Other Fan Fiction ❯ A Freddy Krueger Fanfic ❯ CHAPTER TWO ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

tWO

At lunch that same day, I was sitting with Leo and a few of

his guy friends. Their names were Eddy, Karl, and Jack. I'd met

them the day before. While they prattled on about a car, I played

with Freddy's gift, the paddle ball. I hadn't bothered with eating

today. Jack asked me a question. "Sorry. I didn't hear you." I

said, practically growling at the paddle ball. So far I could keep it

going for six hits.

"Is that fun?" He asked. "You've been going at it for a half

hour now." I tried to explain. "I know someone who's good at it. I

want to be better."

"She fits right in." Eddy remarked. "Lenne's got more guy in

her than me. Even I'm not that competitive. I suck with a paddle

ball."

"I'm starting to think that I suck too." I snarled at the stupid

toy and resisted the urge to chuck it across the room. Instead, I

angrily shoved it in my bag.

"So how good is your friend?" asked Karl. I sensed

something perverted in that remark. I sighed. "He can hit it sixty

times. That's ten times what I can do."

"Damn. That is good." Leo said. "Can I hold it?"

I pulled it back out for him and laughed. He couldn't even hit

it twice. All the guys tried it, but when it came back to me the

string broke. The ball sailed across the room and hit Allison's

head. I chuckled and quickly shoved the ballless paddle back into

my bag. She glared at me as the guys howled with laughter.

"Ten pointer! Nice job, L!" Karl said, giving me a thumbs up.

The others agreed. "Well, that's it then." Leo stood and put his

hands on my shoulders. "I proclaim the Lenne! The woman who is

male!"

"All hail the woman who is male!" The other three chorused.

"Ewww! That sounds gross!" I hissed. They just continued

laughing.

Leo sat back down beside me. "What's your friend's name?

Do I know him?"

Without thinking, I replied. "His name is Freddy."

The silence that followed that reminded me that I needed to

be careful. The guys were all pale. "W-who?" Eddy asked.

"Not that one!" I declared, as if appalled. "My friend Freddy

from Florida!" They sighed and I teased them. "Why? Are y'all

scared of him?"

Leo's expression darkened. "Hell no."

I frowned and remembered. "I'd like to kick his ass if I ever

meet him." Karl said. Eddy and Jack agreed.

"Yeah. He deserves a good ass kicking." Jack implied.

"I don't care! He just needs to be beat!" Eddy joined in. They

turned to me curiously. "What do ya say, L? You in?"

I smiled deviously and added a kick in the ass to my "Inflict

on Freddy" list. "Hell yeah!" I yelled and we joked about it for the

remainder of the period.

. . . .

I dreamt myself into the boiler room again. This time Freddy

was on the third floor. He was standing at a window, looking at

something down below. I snuck up on him and kicked. He

disappeared and popped up behind me. I fell forward and twisted

my ankle. "Ow!" I yelled. "That's cheating!"

"No! You were cheating! You snuck up behind me!" He

smiled, vainly. "I'm better than you."

I stuck my tongue out at him and attempted to get up.

Putting pressure on my ankle made it hurt horribly. I fell back on

my but and tears started streaming down my face. "Owee!" I

whined. Freddy rolled his eyes. He bent down and wrapped his

hands around my ankle. I noticed that his spiked glove was gone.

He turned my foot a certain way and it popped. I puckered my lips

at the sound. "Stop whining. Get up." He said. I grabbed his arm

and used it to pull myself up.

"Thanks." I muttered darkly. "But it was all your fault

anyway." After a moment of recovering from ankle pains I said,

"You ever think of redecorating?"

"Nope. I like my boiler room, thankyou very much."

"Blegh. It's cool for freaking people out and all, but for

hanging out-"

"Is that what you'd call it?" He asked, pertly. "Hanging out?"

"Come on, Freddy, we're friends. Our hangout spot is just a

little boring."

"What would you reccomend?" He snarled, obviously

annoyed.

"A couch." I replied. A red couch popped out of nowhere. I

went and sat on it, dragging him with me. "Better for now." I said.

"My paddle ball broke. I wanna new one."

"Hell no." He snapped. "I'm not your damn mother."

I frowned at him. "What's eatin you?"

"Nothing." He hissed.

"Freddy Kruger! Whatsamatterwidya?"

He raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "You're talkin about me."

He grumbled. I was dumbfounded. "What?"

"You keep talkin about me behind my back! I don't like it!"

He shouted, angrily. I frowned. He really was a Drama Queen.

"You're pathetic." I told him. "Alright! Alright! I'm sorry!" I

said to his hurt expression. "Who ever thought the devil of dreams

could be such a wimp!"

He grinned that maniacal grin of his. "You couldn't kick my

ass if ya tried." He laughed at my offended pout. I gave up and

laughed with him. After all, he was probably right. "You're the

best Freddy!"

He stopped laughing and gave me an odd look. "I know."

He said, bemused. "You just now figured that out?"

I sighed. "Nope. I've known it all along! I just thought that

you finally deserved a compliment."

