Freddy's Girl

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Chapter 1: Between Nightmare and Reality
Serenity Dalange lay near a horrid balcony that overlooked a turbulent mass of pipes and water pumps, shaggy metal chains hung from a damp ceiling overhead.
A small cool droplet of water creased her forehead shaking her into consciousness. She shivered violently, the cold, damp floor she lay on smelled of mold and decay. Silently she stood. (What a strange place, where am I?) She shifted her weight trying to accustom herself to the rickety floor beneath her bare feet. (A boiler room, what the heck am I doing in a boiler room?!) It’s a dream, I thought you can chose what you dream about?! The young woman shifted her weight again still unsure of the weight capacity of the wires she stepped upon. She cupped her shoulders rubbing warmth into her clammy skin. She groped for the ends of her satin nightgown. It barely sheathed her body in filmy cloth covering her from breast to upper thigh. The bitter coldness of the room and the ground beneath her sent chills up to her chest. Her nipples rose like pebbles against her silk camisole. (Go figure even in a dream coldness does that to me, I thought that a boiler room would be warm, isn’t that the whole point? )Agitated, she stepped forward watching and listening alertly for even the smallest creak or wane in the wires. As she crawled forth she held on strongly to the railing, unaware of the presence lurking for her in the shadows. As if on cue the fire from the center boiler ignited. Steam and heat flickered in the desolate layout.
Screech
(What was that) she whirled around her ears ringing at the sudden affliction, still bewildered by the fire burning vibrantly in the center of the labyrinth. She let go of her nightgown allowing it to breeze around her legs like fog. She saw a figure flow through the steam like a panther on the prowl, (Who in the heck ..)
“Am I.” The man finished in a gruff voice ,chuckling at her instant surprise and obvious distress, moving from the shadows towards her.
“I’m your new dream bitch, I’m Freddy.” He jumped for her, she dodged him easily, but reacting much too slowly. She missed the knives he lunged at her with, but she landed hard on the floor. It hardly phased her. She hurriedly scrambled for the stairs toward an exit door. She turned around when she thought she was more than a trifle away from him. (What?! Where did he go?) She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going now. She rounded a corner by accident finding herself at the beginning of a narrow corridor with a concrete slab at the end. (Oh no where am I?!) She twirled around, taking in her surroundings. She didn’t watch her back as she glanced nervously about feverishly searching for the exit she had pursued. She bumped into something hard as she backed down the corridor. (UH-OH!) She pivoted until she faced what she had backed into. Her blue eyes widened in horror.
He smiled ,the look on her face made him feel a wave of very male emotions. The room seemed to hush as his gaze racked over her. He examined her body like a man would a priceless painting about to be burned. Her knee length hair, black as a raven, brushed his leg. Sapphire eyes, gleaming from the light of the lit boiler, stared into his. Her lips were cherries begging to be devoured. Her curvaceous chest and hips demanded more of his attention than any other part calling to him in a sensual way. When she couldn’t take the eerie silence anymore she spoke up.
“What do you want... want... fr..from..me.” she couldn’t control her fear revealing stutter, as he pressed his head up to her ear. “Everything.” he chuckled as he watched confusion spread across her delicate features. (What is he talking about?!) She almost jumped as he pressed against her harder , thrusting her into a nearby wall. She hadn’t really paid much attention to the man who stood so close with murder in his eyes, she had no choice now.
His skin was like uncut wood bumpy and tough, he was burnt all over. A dirty red and green striped sweater adorned his torso. From the waist down he wore what looked like black slacks but she couldn’t be sure. His shoes were completely concealed beneath his pant legs. His hat added a dark and eerie aura to the one he had already manifested for himself. He watched with blatant curiosity as she glanced over his body, curious to see her reaction .He waited for a sign of fear as is the normal reaction to his outlook. To his surprise she didn’t show any form of fear. Her eyes had glazed over in a dark ,sensually curious way. She was fascinated with him.
“Little kitten beware curiosity killed the cat.” He laughed as he watched that flicker of interest dissipate within her eyes.
“Let me leave!” She demanded ,arrogance apparent in her eyes as she tried pushing against him. All the strength her small body could muster in the push .
“You’re my plaything now bitch I own you.” He eyed her nightgown and licked his lips he wasn’t going to let her die without having fun with her first. She quaked with fear before struggling again.
“Don’t be daft bitch, you aren’t going to get away from me.” She eyed him, her mouth agape before she tried to think of something to say.
