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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12584 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8: One, two, Freddy’s coming for you…
Saturday 2^nd March 1968
Freddy quietly tip-toed into Katherine’s room. The time was just past 8.30am and she was still fast asleep. He held a small pink envelope in his hand and gently sat at her side, “Katherine…wake up princess!” his left hand reached down to tenderly stroked her face.
After a few seconds she stirred awake, her brown eyes fluttering open to stare at him. He grinned down at her, “Happy birthday, baby girl. You’re getting big. Six years old”
Sluggishly, she sat up and yawned, breaking out into a small smile, “Thanks daddy”
Her facial features hadn’t changed much over the last several months, but her hair colour had darkened ever so slightly. It was a far darker shade of blond, nearly a light brown in colour and was a few inches longer than before. While her height had increased by maybe an inch. Her eyes glimpsed at the card in his hand as he handed it out to her. “There you go. I have a present for you downstairs too”
Her grin grew wider and she threw her bed clothes off of her in excitement, “Really? What is it?”
“It’s a surprise. Now, open your card”
She dug her nimble fingers into the side of the envelope and pulled it opened, then yanked out the card. It was plain pink, with a picture of a doll on front, speckles of pink and purple glitter was scattered here and there. On the top were the words ‘To a Special Daughter’. She smiled and flipped it open, reading the words inside.
To my little princess.
Love always, daddy xx
Katherine threw herself at her father, letting the card fall onto the mattress and hugged him warmly, “Thank you”
He grinned and looked fleetingly at her chest, “Katherine, how about I give you a special birthday kiss? Remember the kisses we’ve been having the last several months?”
“Yes, you would give them to me when I’m being good for you” she nodded, sitting up a little.
He pried the card out of her hand and placed in on the dresser. It had been extremely interesting the last several months, since his own birthday. They had participated n their special kisses about six or seven times since that day. Alternating between him kissing her sweet soft lips or on her neck, but the last two time he begun to get her to kiss him on his own neck. Fuck her little tongue was so good on his skin, the mere thought at the time of her licking his cock had made him have a hard on the last time. He didn’t want to rush her, oh no, but in the next six to twelve months he had wanted to make steady progress so that she was willingly allowing him to touch her down at her little pussy. Then when the time was right she would return the favour for him. Clamp her little hands around his shaft and jerk him off.
He broke out of this thoughts and stared at her, “Now, I want you to take off your pyjama top, okay?”
“Okay” she nodded, then unbuttoned her top, shrugging it off and watched as he snatched if from her hands. “Lay on the blankets. Take off your vest top too”
She obeyed, then asked. “Are you going to give me a new kiss daddy?”
“Yes honey” his eyes roamed her chest and pink nipples. “Lie still and keep your hand at your sides”
“Am I not allowed to touch your neck? You always say that you like my tickling your neck and touching your hair?” she asked.
“Well, you can at the start, but when I start to kiss down past your neck you put your hands down at your sides. Understand?” he commanded.
She nodded and watched as he climbed upon her, straddling her legs and smiled carnally. Lowering his hungry lips over hers he latched them onto her mouth and soothingly began to kiss her, twisting his head to the right and she allowed him to pry her lips open and soon his slick tongue drove into her mouth. She mewed softly at the sudden intrusion and he slowly eased his lower body onto hers, moaning softly as he felt her tongue flick against his own. Her kissing was getting better each time. He was teaching her well. Her small arms curled around his neck and just as she said to him the way her fingers stroked the back of his neck made him smirk against her lips. His tongue massaged over hers, then trailed lightly over her small teeth.
She made another mewing sound as his tongue slithered over her bottom lip lightly, then he kissed her hard once more and she titled her head slightly as his tongue dove back into her mouth again. He moaned lowly as his mouth parted from hers, his lips hungrily kissing along her jaw line up towards her small earlobe. Latching onto the skin and sucking softly, then he grinned as he heard the smallest of moans.
It was something he knew that she liked.
He tongue slithered out to lick her earlobe then glide along the ridge to the top and he panted heavily against her hair. “I love you very much, you know that, baby girl?”