He pulled a paddle ball out of thin air and handed it to me.

"This time the string won't break." He promised.

. . . .

"Whazzup, Lenne?" Leo asked. He'd been worried about me

all day. The truth was that I wasn't feeling well. Something was

on the front of my mind and it was really beginning to annoy me.

And it all had to do with Leo. He was walking me home for the

first time, the only one of the guys who decided to brave Elm

Street.

"Leo, why do you think Freddy killed your Mother?" I asked

outright.

He frowned. "Did you have to bring that up?" I sighed.

"Yes. Please just answer the question."

"She was stabbed. No one came into the house. No one left.

When the cops came they said it was him. Who else could it have

been?" He said. "It wasn't me and it certainly wasn't Dad. He was

out of town."

"Was she taking Hypnocil?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Then it couldn't have been him." I stated. It was funny how

stupid people could be sometimes. It was also funny, I told myself,

that I was standing up for Freddy Kruger. What had gotten into

me?

"It doesn't always work." He implied.

"That's only a continual thing. The bottle says that if it works

the first time, then it'll work every time after."

"Maybe she forgot-"

"What if she didn't?"

"Why are you offending him?" He yelled. I snapped back.

"Why are you blaming him? Look at the facts, Leo! It's right in

front of your nose! I'm not defending that asshole! I'm saying that

you need to look at this a different way! It could've been sui-"

"STOP!" he demanded. "Don't even finish that sentence! My

Mother didn't kill herself!"

"Can you think of any reason why she would?" I whispered.

His head snapped in my direction. "NO-!" He stopped and

looked at me. "You know something?" He said in disbelief.

"How? Who could've told you?"

I frowned and my eyes met his. "I can't say. But...look into

your parent's relationship right before she died. Please. You might

find out something important."

He was silent until they got to the house. "I want to know

who told you?"

I turned my gaze away. "I-I don't think he'd like that." I

whispered, thinking of how Freddy would react.

"Who is he?" Leo begged. "Tell me? Please tell me?"

Freddy forgive me, I thought. "If you really want to know,

then don't take your medicine tonight. Wait until ten to go to sleep

and meet me on the first floor of the boiler room. Make sure you

wait until ten o'clock." I turned to him to see his eyes wide with

shock.

"Not....him." he whispered.

I smiled weakly. "It's best you stay on his good side."

. . . .

"Freddy?" I came to sit beside him on the red couch. "I

invited a friend."

He grinned. "I know."

"Promise me something, Freddy."

He grimaced. "Oh what now? You're not going to take my

only bit of fun away, are you?""

"Sorry. But you can't hurt him." I told him.

"Why the hell not?" He demanded.

I sighed. "Because I'm asking." He was silent. "Listen to me.

His Mother killed herself. I'm taking your word on that. I'm

clearing your name and letting him know the truth. After that, if

he tries to come back..." I gulped, "He's yours for the taking."

"Because you're asking? That's your reasoning?"

"Did you hear anything else I said?" I demanded in a fowl

mood. He grinned. "Yes. Yes. Of course I heard you. Fine.

You've got a deal. But can't I just pick on him a little bit?"

"NO!" I snapped.

Freddy glared. "What? Have you got a thing for Mr. Leo?"

Freddy's knives were back and oozing with fresh blood. "Nice

effect." I told him. "And no. I don't. Leo's the first nice person I've

met in Springfield."

He mumbled something that sounded like "You met me first"

but I couldn't be sure if I'd heard him right. "I met you first." I

insisted, "But you weren't nice."

He grinned. I sighed. Sometimes it was hard to believe that

Freddy was an adult.

. . . .

Why did meeting Freddy Kruger seem like the dumbest

thing in the world to do right now? Leo asked himself as the clock

struck ten. He hadn't taken the pills and he was bloody tired at the

moment. Time to go meet a murderer. A murderer that got along

with a teenage girl? Something seemed very wrong with that. Leo

felt himself drifting into darkness, fear welling up inside of him.

And then he was in the boiler room. Leo looked around

frantically. He was on the first floor. Lenne, however, wasn't. He

had the strangest feeling that he was being tricked. And then he

heard the worse possible sound in the world....metal scraping

metal. Hadn't everyone told him that Freddy wore a glove

spouting knives? "So you really came?" Freddy said from the

second story. Leo jumped and looked up at him, taking in the true

Freddy for the very first time.

"Yeah, I thought so." Freddy grinned, pointed teeth and all.

"Get your ass up here!" Leo shook his head defiantly. Freddy

rolled his eyes and vanished. Leo screamed like a little girl when

Freddy tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, pal. We can do this the

easy way...." Freddy put a knife to Leo's throat. "Or the hard

way."

"I-I'll go up the stairs." Leo stuttered. Freddy reappeared at

the top of them. "Good." He hissed. Leo slowly ascended. When

he got to the top, he saw a big red couch shoved up against one

wall-and no Freddy. "Sit." Freddy's voice commanded, echoing

through the boiler room.

