Living Dreams: A Midsummer's Nightmare

Disclaimer: I do not own Freddy Krueger and I'm sure everyone here knows that. Freddy belongs to the genius that is Wes Craven and New Line Cinemas, and anyone else I may not know about. This story is not for profit and never will be.

A/N: I figured this section could use a another story, and seeing as I love Freddy Krueger, I decided to write this for everyone's enjoyment. So, Enjoy! BTW, please don't flame me if you do not like the subject matter. It is rated NC-17 for a reason. Anyway, on with the story!

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Zoe Marks stepped cautiously through a curtain of thick, heavy chains into a dimly-lit and sweltering boiler room. She wore only a blue satin nightgown, one that barely skimmed the tops of her knees. She continued forward, unaware of the danger that lay before her, and stepped bare-foot across the concrete floor into the maze of corridors and catwalks. A quick glance around revealed the eerie scene of steel serpentine pipes twisting and rippling amid monstrous machinery. Though, this place brought out a primal fear in her, she continued onward, pulled by some unknown force as waves of familiarity rippled through her at every corner.

A sudden screech of metal sounded behind her and she whirled around, a startled yelp escaping her. Panting harshly, she clutched her chest and tried to calm her jackhammering heart as she peered into the thick dark shadows. A slight movement and glint of light caught her eye. "Who's there?" she called timidly. The sound of amused laughter flooded out from the shadows in reply and a low, gutteral male voice followed, filled with equal amusement.

"Zoe," The voice spoke softly. It was rough and deep, sounding out her name with sadistic pleasure. "How...sweet." he added.

Zoe backed away from the shadowed man as he stepped closer to the light. "H-how do you know my name? Who are you?!" she demanded fearfully. The man stepped slowly from the shadows, revealing his burnt features, and laughed cruelly.

"I...am your deepest fear, your most paralyzing nightmare..." he intoned. "I am sheer terror, the ultimate predator and the last thing you'll ever see..alive. " He raised his right hand and spread his fingers, the dim light glinting off the four steel blades. "But all the little piggies call me Freddy. Freddy Krueger." he smirked. Zoe turned and ran, the sight of those glimmering blades sending her survival instincts into overdrive. Freddy waved slowly to her fleeing form. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you, bitch." he whispered and quickly pursued.

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Zoe's hurried footfalls echoed all around her as she ran, her heart pounding fiercely in her ears. That ungodly screech, like steel claws tearing through metal, echoed from somewhere behind her, urging her onward. She ran for her life, knowing that if she stopped he would catch her and steal it away, literally steal her very soul. She didn't know how she knew this, but she knew it was true.

She turned corner after corner, raced across catwalks and pushed her way through scalding spouts of steam all the while hearing his insane cackling echoing close behind and that ear-splitting screech. But, then it stopped and that's when she heard his horrible voice, taunting her, mocking her attempts to escape.

"You can run and you can hide, but I'll still find you." he whispered in that deep, gutteral voice; a sound she now came to identify as the voice of a demon out for blood and souls. She stopped running and glanced around frantically, searching for the source of the voice. It had sounded so close, almost as if...as if it were inside her head.

She shook her head roughly, telling herself it was impossible. He couldn't speak inside her head and he wasn't a demon, he was just a man. A man who wanted to kill her, but still a man. She then came to an insane conclusion. She was dreaming, having a nightmare and nothing more. She was safe. It was only a dream, a nightmare created by her over-active subconscious. She giggled hysterically with relief and relaxed against an obviously hot and scalding pipe.

She leapt forward, seconds later, with a shriek of pain and clutched her burnt arm. She winced and groaned as the stinging pain slowly faded, cursing under her breath. She stared at the blistered skin and suddenly realized something. You weren't supposed to feel pain in a dream. But, she was sure it was all just a--

Screeeech!