“Yes” she whispered, “And I I love you too”
Smiling viciously he kiss her ear, then trailed more kisses along the ridge of her face once more. Kissing her eagerly again and she began to run her little hands through his hair. He chuckled lightly against her mouth and then grabbed her hands, withdrawing them from around his neck and pinned them against the pillow. Moving his lips away from her mouth he kissed her chin then slithered his mouth down towards the crook of her neck, kissing gently on her tender flesh and licked in between the kisses. His teeth grazed lightly over her skin and she held her breath. Despite knowing that she didn’t like this action, he just couldn’t help himself. He always enjoyed biting the little girl’s necks when he was fucking them. Perhaps in time Katherine would enjoy the feel of his teeth on her flesh, grazing and biting into her. In time she would hopefully develop the masochistic traits that he had. Then he could tie into their special playtime.
He loosened his grip on her hands and withdrew his lips from her neck, “Keep your hands where they are”
She nodded against the pillow.
Soon his lips found their way along her collarbone, sucking her flesh and then he traced his kisses down the valley of her small chest. His tongue slithered out and he licked it downwards to her small belly button. He then heard her giggle.
Looking up he saw her lips curled into a grin.
He smirked, “What is it?”
“Your tongue, it’s tickling me!” she chortled lightly.
His lips curled into a pleased sick grin, “Really?” again his tongue snaked out into her belly button, then glided up the valley of her chest once more. Emitting another giggle from her. He smiled darkly and then began to kiss around her chest, licking every know and then. Inching closer and closer to her right nipple. Then his mouth devoured it, beginning to suck softly until it was protruding outwards.
Katherine frowned, her lip pouting outwards in perplexity. This wasn’t something that she expected, but it was a new way of him kissing her. And she was his special girl as he constantly told her. What harm was he doing to her?
Freddy groaned against her chest and used his right hand to stroked her other nipple, his thumb and forefinger twirling it and squeezing it gently. His tongue flicking wildly at her little nipple and after a few more minutes of sucking and teasing her nipple with his tongue he withdrew his face from her chest.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes were gleaming with perversion.
“Yeah, it was weird“ she lifted her head off the pillow, “Your tongue made me giggle!”
He grinned and his tongue flicked out to lick at her nipple vulgarly, “You like it? Mmm?”
She grinned, “It’s ticklish!”
He took that as a yes and knew that the grooming was coming along nicely. Pushing himself to a sitting position, he grabbed her pyjama top, “Go on put it on and I’ll show you your surprise”
She nodded eagerly and got herself ready, then looked up at him as he rose to his feet. He bent down to kiss her forehead and pulled her into his arms, rising to his feet, “Now, close your eyes. No peeking!”
Slowly, she closed her eyes and grasped his red and green sweater lightly as he carried her out of the room and downstairs. At the bottom she was about to open her eyes, but his firm voice scolded her playfully, “A-ha, don’t you dare you little rascal! Keep them closed or I’m going to start tickling you!”
She clamped them shut and nodded, “Okay, sorry daddy!”
He grinned at her and set her back onto the ground, “Stay there. And I’ll tell you when to open your eyes!”
With a small nod she heard him walk away as she stood at the entrance of the living room, in front of the staircase. After a few minutes she heard him approach the hallway again. From the sound of it, he appeared to be pushing something.
“You can open your eyes, honey”
Katherine took a deep breath and opened them, her brown orbs falling upon the object that her father was pushing. It was a bright pink bicycle, with two stabilisers at the back wheels. On the front was a small brown basket, while adorning the front handle-bars were pink and purple streamers. She squealed in delight and ran towards him, “I love it, daddy!”
He stooped lower as she planted him a big kiss on his lips, smiling enthusiastically, “Thank you, you’re the best!”
“You’re welcomed” he smiled, “Do you want to try it out? We can go to the park?”
“Yeah, that’d be great!”
“I’ve picked out your dress for today” he said coolly. She looked up at him in surprise, “I’m going to pick out your clothes from now on, okay? I‘ll pick out what I want you to wear”
Slowly, she nodded and reached out for his hand that he held out for her, “Let’s get you ready and then I’ll make you breakfast”
It just before 10am before father and daughter left their home. The sky was overcast, the sun trying to break through the clouds above as they ventured down Elm Street. Katherine was a few feet in front of her father, carefully riding her new bicycle. Freddy walked behind her, the morning paper tucked under his right arm. “Now, don’t go too far ahead, you hear me?”
