for him sparing my life—THIS was how he replays me?



Oh. Hell. No.



My head turned to the doorway of the room, and my neck screamed at me for the movement, but I ignored it. I used pure will to move my left arm and reach for the doorway.



‘…Demons…!’ I agonized in my head. Almost immediately, the room grew darker and the three flaming skulls appeared in the room.



“…He has gotten stronger,” Deep commented. “He was even able to overrun your power.”



“So much for keeping him on a leash,” Raspy said.



“Freddy is not one to respond positively to kindness,” Leader told me. “You should have kept him in the real world, or at least in your dream realm. You had power there. But you are in HIS domain. HIS element. And now, he’s collected enough souls to break whatever leash you had on him.”



I nodded through the pain in my neck, my arm dropping uselessly on the bed. Leader flew to my side, the black holes that were his eyes glowing from the back with pinpricks of Hellfire.



“Our offer still stands,” he said solemnly. “You will gain your power over dreams—even over HIS dreams. You can take our offer of being a TRUE Dark Dream Keeper—the ones who guard the human-born Dream Demons. You will be the warden of his domain, to keep him from attaining too much power.” He looked me over. “The only price is your own soul.”



I made a gurgling sound, more blood coming up from my throat.



“You are in agony,” Deep said. “We can disable the immunity. You can choose to end the pain and die now. Your soul will give Freddy no power. He MEANT to keep you alive. Though he holds no love for you, he still desires you. You can escape him and his depravity.”



For a moment, I seriously considered that possibility. But then, I shook my head. The one thing I vowed I would never do was commit suicide, and THAT was what Deep

was insinuating.



“What is your choice?” Raspy said, his voice almost shaking with anticipation. I looked at all three of them, then used the last bit of will I had left to raise both my arms toward them.



“Excellent,” Leader said.



With that, all three of them dove into my body, right into my open chest. I arched up with a scream, blood flying from my mouth as my vocal cords were mended. My chest closed of its wounds, leaving only one long scar that ran from throat to navel, right down my middle. I felt my body convulse, feeling like my veins were filled with fire and razors. I writhed on the blood-soaked bed in agony as my still-alive body changed into something immortal—something powerful.



And just as quickly as it started, it was over.



I laid on my back, feeling the gushy wetness of my blood on the bedclothes, hyperventilating from the exertion of being transformed. After the pain receded from agonizing to mildly unbearable, I experimented by moving around a little until I was lying on my side, feeling the blood-sogged cloth against my face and bare chest. I used my arm that was against the bed to push myself up into a sitting position, then slowly swung my legs to the edge of the bed.



So far so good, I thought. I gripped the box that was in use for a nightstand and supported myself up into standing, and felt a sudden wave of vertigo hit me. I tipped toward the floor, thinking that I didn’t want to fall—and I suddenly stopped mid-fall, my body levitating just a foot from the floor.



Fascinating.



I willed myself back up to standing, slowly, and leaned against the wall. My eyes trailed toward the table, where my own glove was still sitting, and reached my right hand out to it. Immediately, my glove flew to my hand—right onto my hand, in fact. I flexed my fingers, making the blades clink together, and I felt a rush of strength run through me.



“Yess…!” I hissed, the feeling of independent power almost orgasmic as it ran through my veins. My knees buckled from the sudden feeling, and I fell to the floor; rather, I lowered gently to the floor, like I was an infant being set down by its mother. I leaned against the wall and tapped it with my blades, and a small door

appeared. I opened it, and found MY domain room—the Obsidian Torture room.



Filled with strength from the inside but still physically weakened, I crawled through the door and shut it behind me.



Freddy had some payback coming to him, that much was for goddamned sure.

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Five souls. Not counting the six he had slaughtered earlier, that made eleven. Eleven delicious, power-giving souls all in one night!