“Wh..What ..d..do...you ..pl ..plan...to...do....with..me?” she could barley grasp the words as they poured from her mouth like a faucet.
“You’ll see.” he muttered as he drew away from her laughing at her innocence. She sighed (he’s leaving... thank god). As she saw him turn away she drew in another sharp breath only to have it knocked out of her by something heavy and blunt. She felt warm blood trickle over her brow. She saw his smiling face as she plunged into the depths of unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered against her cheek as a small painful tear squeezed from her eye.
He walked to her limp body eyeing it critically. He knew that she didn’t know of her power yet, but he wouldn’t take any chances. He wondered if he should kill her now or wait for a while and have some fun. Her body enticed him as no others had. Although he adored the solace of his nightmarish haven, he was a man and he did have needs. What better to break an enemy than use them for a plaything, a personal blow up doll in a way. He stepped to her body and carelessly threw her over his shoulder, he was going to have more fun with her than he ever had with anyone.
“Serenity.” he spoke caressing her cheeks and speaking slowly and sweetly into her ear, the sensual feeling of her name on his tongue caused him to harden.
“You will belong to me before the end of the night.” He spoke as he slowed his pace hoping she would wake and attempt to free herself. He would get more pleasure from taking her on this cold maze of wires he stepped on then taking her on a bed. The more horrid the place she was taken the better the pleasure for him. He had thought about at least giving her the dignity of being taken on a bed, but he shouldn’t give her anything even that small thing. She wasn’t to live for long though and he could wait for a minute he wanted her to be awake for this special event. He could hardly contain himself as he trudged toward his chamber. When he had worked here there was a room where night shift workers could rest. He changed it to suit himself in his haven.
It was adorned with embroidered hell scene draperies. The bed was comfortable considering the murderous surroundings. It wasn’t flowery like most bed linens but it did keep men from vigil. He walked to the bed ,thrashing the untouched sheets backward, gently placing her in between them. She was in for a surprise when she awakened.
He could tell by looking at her she wasn’t like the others. When she was dragged into his dream world she disappeared from her own world. He was almost glad she lived alone. He had looked farther into this woman than he had any other, her fate was his. If she remained with him she could do him no harm. Like this naive child could accomplish a feat as daring as destroying him all alone anyway, only Alice had partially succeeded in this. Even she couldn’t completely eliminate his essence. He had regained his body shortly after being eliminated. He had hid inside her mind until he had regained at least some of his former power and thus he left her to roam for the children of Elm street once more. When he destroyed her he hadn’t an inkling of what he had unleashed.
Serenity was the daughter of a family whom had witnessed the murder of him but whom hadn’t joined in on the killing. He hadn’t killed her yet due to the fact she had moved shortly after his death along with her parents. She was the last surviving person to have any connection to him. All the rest had fallen at the edge of his blades.
He shook his head clearing it of old thoughts and filling it with new ones. He glanced at her shapely figure devoured in the satin sheets. He couldn’t help but think how she would feel engulfing him that way. He leaned back against the wall. He heard a faint noise rise from the soft durable sheets covering the young woman just as he was getting comfortable. She stirred slightly as he edged toward the side of the bed. his gentleness waned as he grabbed a handful of the sheets throwing them back and almost off of the bed.
“Wake up princess, I’ve given you enough resting time.” He cackled as he watched her eyes flutter open and then fill with fear. She shot up out of the sheets, only to be forced back down , by his terrifying clawed hand.
“Whoa princess where the hell do you think your going?” he questioned as he pressed his face in hers screening her eyes for the answer which he already knew.
“I..let...let me go..PLEASE!” she screamed, thrashing in the bed, sending sheets and pillows bellowing to the floor.
“Stop thrashing you stupid little bitch!” he spoke, agitated with her ridiculous behavior.
He drew back his un clawed hand , then he slapped her until she stopped fidgeting and her breath erupted into hiccuping sobs.
“You should know better, I will not tolerate hysterics, if you even so much as move without my permission, I swear I will kill you right now you little bitch!” his voice was hard as he roughly grabbed her, digging his knives into her forearm. She automatically stopped moving and held in her tears as he slowly released her arm from his deadly grip, leaving blood ridden gashes on fine grained skin.
As he released her he moved away from the bed. She saw it as an opportunity to move, she knew better than to believe he was leaving so she scooted slowly toward the backboard. He knew what she was doing but he waited for a few agonizing moments before reacting to her disobedience. She watched as he faded into mist and disappeared from sight. She sat straight up knowing it was one of his horrible little tricks. She knew well he had seen her act of disobedience and she figured his little disappearing act was just a form of the punishment she was to endure at his hands.