Katherine applied her breaks and twisted around to him on the seat, her white dress scrunching up around her thighs. She yanked it down towards her knees, wishing that her father had picked out a pair of jeans instead, “I know daddy and to stop before we reach the road”
“Away you go” he patted her back as he approached her.
She pushed her right leg down on the pedal and rolled forward, her legs steadily slowly pedalling as she strolled onwards. At the end of the street she obediently stopped and looked over at her father as he advance towards her, “I’m thirsty”
“I’ll get you something to drink at the park” he looked from left to right, making sure the road was clear before gripping the front handle of the bike and trailing down the small curb and across the road to the other side. Once at the other pavement she began to pedal as he let go of the handle bar.
It took them a good fifteen minutes to arrive at the park. It wasn’t as busy as it usually was. Perhaps it was a little too early in the morning. Again Freddy sat himself at the bench facing the fountain and beckoned his daughter towards him, “Now, remember you stay where I can see you. If you aren’t going to be playing on your bike then you leave it back here with me. I don’t want anyone stealing it. Okay?”
“Yes, daddy. Can I have a drink please?” she begged.
He nodded and handed over a dollar bill. She smiled and hopped off of her bike, hurrying over to a small kiosk next to the water fountain. After a few minutes she began to walk back with a small plastic cup of lemonade and gave her father the change. Taking a few quick gulps she left the cup at her father’s side and climbed back onto bicycle and veered off towards the fountain.
Freddy watched intently as she went and shoved the change back into his pocket, before opening the morning paper and began to read.
Nearly an hour had passed and Katherine was still whizzing about the park on her bicycle. Freddy had just finished reading the paper and scoured the park for his daughter. She certainly had some energy in her this morning, the excitement of going out on her new birthday present certainly was giving her some vigour. She would definitely sleep well tonight. He caught sight of her as she swerved around the bend at the back of the fountain and up the small pathway towards him. The breaks screeched as she came to a halt before him.
Freddy smirked, “Are you not tired riding that bicycle?”
She climbed off her seat, then sat beside him and drank the rest of her lemonade, “Nope. Can you fix my hair? My pigtails are falling out?”
He pulled her towards him and she twisted around so her back was facing him, “Your hair is getting so long. How about we get it cut a little?”
She gave a nod in agreement, “Okay”
He soon re-tied her hair back into two pig-tails bound by the red ribbons, “So, where are your friends? I don’t think I see them”
Katherine snuggled back against him, “They’re not here yet. Lucy said she was going to be here. Anna never comes to the park anymore. Her mommy and daddy won’t let her”
“Oh” Freddy murmured, “Why’s that?”
She shrugged and looked up at him, “She says they’re afraid someone is going to get her”
Freddy nodded thoughtfully and looked across the park. Despite it nearly being mid-day there was hardly any children about. Perhaps five to six of little brats playing in the far playground while their parents sat at the nearby benches. He knew that the parents were being extra vigilant now. No wonder after what had happened at the start of January, right at this very park. It was the first week back after Christmas break when he nabbed his latest piglet. It was another random kidnap. He was driving along the side of the park after work at 2.10pm when he saw a young girl, perhaps five years old wandering along the sidewalk. Just opposite the small pond. To his surprise it was rather quiet that afternoon and he had pulled over to a small secluded lay-by near where she was walking. He had persuaded her to climb into his car, enticing her that he would bring her home. That it wasn’t safe for a young girl to be walking on her own. She was a scrawny looking girl, her clothing wasn’t the best he had to admit. They were a little frayed and faded in colour. She seemed nervous and was about to decline his offer when it began to rain. That was when he hinted that she would catch the cold if she wandered home in the rain. That was when she agreed and he knew he had her.