He plopped down on the couch and looked around

frantically. Freddy walked up the stairs and stood across the room

from Leo, whose eyes widened at the sight of the dream devil.

"Let's have a chat." said Freddy, who snapped his fingers. A big

red armchair appeared and Freddy sat in it.

"What's your name?" He hissed.

"L-Leo. Where's Lenne?"

"She's on her way." Freddy replied. He put his hands behind

his head and observed Leo with a critical eye. "You've become

fond of Lenne."

Leo looked offended. "Um....yes. What's it to you?"

"You need to understand this. Lenne is mine." Freddy's

expression was becoming threatening.

"The fuck she is!" Leo growled. "You can't just claim her, you

asshole!"

"You've noticed that she keeps coming back." Freddy said,

biting back temper. "She has the pills. She's not taking them,

because she doesn't want to."

"Why haven't you killed her yet? What are you doing to

her?" Leo screamed.

"Nothing."

"Why not?"

Freddy glared. "Because I can't. And that's what I'm trying

to figure out. So until I'm through with her, back off!" Two

enormous cobras came sliding up the stairs. They slithered their

way over to Leo, who found himself chained to the couch. Freddy

laughed when he heard Leo scream again. And then Lenne came

back and for the first time in years, Freddy felt guilty for hurting

someone.

. . . .

I came into the dream to be passed by two of Freddy's

favorite minions. His snakes were huge and I could hear Leo

screaming bloody murder from the second story. I mumbled

furiously as I stomped up the stairs. "FREDDY KRUGER! I told

you not to hurt him!" I tapped my foot when I saw Freddy, looking

guilty for being caught. Guilty and annoyed.

"You could've taken one minute longer..."

"Get rid of them!"

"But-" Freddy started.

"Now!" I ordered. Freddy snapped his fingers and the

snakes disappeared. "Ahem. The chains?" He grunted and they

disappeared too. "Sorry Leo, but he's incorrigable sometimes. I

told you to behave Freddy, couldn't you have listened to me for

once?"

"Why should I listen to you, bitc...er..I mean Lenne." He

frowned. "It was just starting to get good."

"Lenne?" Leo said uncertainly. "What's going on?"

I looked at him for a moment before I realized why he was

hear. "Freddy tell him."

Freddy shook his head and sighed "I didn't kill your Mother.

She killed herself because your Daddy-O cheated on her. Happy

now miss Queen?"

"For now." I said. "Leo?"

"That was why? Wow. My Dad. He was the one....." Leo

sniffed. "My mom killed herself." I went over and sat by Leo. He

rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Leo."

I didn't see Freddy pulsing with anger across the room. And

about what I would've never guessed. Freddy just added to the

bad news. "Yep. While your Mother was running herself through,

your dad was fucking an Italian maid. How horrible."

"Freddy!" I glared at him. He winced. "Sorry." he mumbled.

I told Leo, "I'll be right back." Then I got up walked across

the room and dragged Freddy with me to the fourth floor.

"What is your problem tonight?" I demanded in a whisper.

"Nothing." He said flatly. "Your little boyfriend's a pussy."

I tried to slap Freddy, but he caught my wrist and held it. "I-

I'm sorry." He hissed, grudgingly. "Uh-oh. I never expected an

aplology. Now go apologize to him."

"Hell no!"

"Why not Freddy? What did he ever do to you?" I wanted to

know.

"He stole your attention." Freddy said.

"Huh?" I asked, sheepishly. Did Freddy really say what I

thought he said? "My attention?" Freddy threw an arm around my

shoulder. "Yours is the only attention I get. I have to make do with

that. It's very little, if you know what I mean...with your horrible

attention span and all...OW!" Freddy said when my fist collided

with his cheek.

"Damn you're in a fowl tonight." He hissed. "All right. How

can I make it up to you?" Freddy laughed.

"Ap-"

"Besides by apologizing to the wimp?"

I thought and I thought hard. "Teach me your theme song?"

He chuckled. "Are you serious? You are serious."

I grinned. "You bet I am."

. . . .

Leo was glued to that red couch. He wasn't moving off of it.

It surprised him how much control Lenne had over Kruger. He'd

never thought that Freddy could be controlled like that. But he had

listened to her orders and obeyed without much arguement. He'd

even apologized to her once.

Leo looked to the stairs as they came down. The thing he saw

had his blood boiling and crawling at once. Freddy had one arm

thrown over her shoulder and was singing to her. Leo grimaced.

It was Freddy's song. Lenne smiled and laughed at Freddy like

they were old friends. She tried to mimick the words and failed

several times. "You sound like an old woman Freddy!" She

giggled.

Leo glared now. He didn't like the sound of that. And he

really didn't like the trusting look Freddy gave Lenne as he

changed his voice to sound like Elvis Presley's. "Oh. You're still

here?" Freddy laughed. "Remember what we talked about. Don't

forget it." He nearly snapped his fingers, but Lenne stopped him.

"Don't come back to this place again." She told him. "I could

only stop him once."

Freddy grinned maniacally. "Once is all you get." He

snapped and Leo woke up.

To Be Continued.... in Part three