She looked around nervously, waiting for even a sign of his presence. When she saw none she placed her hands in front of her and began to crawl forward on the bed. As she neared the edge she felt a hand glide over her back. She whipped around only to discover no one there. She figured it was another trick so she shook her head and turned around to begin again. She was welcomed by a withered green and red striped sweater with a murderous man inside. He bent his head until his demonic hazel eyes were parallel with hers. He moved forward until his mouth was so close she could feel his nauseating breath mingle with hers.
“Princess, didn’t I warn you? I am all for punishing bad little princesses.” he cooed as he grabbed her shoulders, inflicting just enough pressure so she flipped over onto her back.
“What do you..do..do you pl..plan to do with me, will..will you kill me?” she stuttered as he crawled on top of her, meeting her gaze with his horrendously, lecherous eyes.
“Kill you princess?” he questioned innocently allowing his eyes to wander down her body.
“What would make you think I would kill you?” his eyes stopped at her breasts, he loved the way they incoherently moved as she breathed harder and harder. She was angered by his perverseness ,and her anger caused for her stupid brainless sarcasm.
“Oh I have no reason to believe you will kill me except, for the fact you have been attempting it so many times.” she stared him down while she spoke.
She closed her eyes automatically after blurting out her sarcastic remark. She figured she was destined to die, that she had just sealed her fate. To her surprise she heard hysterical male laughter fill the midnight air of the chamber. She opened her eyes expecting to see knives in front of her face, instead a laughing Freddy was placed in front of her, shaking with hysteria.
“So, my little princess does have a tongue on her.” he shifted himself so that their bodies were parallel with each other, his on top and hers on the bottom.
“I wonder what that tongue of yours feels like.” he murmured to himself as he neared her face again. She blushed at his penetrating gaze unsure of his intentions toward her at the moment. (Why does his body feel so... I..what is he going to do?) She looked at him innocently. He smiled at her confused look. He knew that his gentleness was not befitting his manifested image, it was time to treat his “princess” like he had everyone else, she was after all his greatest enemy at the moment.
She saw the look in his eye, that lust filled look and she knew exactly what he had planned for her. She knew he would kill her if she struggled but she wasn’t about to give in easily. She hadn’t planned on losing her virginity tonight and she sure as hell she hadn’t wanted it to be him any night.
“I..so your name..your name its Freddy..ri..right?” she looked up at him her eyes pleading. He knew well what her game was but he decided he would play along for a while, the longer he watched her lips and body the harder he would be when he thrust into her.
“Yes , and yours is Serenity am I right?” he spoke the words sensually attempting to make her even more uncomfortable than she was, turns out he did.
“Yes, I.. I mean I am.. Did you know I’m 15, I’m also an Aquarius, yep.. I was born in February.” she smiled every where but at him, although he remained on top of her. He chuckled at her sloppy attempt at killing time, he was going to play with her for a bit longer.
“Ah, so your 15 ,funny I pictured you as being an older bitch.” he let out an evil laugh that seemed to fill the small confines of the room. She shivered violently at the sound of his demented laughter.
“So..um did you..did...you...um...?” she couldn’t think of anything else to talk about her mind had gone blank. (Oh no! He’s going to... I know what he wants from me I think I’ve known it all along, but why don’t I..I think I may even want him...to) She shook her head as a wave of nausea hit her almost causing her to vomit in his face. He smiled, she had been lost in thought, and he had an idea of what she was thinking. He gently grabbed her face with his un clawed hand. He bent lower, closing the distance between their bodies.
“Princess, I’ve played with you long enough ,time for my little game.” he spoke the words slowly as his hand trailed from her cheek to her lips, he gently traced the curves of her mouth contemplating his next move. (He.... oh my he’s going to... I do want to I can’t help it god forgive me). A sob exploded from her luscious lips as his lips meet hers in a bruising kiss ,all the passion bottled up in his body exploded in that kiss. His lips burned hers in a way she had never felt before. She couldn’t help it, as though it were natural she kissed him back her small delicate tongue meet his long ferocious one. He smirked against her lips as his clawed fingers cradled her head ,pushing it closer to his. She followed his lead, her tongue ran over his again and again, she tried to stop the heat that ignited between her thighs, she was a virgin but she knew what that fire was. (God help me I don’t know what I’m going to do......)

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