He kept glancing at her as he drove to the power plant, the little brat was unaware of where she was heading to. When they had arrived she began to panic, knowing that she wasn’t going to be heading home. She had tried to push open the door, but he had locked it the moment she climbed inside. He had knocked her out with one swift punch to the side of her head. When she had came to, he immediately pounced on her. The urge was too much to control. The little bitch didn’t put up much of resistance as he kissed her, touched her body, thrusting his fingers into her roughly. Then when he was ready, he slowly slit her throat with a single blade and ‘played’ with himself as she took her last breath.
For some reason his sexual urges were getting stronger as the years went on. The last five kills were ALL girls. It was though he was neglecting the little boys. Maybe it was time he paid them a little more attention.
Freddy’s heinous thoughts were broken as his gaze lifted towards the grass facing the fountain. Katherine stood with her friend Lucy and another small girl, chatting away and then Katherine held one end of a skipping rope. While Lucy grabbed the other, they began to swing the rope as the other girl stood in the middle, jumping over the rope as it swung under her legs.
He twisted his head slightly and strained to hear what they were singing.
“One two, buckle my shoe.
Three, four, open the door.
Five, six, pick up sticks.
Seven eight, lay them straight.
Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting.
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids-a-waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty’
A playful grin grew across his face as they began to sing the jump rope song again. He particularly liked the start of the song as he twisted the words in his mind and whispered darkly to himself, “One, two, Freddy’s coming for you…”
We like the sound of that Freddy!
Freddy smiled treacherously and soon his eyes narrowed suddenly as a boy approached the three girls. He hadn’t seen this little shit before. The boy stood a little taller than the girls, with short blond hair and seemed to be gesturing with his hands at Katherine’s friend Lucy.
Freddy noticed that from the way the little boy was acting he seemed to be a little smug, too cocky in his attitude. Leaning forward slightly, Freddy tried to get a better look. However, a small group of teenagers began to walk by the bench and obstructed his view momentarily.
Once they were out of his way, Freddy turned his gaze towards Katherine as she stood frozen to the spot, glaring with fury at the young boy. He smirked, he could see her little hands clenched tightly into small fists at her side. It was a little trait of hers whenever she got angry. She certainly had his temperament. She began to speak to the boy, her face stern and then turned back to her friends, smiling at them and then waved goodbye to them. The boy crossed his arms huffily and ventured off towards the fountain behind him. While Katherine and her two friends went their separate ways.
Katherine scurried towards her father at the bench and sat beside him, a small look of annoyance carved across her face. He stared at her thoughtfully and then asked, “Are you okay, Kat?”
She leaned back and shrugged her shoulders, “Yeah, it’s just…”
He leaned his right hand along the back of the bench and leaned down slightly, “Go on. What happened?”
Her dark brown eyes glanced briefly over towards the playground where the young blond hair boy played. Her voice was tainted with a hint of rage, “That boy Billy was mean to my friend Lucy. He tried to grab the skipping rope off of her!”
“Really?” her father began. To be honest he couldn’t give a flying fuck about Lucy. He just wanted to know if that little fuck had said anything to her. “Was he nasty to you? Did he say anything to you?”
She turned to face him and shook her head, “No. He never said anything to me. I told him to leave us alone, that he was nothing but a bully!”
“You’re right, he is a bully!” his eyes darted over towards Billy as he played on the monkey bars. Short blond hair, slightly chubby face. He would remember that little face. “Remember, if he comes near you, then you just walk away. Don’t let him anywhere near you!”
Katherine nodded quickly, “Yes”
He kissed her forehead and lifted her onto her bicycle, “You want some pizza?”
She beamed up at him, her mood suddenly brightening at his. “Yes, please!”
Placing his hands on the top of her back he gave her a small push and she rode onwards ahead of him. He smirked as she sped off and walked after her, out of the park.
Two months later - Saturday 4^th May
It was probably the first Saturday in a long while that Freddy hadn’t brought Katherine to the park. He had a job to attend to, basically fixing his car. It been playing up over the last few days and to his disconcertment the car had conked out on the way home from work yesterday afternoon at 12.30pm. Thankfully, he had managed to find a small payphone and rang a tow truck to bring the car home. He had contemplated on bringing it to one of the local garages, but decided it against it. One, it would probably cost him too much and well he hardly had any money left to spare seeing as he was constantly spoiling Katherine with any spare money he received from the wages and secondly, he preferred to fix the car himself. He didn’t want any fucker snooping around in it. He knew there was a few dry blood stains in the boot of the car.