Freddy laughed to himself as he walked through the power plant, grazing his new blades against the metal piping as he walked. Thank badness for stupid little kids who don’t listen to their parents and don’t take their Hypnocil. And now he had seven teenagers, a tween, and three children’s souls in his arsenal, and there wasn’t a DAMN thing anyone could do about it!



He came to the hall to his room and stepped inside. “Okay, bitch, have you learned your—?” He froze mid-sentence.



The bed was empty, save for the pool of coagulated blood covering it. He looked around, seeing that there were smears of blood on the floor and trailing to the wall next to the box nightstand, where it stopped. There was no more blood elsewhere. Freddy stepped into the room, looking around. “…Angelia…” he called softly, looking under his desk. “…Come out, come out…” Still nothing. “…Where the hell could she have gone…?



Before he could ponder that question, a tremor in the air let him know that there was another unprotected child asleep. …He already had eleven souls now…no need to overindulge…



….What the HELL was he smoking?



“What the hell, I need an even number,” Freddy said, flexing his right hand, feeling the plates slide smoothly in place. He stepped out of the boiler room and into the dream.



He was in the woods; it was dark outside, and there was a full moon out. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was in Jason’s dream again. But he knew it wasn’t by scent; it was a girl’s dream…she was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Frightened easily. Perfect. He stepped around in the woods until he saw her.



…Yeah, almost sixteen. She was small for her age, with long dark brown hair and fair skin. She was dressed in a dark blue flannel shirt five sizes too big for her and hanging off on one shoulder, and just-as-too-large jeans. She was huddled up against a tree, her arms around her knees and looking behind her like she was being followed. Ah, Freddy realized; it was a memory dream. These were tricky to pull off, but what the hell.



He stepped up to the girl, standing in front of her and tapped his index knife against his pant leg. She inhaled sharply and turned to look up at him, and Freddy could see even in the dark that she had grey-green eyes. She also had a large bruise on her cheek, indicating that sometime in the earlier memory, she had been brutalized. That would explain why she was hiding.



“What seems to be the problem, little girl?” he drawled, still tapping his knife. The girl let out a shudder and held her knees tighter.



“I’m hiding!” she whispered, shaking. “Please don’t tell my uncle! I’m trying to get away!” Freddy searched the girl more and found more memories—her parents dying when she was twelve, her aunt and uncle taking her in, her aunt—a drinker—oblivious to the inappropriate ‘attention’ her husband was paying to the girl, the uncle taking her ‘camping’ and trying to molest her, and finally the girl running away when he left to go shoot something.



Fascinating.



“Tell me your name,” he said softly, kneeling down to her level. She flinched, but swallowed hard.



“Angie,” she replied. Freddy purred in his throat and reached forward with his knives to stroke her long brunette hair. She whimpered, but remained still. Freddy knew from her memories that her uncle often threatened her with bodily harm if she moved while he touched her, and that she had never really fought or stood up for herself. Good, he thought. Less of a fight to put up with.



“Such a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said, licking his lips. Angie whimpered again and Freddy felt a rush of arousal from her obvious fear—and the scent of virginity. Excellent.



A small voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Leader—as Angelia liked to call him—reminded him that he had Angelia back in the dream world, but he immediately quelled it. What the fuck ever, he was getting laid NOW.



“Don’t be afraid,” he crooned, fingering his knives through her hair. “I wont hurt you…” Yeah, and Hell aint hot. He gently pulled her arms from her knees and pulled her to him, being met with no resistance. Damn, this kid was whipped, he thought. He pulled her to him chest-to-chest and stroked his left hand down her back. “Such a pretty little thing you are…” He kissed her cheek and neck and exposed shoulder, delighting in those little shivers she let out. “Good girl…”



He gently lowered her to the clear patch of grass on the ground and straddled her thighs. “Such a pretty, pretty girl…” He stroked the blunt end of the blades down her cheek as his left hand unbuttoned the shirt. Her breathing hitched, and he could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. He parted the shirt and stared appreciatively at her B-sized breasts. He grabbed one with his left hand and squeezed, eliciting a soft cry from her. “Shh…don’t want your uncle to hear you, do you?” THAT shut her up.