She whipped around at the familiar sound and searched the corridor, looking for any sign of the burnt man; nothing. She listened to the soft hum of the massive machinery, but heard no footsteps. She relaxed, but remained alert, and continued down the corridor, glancing back uncertainly.

As she rounded yet another corner, she collided with something red, green and burnt. She gave a shriek and stumbled back when she realized what she had bumped into. The horrified teenager stared with mouth agape as Freddy Krueger stood before her, grinning devilishly. Zoe backed away in silent terror, but he quickly followed. She turned to run, back down the corridor she had come, but found it was no longer there. What the hell was happening?! If this was a dream, then why couldn't she wake up from it?! She turned back to him, sensing her end was near, and did what she always did when nervous or frightened; she talked.

"Y-you don't really wanna hurt me, do you?" she stuttered pathetically.

"Mm, but, I do." he growled.

"B-but..you--" She stuttered and for the first time, she was speechless. What could she possibly say to that? What could she say to someone who wanted her dead that wouldn't get her killed even faster? Unable to think straight, she tried to stall him for as long as she could.

"That's a n-nice, um...knife..glove..thingy." she stuttered and groaned inwardly. Flattery? She was so stupid!

Freddy smirked and clicked the blades together. "Thanks, bitch. I made it myself." he purred, playing along with her little game.

Did he just call her a bitch? "That's very nice, um..craftsmanship." she replied awkwardly and continued her slow retreat from the hellish Freddy Krueger as he stepped ever closer, ignoring her reply. She was running out of ideas and her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. She tensed and inhaled sharply as her back pressed against the cold concrete of the wall behind her. She glanced about frantically for an escape, but found none. She stared on in terror as he slowly advanced upon her, trapping her in.

"Please, don't hurt me. I-I'll do whatever you want." she begged and pressed back against the cold wall in a desperate attempt to put as much distance between them as possible, despite the obvious futility of it.

"I'm sure you will." he growled in reply and ran a bladed hand over his sweater-clad chest, licking his lips suggestively. "And I know exactly what I want." A vile, lecherous grin slowly spread across his scarred features as his thoughts wandered delightedly through the gutters of his mind.

He continued his advance at a slow, unhurried pace as he flexed his claws in anticipation. He had something very special planned for her, something very special, indeed. It had been quite some time since he had had a woman and Zoe was quite the young woman. She had it all.

Rust-red hair, gently curving figure, warm honeydew skin, and deep violet eyes with a leaping, flickering flame hidden in their dark depths. Some people could get lost in those eyes, but not him. He'd ravage every dark corner in those eyes until that leaping, flickering flame was reduced to cold embers. He laughed softly at this. Her eyes were beautiful and full of life, but soon they'd only be empty, shiny baubles. Beautiful on the outside, but empty and lifeless on the inside.

He contemplated for a moment whether he should gouge them out and keep them for himself, but only grinned deviously. He'd deal with that later.

Pressing both hands against the wall on either side of her head, Freddy chuckled low in his throat as he gazed into those sweet violet eyes, watching that flickering flame. Zoe's breathing was harsh and rapid as she stared into his cold hazel eyes, straight into his demon soul. He was so close now that she could almost taste the sickening aura of death that seemed to follow him. She shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away, trying to breathe and force herself to wake.

Freddy was somewhat annoyed when she broke the stare and growled softly. But, instead of turning violent, he removed his left hand from the wall and gently stroked her cheek, trying to calm and falsely reassure her.

Zoe cringed and drew away at his touch. His skin was so rough, like the scales of a snake slithering across her skin. She suppressed a shudder as he swept a strand of hair behind her ear. Even though he was being so gentle, she knew it wouldn't last. It was only to tease her and trick her into letting her guard down. It wasn't in his nature to be gentle. He was eventually going to kill her, no matter how much she tried to escape. This thought tore a sudden sob from her throat, followed closely by a soft whimper as her eyes flooded with tears that spilled down her cheeks in long, salty rivers.