He leaned over the engine of the car, twisting a screw in one of the compartments with a small spanner. His white tank top was smeared in oil and grease, while his faded jeans were also tarnished with dirt. He sighed jadedly and took a few steps back from the bonnet of the car and wiped his hands on an old cloth stuck in the front pocket of his jeans.
He unhooked the metal rod that held the bonnet lid up and let the lid slam shut, then walked around to the driver’s seat and sat inside. He twisted the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again. There was a splutter as he applied pressure on the gas and then the engine spurred to life. A satisfied smile crossed his face.
Who needed a mechanic? Certainly not him!
Slowly, his gaze crossed the street to the lawn of 1460 Elm Street. The Thompson residence. It was just three doors down from his house across the way. Sat on the grass was his own daughter Katherine, along with Nancy Thompson and what was her name? What did Katherine say her name was? Mmm, yes. Tina Grey. They sat in a semi-circle playing with their dolls on a small picnic blanket. Lost in their own little world.
He leaned forward against he steering wheel and stared musingly at Nancy, noticing that she was growing up to a beautiful little girl. That long dark brown wavy hair. He wouldn’t mind staining those locks with blood, her blood.
Taking a long deep breath he slide back out of the car and locked it securely. He was filthy and needed a quick shower. Katherine would be okay for another thirty minutes then he would call her in. He didn’t want her spending too much time that them brats! The only reason he allowed her to play with Nancy was because she would be too curious and would want to help him fix the car, but he didn’t want her in his way. He loved her helping him of course, but this was a little out of her league.
Twenty minutes later Freddy had finished his shower and was now sat at the kitchen table, dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and white shirt. He cracked open a small can of light beer and took a long refreshing drink, sighing softly. He took another long slug of his beverage, savouring it in his mouth and swallowed. Reaching over he snatched a small cigarette packet and pulled out a small white stick and match, lighting it up. Just five more minutes then he would call Katherine in. He just wanted five more minutes of peace and quiet.
He lifted the cigarette to his course lips and took a long drag. After a few more minutes he heard the front door open and then slam shut. The patter of feet distracted him as he jerked his head towards his daughter as she ran into the kitchen. Her face trembled as tears streamed down her face.
“Daddy!” she sobbed.
Freddy snubbed his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”
Her body shook again as he stopped before him, her hands grasping her doll’s green dress and she let out another whimper. Reaching out to her he lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the table before him, “C’mon sweetheart. Tell daddy what happened” he paused, pondering silently. Did that little bitch Nancy do anything to her? Did her and Tina gang up on his daughter? If they did, oh well he was going to gut them like fish! “Did Nancy and Tina hurt you? Did they do anything to you?”
Katherine swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “No, it wasn’t them. They had to go home. I was walking back to the house, when Billy came up to me on his bike…” her voice faltered off as she saw her father’s eyes narrow in disdain, his jaw clenching tightly in fury at he mere mention of the boy’s name. Her eyes flickered to the left as she heard the crunching of aluminium. Her father’s grip on the can tightening ever so slowly.
Freddy slowly took a deep breath and exhaled, “What did he do, honey?”
She wiped away at her tears and clutched her doll tightly to her chest, “He stopped and pushed me. He was laughing and then rode away on his bike. I didn’t do anything to him to make him push me, I swear Daddy! He just pushed me in my back and I fell forward” she sobbed again, “I hurt myself”
He lowered his eyes as she lifted the rim of her dress up, revealing a small bloodied graze on her right knee. His heart pounded in his ears, his blood was fucking boiling in fury! Soon, his grip on the can increased and in a snap the can folded in on itself. The remaining alcohol spilled over the rim of the can onto the table.
How dare that little cunt do that to her? To his child! He was tortured by little fucks like him during his own childhood. There was no way in hell he was going to allow a bastard like Billy do that to his child. His lips curled into a snarl as he hissed, “The little fucker”
Katherine flinched at this. He never swore in front of her. Never!