Freddy reached down to the hem of her jeans, and saw that they were loose enough to just pull down. He grabbed them and tugged and they slid right off her narrow hips. He took them completely off and tossed them aside. Angie squirmed under him, her legs clamped tightly together. Freddy grinned. “None of that, sweetheart,” he said, parting her legs. He kept her pinned with his right hand and used his left to unbutton his own pants and pull out his cock. “Freddy just wants to play…”



Angie whimpered and looked up into the canopy covering the full moon. “…One...two…Freddy’s coming for you…” she stammered, tears streaming down her face.



“…Three…four…better lock your door…” Freddy murmured back, crawling between her legs and lining himself up with her.



“…Five…six…grab your crucifix….” Angie was shaking hard by this point.



“…Seven…eight…gonna stay up late…” Freddy leaned over her, slipping the head of his cock in.



“…Nine…ten….n…never sleep ag…gain…AHHHGH!!!” She screamed when Freddy slammed into her, groaning with the pleasure at the feeling of her torn virginity and stretched pussy.

“Ffffuck, yeah…!” he hissed, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re a tight little bitch…!” He rocked his hips hard into her, feeling her arch and scream and writhe with pain under him. “Tell Freddy…you love it,” he commanded, loosely grabbing her neck with his left hand as he fucked her harder. Angie only cried and let out cries of pain with each thrust. “Tell me you love it!” He squeezed her neck, and she let out a small choked cry. “Tell me…bitch…or I swear…I’ll fucking…kill you…!”



“…I…AH!....I l-l-love it…!” Angie cried, sobbing harder. Freddy didn’t let go of her neck as he kept fucking her virgin body, delighting in the bloody wet heat around his cock.



“Good girl…!” he said, leaning down to pant and lick at her ear. “Freddy loves it, too…!” He slammed into her hard, making her body convulse hard. She screamed and arched up, her chest touching his as he ground his hips into hers. “Good girl…good girl…good girl…!” He squeezed her neck harder as he thrusted his hips faster and more erratically into hers and finally clenched her neck in a death grip as he came.



Angie gasped for breath and writhed under him, trying to pry his hand from her neck. Freddy paid her no heed as he recuperated quickly and pulled out, taking his hand from her neck to tuck himself back into his pants. Angie sobbed with pain, turning over to her side and burying her face in her hands. Freddy just stared at her, his right hand splayed and poised for attack.



“You’ve been a great help, Angie,” he said softly, turning her over to her back with his left hand and leaning over her. “…And for that, I’ll make your death quick. Any last words?”



“Y..yes…!” she stammered, and Freddy prepared to hear some tripe about wanting to live, please don’t kill me, yaddeeyaddaa… “…Why me? Don’t you have a perfectly good girl back in the dream world?”



Freddy froze, his knives twitching. “…What?” He suddenly cried out in pain when four sharp knives pierced his abdomen and threw him off of her. His back hit a tree, and his left hand pressed to the wound. “What the FUCK!?” Angie stood up and grinned, holding up her right hand, which had a black leather glove with four blood-glistening knives on them. His blue eyes widened when Angie’s long brunette hair receded to shortened red hair, and her thin frame became more curved.



“…Hello, Freddy.”

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Once more, the look on his face made me wish I had the camera. I flexed my knived fingers, grinning at his incredulous expression. “How could you just forget me so soon?” I asked, putting my left hand on my naked hip. “You just leave me cut open and crying in agony back home, and leave to go fuck some other little trollop so easily?” I tsked, waving my index knife back and forth. “Naughty, unfaithful Freddy.”



Freddy kept staring at me. “…What…who…!?” he demanded. I laughed, clinking my knives gleefully.