Freddy stroked her hair as she cried, suddenly overcome with power and lust. She cried now, but soon she would be screaming his name! He inched closer, bridging the tiny gap between them, and pressed roughly against her rigid body. He gripped her chin firmly and turned her head to face him. He was done with being overly gentle. It was time to get a little rough.

Zoe opened her eyes and peered up at him through the haze of tears as her sobs lessened. He gripped her head firmly with both hands and admired her eyes before leaning down to slide a long, vile tongue along her cheek, licking away the salty tears. Zoe felt the sudden urge to push him away in disgust, but it quickly evaporated as a pleasant warmth invaded her blood.

Her eyes drifted slowly shut as a new feeling began to overwhelm her, pushing fear and disgust from her mind. It was desire. Something was happening. She knew she should've been hating this, but she wasn't. She was loving it and Freddy seemed to sense this as he swept his tongue lightly over her parted lips, eliciting a soft sigh.

Though she knew this was wrong in so many ways, she couldn't resist the urge to give in to him as she leaned against him. A shiver ran down her spine as something cold and hard trailed along her cheek. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw the glimmer of metal under the dim light and nearly swallowed her tongue. A sheer terror rose quickly in her chest at the sight of the steel blades, but it was quickly extinguished as Freddy gently stroked her cheek with their blunt edge.

Freddy smirked as he caressed her cheek, lulling her into a false sense of safety. He bent his head down and gently traced her parted lips with that vile tongue. She sighed softly as he did this, her hands finally lifting from the wall and trailing gently up his sides to grip the tattered fabric of his sweater. He paused, for only a moment, before crushing his burnt lips to hers in a rough and violent kiss.

The kiss was forceful and unfeeling as he parted her lips and delved greedily into the confines of her mouth, his skilled tongue dominating over her own reluctant one. But, before she even had the chance to enjoy it, she began choking as his tongue seemed to suddenly enlongate and dip into the back of her throat. Her eyes grew wide and the color quickly drained from her face. When she feared she would suffocate from lack of air, something very strange happened.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and the sensation of falling as everything around them became a blur. What the young teenager soon found was that she was no longer pressed against a concrete wall with the tongue of a killer plunged deep in her throat, but instead she was pinned to a musty and moth-eaten bed with that same killer now straddling her hips.

Freddy leered down at her after he'd ended the violent kiss and left her gasping for air. A wolfish grin spread across his scarred face as he licked his lips. Zoe felt panic rise once more at her vulnerable position. How could she have been so stupid?! Making out with a complete stranger who intended to kill her?! Idiot! Now he had her exactly where he wanted her.

A sudden sharp pain tore through her thoughts as he trailed a bladed hand down her side, shredding her nightgown like paper. She squirmed and squealed in pain as the knives cut through the fabric into her soft, tender flesh. She clenched her fists only to realize that she was still clutching his worn and tattered sweater. She released the worn threads and instead attempted to push him off, with little success.

Freddy grinned and stroked her cheek with the bloodied blades as she began pounding fiercely on his chest, screaming for him to get off. She winced, stopping her assault as he dragged the edge of the blade across her lips, leaving a red bloody trail. She tried to pull away, unsuccessfully, as he leaned down and licked the blood from her mouth. Growling her disgust, she shoved his face away and ran a tongue over her injured lip.

He leaned back and licked the blood from his claws, looking absolutely thrilled. "Fight all you want, bitch," he laughed and wiped the remainder of her blood from his mouth. "But I know you want it. Your eyes may say no, but your sweet little pussy says fuck me!" He punctuated this statement by grinding his hips roughly against hers, causing her to shudder with suppressed desire. She knew he was right and she hated it!

"GET...OFF...ME, YOU SICK FUCK!" she shrieked and struggled violently beneath him. The terrified teenager had quickly reached the end of her rope and was desperate to escape this perverted nightmare. All she wanted was to be safe and warm in her own bed, away from the demented Freddy Krueger. She lashed out blindly at her captor in hopes of escaping.