Withdrawing his hand from the crushed beer can Freddy looked down at her bloodied knee and gently touched it with his finger tips. His daughter jerked back in pain, “It’s sore daddy!”
“It’s okay, princess” he cooed and began to calm her by stroking her cheek in a small circular motion, “I’ll clean it up and out a plaster on it, okay?”
She placed her doll at her side on the table and wiped away a her tears quietly. He withdrew his hand from her face and watched in silent amusement as her expression turned into anger, her hands curling into tight fists as her rage began to take over, “I hate him daddy! He can be so mean. He should get his medicine for being naughty!”
He gave an depraved grin at her little statement, “Medicine?”
She nodded vigorously, “Yes. You said to me before that all the naughty children get their medicine. Billy should get his!”
His grew wider and he chucked wickedly. Oh, she was definitely his child. He was loving how twisted her mind was becoming. How he was warping it into his way of thinking. “Well, you are right” he said with a dark smile, “Billy does need to take his medicine!”
She nodded in agreement.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart” he smiled, “Daddy will take care of him!”
Katherine shot him a bewildered look and opened her mouth to speak, but he hushed her. “Ssh, just you stay here and I’ll get some cotton wool for your knee”
He rose from the table and went to collect a small first aid box from the cupboard underneath the kitchen sink. Placing it on the table at her side he popped open the lid and took out a small anti-septic bottle and a few pieces of cotton wool. He dabbed the liquid onto a ball of wool and pressed it lightly against the lesion.
She let out a small whimper, “Oww…”
“Just take a deep breath. I’ll be a few more seconds”
Katherine gripped the edge of the table with her fingers and watched as he applied again, biting down on her lip. After cleaning the wound he ripped apart a small plaster and applied it to her wound. “There you go” he gave her a comforting smile, “Do you want me to kiss it all better?”
She gave a small nod. He smirked and leaned down, his lips pressing lightly on the top of the plaster. “That’s it all better! You going to be okay, Kat?”
“Yeah, can I go to my room?”
He lifted her off the table and handed her the doll, “Away you go. I’ll be up in a few minutes”
She smiled meekly and he watched as she walked out of the kitchen towards the staircase. Once out of the way, he rose to his feet and marched into the living room and stood at the window. His steely gaze wandered up and down the street, searching for that little fuck Billy. And there he was, smiling broadly as he cycled away on his bike in the middle of the road without a care in the world. Freddy leaned forward towards the window, his hands gripping the window ledge with vehemence. “You won’t be smiling when I get you, you little fuck!”
Freddy snarled to himself and had to hold himself back from charging out into the street and dragging the boy inside the house. He wanted him dead. Now! Closing his eyes he took a long deep breath. It would be soon, very soon. Gradually, his eyes fluttered opened as he thought back to the park from a few months before, remembering that jump rope song. His lips began to curl into a vicious smirk as he whispered, “One, two, Freddy’s coming fro you…”
x x x
Tuesday 7^th May 3.25pm…
Billy groaned softly as he came to. His head lulled to the side as he felt something wet and sticky on his forehead. He pushed himself up and reached up to his brow with a shaky hand, his fingers running over his skin lightly. Liquid connected to his fingertips and he gulped worryingly as he looked at the blood staining his fingers. Again he lifted his hand to his head and ran it over his blond hair slowly, feeling more blood smeared in his hair. He didn’t notice the searing pain in the back of his head until he rose to his feet.
His balance was a little unsteady as he staggered forward a few feet in the murkiness and wildly blinked as he studied his new environment. There was a low metallic rumbling from the darkness ahead of him. His vision was distorted as thick puffs of steam billowed from the thin pipes that aligned the walls to his left. The air was thick with sweltering heat. He threw a glanced behind him seeing a dead-end.
Above him were a several small red lights that flickered on and off slowly.
Billy frowned and jadedly began to walk forward cautiously. At the very far end of the darkened passageway a shadow watched the boy as he advanced towards him. Freddy smirked venomously beneath his fedora and slide back into an adjacent corridor, hiding in between two old rusty steel boilers. He scrutinized Billy’s face as he went by, unaware that he was being watched. The look on the boy’s face was fucking priceless.