“Don’t you know the secret of good acting?” I asked, leaning against a tree, still ignoring my nakedness. “You get INTO the character. Give them a life.” I giggled. “All I did was change my look, make up some back story, and let you come to me.” I ran my left hand through my hair. “And you didn’t disappoint. Actually, you did.” I glared at him. “And you have a LOT of paying back to do, Freddy. You pissed me off, and I wont have that.” I reached up and took off the blue flannel shirt, completely naked in front of him. “And THIS—“ I gestured to my body. “—is out of your reach until I WANT you to have it. Which WONT be for a long, LONG time.”



Freddy gaped at me like I had just started speaking in ancient Greek. “…Fuck,” he murmured, standing up shakily. “…You took the deal.”



“Damn right,” I replied, willing myself to be fully clothed in black jeans and a red tube top. “I’m just like you…only…” I searched for a proper word. “…Better.”



“BETTER!?” Freddy growled, his eyes flashing red. “How the FUCK do you figure THAT, bitch!?” In an instant, I was right in front of him, and I reared my right hand back and bitch-slapped the fuck out of him, my blades purposely catching his face. He let out a cry and grabbed at his face, which was bleeding black. I picked him up by his collar and pinned him to the tree, pulling his hand away. I looked at his cut face for a moment before caressing it.



“…Guess what, Freddy?” I said after a moment. I leaned forward and licked his cuts, letting out a soft moan just to piss him off. “…I’m your warden now.”



“…What…?” His face was still twitching from the cuts that were slowly healing. I nuzzled his face with my own, my left hand trailing down his body and to his crotch.



“…Just like I said…” I grabbed at his cock through his pants and massaged it, purposely torturing him. “…The Demons granted me the power. You’re gotten too powerful, Freddy. You were never meant to have THIS much power. Ever. You were given the power to kill the children of the parents who burned you, and that was IT. Game over. There are no more original Elm Street children. On all accounts, you should be back in Hell.”



“So why…” He grunted when I squeezed his cock. “…did the Demons allow me to live…?”



“Simple,” I said. “You were good at what you did. You still are. But you’re doing TOO MUCH. You jurisdiction is Springwood, and the Demons don’t want you leave it. But by killing off so many children in such a short amount of time, you’re only causing trouble for your own vendetta.” I squeezed his cock again, and kissed his cheek softly. “Freddy needs to rest and save some children for later…and that’s what Angelia is for…”



“…I don’t…need…you…!” Freddy growled between short pants as I touched him.



“That hurts, Freddy,” I said softly. “But the fact of the matter is…you don’t have a choice in that matter.” I pulled my hand away from his crotch and he made an annoyed growling sound. “But you do have a choice in THIS matter.” I gave him a shove out of this fabricated dream world and into my domain, onto my bed. I straddled his hips and tapped his chest with my index blade. “You can either stay here. In THIS domain. No kills. No sight-seeing into dreams. No sex. No NOTHING.”



Freddy growled at me, his eyes glowing red. I smiled back. “OR,” I continued, “you can return with me to the real world. You can kill there—IN MODERATION—and you have access to a home, food, and female company. The catch is, you’re mortal in that world, and you’re kept on a tight leash that wont be loosened until you EARN it.” I sat up straight, crossing my arms. “Your choice, Krueger.”



Freddy let out a snarl and shoved me off of him, jumping to his feet. “You BITCH!!!” he yelled, splaying his knives at me. “I REFUSE to be your PET, you whore! I REFUSE!!!”



I stood up to face him calmly, then grabbed him by his collar and threw him against the wall, where chains came out of the wall above his head, latched onto his wrists, then lifted him up off the floor until it looked like he had been crucified to an invisible cross. Chains came up from the floor and latched around his ankles, leaving him spread-eagled against my wall. All the time, he was cursing at me with every word in the book in language that would make a pirate faint with shock. I just stood there with my arms still crossed.



“Have it your way,” I said, turning away from him. “I’ll be back soon to see if you’ve changed your tune. Enjoy the solitude, BITCH.” I willed myself awake, hearing his furious screams as I drifted off.