There was a sharp CRACK! as her fist connected with his jaw and a deafening silence followed. She stopped her struggling and watched silently as he held his face where she had hit him. Chuckling softly, he cracked his jaw back into place and licked away the dark, rotten blood that had dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Mmhmhm, foreplay. I like it rough!" he purred gruffly, grabbing both her wrists as he said this and pinning them to the bed above her head. He gazed maliciously into her terrified violet eyes as she struggled under him, before giving up and glaring acidly at him.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and whispered teasingly, "One, two, Freddy's cummin' in you.." Zoe stared at him in horror and disgust as lengths of barbed wire suddenly slithered out of nowhere. They wound tightly around her arms, pulled taut as their ends coiled around the bedposts. She winced as the barbs dug into her skin, drawing blood. Bound and vulnerable, she continued to stare at him, his words ringing endlessly in her mind as she finally realized what exactly he intended to do. He was going to rape her!

Zoe's breath became ragged as the cold hand of terror wrapped tight around her heart and seeped into the farthest corners of her mind. She shivered as he pressed a blade to her temple and ever-so-gently traced the contour of her face with the razor sharp tip. She winced at the slow, deliberate pace as the blade rounded the curve of her jawline and slid up and under her chin.

Freddy slowly tilted her head back with the tip of the steel claw and paused to savour the moment as tears of pain streaked down her cheeks, before leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss. Forcing entry, he greedily explored her mouth and was surprised to find her returning the kiss. Zoe was just as surprised as he was; Her mind swam with confusion. Why was she kissing him back? Was she losing her mind? She didn't know, but she couldn't stop.

When Freddy finally pulled away, panting, she was returning the kiss with equal fervor. "You...taste... delicious.." he purred between breaths and slid a languous, vile tongue along the thin red streak of drying blood and tears. The young teenaged girl no longer shuddered at his touch, too consumed by lust to know it was wrong.

Freddy's scarred left hand drifted slowly down her form as the other, gloved one, supported him against the mattress. Zoe squirmed minutely before allowing a wanton moan to slip past her lips. Freddy gave a satisfied growl of approval. Everything was going perfectly.

He slid to one side of her prone body and ran the back of his gloved hand down along her side, trailing a single blade back up along the inside of her leg. He slowed as her reached her thigh and hooked the hem of her nightgown as he continued upwards. Zoe's breathing became harsh and uneven, her eyes half-closed and unfocused.

Freddy smirked and slipped a knee between her thighs, parting them further. He settled between them and yanked her sharply onto his lap, the barbed wire digging deeper into her skin and making her cry out in pain. Running a scarred hand up her thigh, he pushed her nightgown up around her waist, exposing her lower half. A quick flick of his claws dispatched the thin fabric of her panties as he tossed them aside.

He leaned forward, rubbing against her and groaning at the delicious sensations the friction created. He slid forward up her body and captured her lips once more, kissing her far more gently than before. Zoe didn't respond at first, but the uncharacteristic gentleness of the kiss stirred something deep in her mind and she slowly returned the gesture.

Freddy deepened the kiss as his ungloved hand slipped between them and roughly groped at her breast through the fabric of her nightgown, squeezing to the point of pain. An anguished whimper slipped from her lips only to be swallowed by his hungry mouth. He chuckled against her lips and squeezed harder, raking his fingernails across the sensitive bud.

He kissed her more fiercely, swallowing her cries of pain as he continued his torturous actions. He soon brought his gloved hand to her other breast and squeezed, digging his blades into her shoulder. Freddy finally broke the kiss and watched with cruel amusement as her face contorted in pain and anguished cries slipped from her throat.

Blood seeped through her nightgown and ran down her side as he finally finished with his agonizing torture. Removing his hands, he gently kissed her neck and throat before leaning back to survey her. Her eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and bright crimson blood dripped slowly down her arms in thick red rivers, but to him, nothing looked more erotic than she did now.