He was confused.
Afraid.
Just what Freddy wanted to see.
He lifted his index blade and trailed it down the side of the metal boiler slowly, relishing in the sound it made.
Scccreeecccchhhh…
The young boy stopped dead in his tracks and tilted his head to the side, wondering where that sound was coming from. He glanced swiftly behind him, there was nothing there. Letting out a sigh he marched onwards, this time a little more quickly. Behind him Freddy emerged from between the boilers and let out a small impious giggle, smacking his parched lips once. The long blades of his glove clicked threateningly behind his back, as he began to stalk the boy.
Billy’s fear began to increase as he continued onwards and into the next corridor. His hands were saturated with sweat, his breath growing in short pants. The heat was sickening, making him feel nauseated as though he was going pass out. He trudged past a cracked pipe and let out a stifled scream as gust of steam billowed inches past his face. Nearly scalding his skin. He ducked and tumbled to his knees.
Suddenly, there was a loud burst of heinous laughter. It echoed against the steel walls, making goose bumps appear on Billy’s skin. He crawled forward and staggered to his feet, running forward as fear took hold.
He saw a small hazy glow coming from straight ahead. Picking up his pace he came to an opening to a large room. There was a large black furnace to his left, a raging fire burning inside. Facing him about twenty feet away was a small side room and to his right were three other small passageways and a set of stairs, leading into other areas of the power plant.
Screech…
Billy shrieked and whirled around to the passageway behind him, the sound was coming from darkness. It was far closer in proximity. Slowly, a lean figure crept out of the darkness, a fedora hat shielding Freddy’s twisted grin. He leered at the boy, his voice thick with disdain as he hissed, “You’ve been a naughty boy, Billy!”
The young boy took a small tentative step back, his eyes going wide in terror at the sight of Freddy’s deadly talons affixed to his right hand. They were still clicking hungrily at his side. Freddy chuckled, “Not so brave now, are we? You little shit!”
Billy trembled, “What? Who are you?”
Krueger ignored his question and leisurely approached his prey. His blades were just itching to cut into the boy’s flesh, slash it apart real fucking good! “I remember little fucks like you when I was growing up. How they used to tease me, beat me up, ridicule me and bully me!” he growled gutturally. A vision flashed before him of Katherine’s sobbing face from the weekend.
His little princess.
His cruel blue eyes gave the boy the once over coldly and he advanced towards him, “She told me what you did to her! She showed me! You picked on the wrong little girl to bully! You made her angry. You made her daddy angry!”
The young boy frowned and was caught off guard as Freddy raised his blades and slashed down at his chest, cutting deftly through his t-shirt and into this skin and creating four long incisions approximately five inches in length. A piercing scream came from him as he tumbled backwards, falling hard onto the concrete floor.
Sneering Freddy couched over the wounded boy and brought his blood stained talons to his lips that curled into a pleased grin. Quickly, his slick tongue snaked out and licked a few droplets of the boy’s blood from the tip of the blade. “She said you needed to take your medicine. She was right!”
Freddy glanced down at the boy’s knees, barely visible beneath this khaki shorts. The skin was unblemished and smooth, glistening in sweat from the heat. He remembered the bloodied wound on Katherine’s knee and suddenly a dark thought entered his depraved mind. A maniacal cackle came from him as he rose to his feet and placed his right foot on Billy’s slashed chest, walking over him as though he wasn’t there.
Billy groaned in pain as Freddy twisted around to glower at him once more, “You think that’s pain boy? Just you wait and see what I have in store for you!”
Out of the corner of his eye Krueger saw a long thin pipe lying beside the furnace, the end of the pipe was pointed and rusty. He strode over and lifted it with his bladed claw and approached Billy once more. “Have you ever heard of the expression, an eye for an eye?”
The boy stared up at him in confusion and shook his head.
