Freddy's Apprentice

a short story i wrote for my magazine...the theme for the last issue of the magazine was "relationships and sex" and since me and the rest of the staff are always tryin to push the envelope i came up with this...it was freddy week on tbs or somethin and i had freddy on the brain so he got in there, in the end though we decided that it was too sick and fuckin nuts to place against the other short stories...oopsie...enjoy =)


freddy's apprentice

i love to kill. murder. blades. blood. screams. getting away with it all. it's so beautiful. it's better than sex, and much more addictive. i love to kill.
i've killed so many people that i lost count, but that's only because i ran out of room on my body to scar another tally. it's gotten much more surreal since i lost count. and i've figured that i never had to count in the first place. it must be because i love to do it. and as with every great job, it just feels good. you don't really care about rewards.
man, but lately i've been having these dreams. this guy in a hat, blades on his fingers. i figure this guy loves to kill too. he's fuckin' fitted blades to his fingers. that's fuckin' awesome. if only everybody would take this much pride in their job...
anyway, i love murder so much that every victim gets special treatment. i try to paint pictures. write poetry in blood. hey, i know a poet. he's a pretty sick motherfucker, and oh, how he loves to write. i love to kill. i am a poet too in that regard.
one of the "birds" i "set free" (taken from my journal) was fifteen years old. she was beautiful. blonde. overdeveloped in the body and underdeveloped in the mind. my favorite kind of fuck. illegal to say the least. ha, i never lied to her. i told her how i love to kill. she laughed. she didn't believe me. underage girls don't like to drink beer so i got her bacardi limon (obviously). i drank as many heinekens as she took shots, and mind you i was drunk as hell. after sex she passed out, and i was finally ready to make love.
i sent her blood everywhere. it was so beautiful. her coitus even did some of the work for me. i put the blood on the wall. she put it on the sheets. then, i fell asleep. totally satisfied. totally in love with my bride which, sadly, death did us part.
i consider that my love. my art. my way of contributing to the world. it turns out i wasn't the only one who shared the vision. as i was asleep i suddenly awoke, still dreaming. i saw the man again. i said, "i had a dream about you." the man with blades for fingers said, "you still are, brother." i wasn't scared, i was very intrigued. maybe it was the hat. every killer should have one and anyone who loves to kill knows this. "what's your name?" "freddy." "OH SHIT! father, i'm sorry i didn't recognize you. i know i should of but, i mean i didn't really think it was you. i didn't think i'd ever be lucky enough to be in your grace."
"Don't worry, son. i'm here to show you love."
i knew what he meant.
"mr. kreuger, i believe this is the start of a very beautiful relationship," i said as we descended into the boiler room.
i always had a passion for knives. i have blades for fingers now.


... wow ... very well done ... but ... wow ...
Posted 8/4/2004 3:10 PM by gods_baby_angel

whoa... very nice.
Posted 8/6/2004 11:33 PM by secrets_unfolded