Freddy grinned and started undoing his belt. When he unzipped his fly, Zoe's eyes snapped open from their half-drowsy state and a terrified squeak left her as she realized what he was about to do. She bucked and thrashed with what little energy she had left, despite the tightening barbed wires. He growled at her sudden aggressive movement and back-handed sharply across the face with his gloved hand.

The metal armor of the glove left a bloody, red welt in the delicate flesh and she immediately went limp, shuddering as silent sobs wracked her body. "Bitch!" he hissed and leaned forward. "Try that again and I'll slit your pretty little throat!" he growled harshly in her ear. She whimpered at the threat, but remained motionless as he leaned back.

He finished undoing his pants and positioned himself, before grabbing hold of her hips with both hands. Ignoring her whimpers of pain as his claws dug into her skin, he thrust forward, plunging deep into her and drawing a shriek of agony from her tortured throat. He sank halfway into her before he met resistance and groaned at the tightness.

"So, the bitch is a virgin." he chuckled lightly. "Heh, not for long." he added and thrust deeper, tearing through her maidenhead and forcing another anguished cry from her. He leaned forward and braced himself against the bed with one hand as he slid the other under her waist and began a harsh rhythm. The battered teenager whimpered with every thrust as Freddy began trailing rough kisses along her neck and throat.

He licked along the open wound on her face till he reached her ear and hissed softly, his voice harsh and thick with lust, "Scream for me, bitch. Scream my name, scream it for all the world to hear.." He growled and pounded into her faster and harder.

"No-o-o.." she whimpered. "Please....st-stop.."

"Scream it!" he growled, pulling her tighter to him and shifting his weight. She gasped and moaned as he hit a spot within her that sent electric shivers up her spine. "Scream it.." he repeated less harshly as he continued to thrust roughly against that sensitive point. Her whimpers of pain soon turned to moans of pleasure.

Her last thread of control slipped quickly through her blood-soaked fingers as she succumbed to the delicious sensations overwhelming her. She arched her back and whispered softly with each gasping breath one simple word. "Freddy.."

The pitch of her voice grew with every thrust and soon she didn't need any encouragement from him as she screamed his name over and over again. She shuddered as she hit her very first orgasm. Freddy continued his relentless pounding until a feral growl ripped from his throat as reached his climax and spilled his demon seed deep inside her.

He quickly pulled out and zipped up, panting with exertion. He chuckled darkly as he tightened his belt and leaned forward to claim her lips one last time before she awoke. Zoe's eyes drooped with exhaustion and as she faded into consciousness, she felt a searing pain tear through her abdomen.

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Zoe tumbled out of bed, aching all over as bright morning sunshine filtered in through her white curtains. She glanced at her bed and saw that her once-white sheets were now stained with dark crimson blood. Her blood. She doubled over and coughed hoarsely. There was a throbbing pain in her abdomen that demanded her immediate attention and as she stumbled awkwardly into the bathroom, she discovered the words "Freddy's Whore" etched into the flesh of her stomache.

She crumpled to the floor in a sobbing heap, disbelieving her own eyes. It was dream, only a dream! It couldn't have been real! It couldn't! But it was. The proof was there as plain as day and as she lay there, sobbing and bleeding on the bathroom floor, she knew there was no escaping her fate. She'd been chosen and now that he'd had his twisted fun, he would hunt her down and slaughter her just like all the others who had been unfortunate enough to cross his path.

But, her sobs soon turned into hysterical giggles as an insane thought crossed her mind. Maybe he'd let her live. Maybe she was chosen for a different purpose. Maybe...maybe he liked her and would keep her alive. The last threads of her sanity finally snapped as she lay on the bathroom floor, giggling and thinking about her one-time lover and tormentor.

The end.....Or is it?