“Well, how about a knee…” he raised the pipe above Billy’s right leg, “for a knee!” with a snarl he drove the tip of the pipe into the boy’s knee, tearing through the anterior cruciate ligament. A loud pain-stricken scream erupted from Billy’s throat, his face twisting into torture. His body bucked upwards. A treacherous grin grew across Freddy’s face as he turned the pipe in the knee, rupturing more muscles and ligaments in the process. Blood spurted from the torn skin as he dragged the pipe upwards, drawing more screams of agony from the child.
After yanking the pipe from the knee, Freddy threw it behind him and it clattered onto the ground. He lowered himself closer to the boy and pointed a bloodied blade at him, “No-one touches my baby girl!”
Billy screamed once again as Freddy plunged his claw deep into his chest, piercing his heart and puncturing one of his lungs in the process. He tugged out his claws and drove it in again, the four blades digging in between each of the boy’s ribs. He smiled viciously as he twisted his glove and with a low chuckle he withdrew his blades as the boy took his last breath and lazily wiped the blood off his talons onto the boy‘s face, while also creating a few more incisions here and there.
Beware Freddy…there will be others like Billy.
You need to control her more…
Freddy stood and replied to the voices, “What the fuck do you mean? There will be others?”
Listen to us Krueger! Don’t let her get too close to the other children…
He stood in thought and gave a small slow nod. Perhaps they were right. He had to keep a closer eye on her. He looked at the corpse before him and pondered on how to get rid of the little fuck’s body. Grinning broadly, he turned and walked into the side room where he had brought some of his tools from his home.
x x x
The next day….6pm
Katherine stood before father in the TV room and pouted sadly. For the last twenty minutes she had been pleading with her to allow her up to her bedroom to play with her toys. But he was having none of it. To her it wasn’t fair, she had finished her homework, helped tidy away the dishes. But still his answer was no. He was adamant that he wanted her to stay with him downstairs as he wanted to show her something on the television. She had asked him what it was, but his reply was that it was a ‘surprise’.
She frowned from her seat on the sofa and twisted around to him as he sat beside her. Maybe she could ask him one more time, “Daddy? Please can I go up to my room? I’ll be real quiet!”
He gently clutched her right hand and squeezed it firmly, albeit a little too firmly as she gave a small wince. His voice was thick with authority as he scolded her, “No, now you’ve asked me about five times already! Don’t ask me again or I will start to get angry. Right?”
Her eyes locked with his, seeing the simmering rage burning inside of his eyes. Nodding quickly she apologised, “I’m sorry, daddy. I won’t ask again”
Freddy smirked and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. “Good girl, now it’s about to start”
Turning her face towards the television she frowned in dismay as the 6 o’clock news report came on. There was one thing she hated watching and it was the news, it was so boring.
“Good afternoon, I’m Richard Young ad this is the 6 o’clock news” a middle aged man sat behind the news desk, a grim look carved across his face. “This morning several body parts were found on the old industrial estate at Rosewood Road. It is believed to be the remains of young Billy Morgan, who was reported missing yesterday afternoon after not appearing home from school…”
Katherine stared in terror as she listened to the broadcaster describe how three body parts were found, two severed hands and a right leg that’s knee had been savagely ripped to shreds. Her mouth went agape as a small startled gasp floated from her throat as the picture of Billy appeared on screen. She heard a dark malevolent chuckle come from her father who was staring at her horrified face. He was savouring it.
Turning around she saw him smiling devilishly as her, “I told you princess, that I would take care of him!” he gave her a impish wink.
She swallowed worryingly, “You took him away?”
He chuckled decadently and nodded. The look on his face was one she had never seen before. Dark, twisted. Pure evil. She nervously looked at the TV and reluctantly asked, “Did you give him his medicine?”
He pulled her onto his lap and ran his right hand through her long locks that for once where pushed back from her face by a red hair band. Kissing her forehead once he replied darkly, “Yes, daddy gave him his medicine. Just like you said, sweetheart. He needed to take his medicine for hurting you. No one hurts my little piglet and gets away with it!”
She nodded once.
“No, if anyone else starts to bully you. You let daddy know and I’ll take care of them. Understand, honey?“
Katherine stared up at him with wide frightened eyes and gave a slow nod. Did he really mean this? Would he protect in her such a way that he would hurt other children? He would really do that for her?
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