ONE, TWO... FREDDY'S COMING FOR YOU!

▌█ ◦°˚༻❣༺ ˚°◦ █ ▌ Rebecca’s always had a low tolerance for pain — even now, broken by the Hands of God, she still feels it like all her nerves become attuned to her misery, congregating to the teeth of the trap, pulse pulsePULSINGas they dig deeper into her flesh, pierce muscle and she’s sure, grate the bone beneath gore. Only barely, she hears the man’s words as though he’s beneath troubled waters, deafened by blood rushing into her ears — wet gaze intense upon him, she nods without much understanding, thinks she catches a name, but she isn’t certain, not while her leg is still being shred to a pulp — but she knows he’s going to pry the bloody thing opened now, that he’s here to help. ❝Okay… oh-okay…❞, she repeats to everything, every crescendo in tone indicating a question.

              White hot agony shoots across her entire body as soon as the trap’s jaws are pried from her limb; another cry, dying in her throat as an animal waning, calling one last time for help — and then it’s over; but the urge to HURL remains, rush in her throat. Somehow she manages to crawl a few paces away, leaves a trail of dark red behind, black in the dim light, and rests her back against the opposite wall.

              ❝….thank you….❞, she groans between saccaded, quick and rabbit like breaths, ❝….thank y-you — Fred….❞ Now her leg throbs for different reasons, crimson spreading the fabric of her jeans like petroleum captures the surface of the ocean; soils dark grey ground — overwhelming, the stench of old pennies cancels that of wet earth and moss. It’s a gross wound, but it’ll heal. It always heals…. ❝ Mm-my name’s Rebecca…. I can’t buh-believe there was suh-someone eh-else in here…. You mm-must be an angel….❞

        Fred couldn’t believe anyone else had even been out here this far into the woods. This was the easiest place to trap someone, some place he had always lured victims to. A place where if anyone had screamed, and they had, loudly, they wouldn’t be able to be saved by anyone hardly. But, that wasn’t Fred’s thought process right now. Shockingly, Freddy had remained dormant inside of him even with the blood that coated his hands and knees now. Even with the metallic smell that filled his senses. But, at the moment, Fred is thankful he was here to relieve her of the bear trap that had clenched barren teeth into the poor female’s leg.

            The loud cry that escapes her as the trap releases its jaws from the ruthless grip on her leg causes him to shudder inwardly. Screams were nothing new to him, not even ones that came right from the soul. Screams that filled you to the brim and screams that were so deadly that you could nearly feel the other persons pain in the process. “You’re okay now, you’re safe. Although, you’ve got one nasty injury. Do you live somewhere around here or are you new to town? Visiting, maybe?” He’s trying to keep her awake, trying to keep her focused on anything but the searing pain he’s sure she’s feeling right now as he’s digging through his bag again for those bandages he’s sure he had somewhere in there.

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a brief glance over, with ash’s hands at his waist, & he’s finally ready to admit he’s driven this ol’ girl into the ground. at least, for now; he’d find a way to fix her up later.

“ uh – pretty sure i blew the radiator, actually. ”

ash laughs it off though, because, well, what the hell else is he gonna do?

▌█ ◦°˚༻❣༺ ˚°◦ █ ▌ She’d walked. And walked. And walked. Wept because she couldn’t find her way back, because every wall looked the same, every jagged edge crooked but pointing nowhere — and then the PAIN had comes, red hot coiling toothache shooting up her leg, resting in her hip then taking residence in her very gut: jaws clamped down onto her calf, razor sharp, a shark’s kiss, and Rebecca had released an ear piercing SHRIEK. Collapsed onto the bedrock — fingers digging and nails breaking as she scratched at the million year old fossils of thumb sized shelled insects — and now she thinks she’s going to vomit, whole body SIMMERING with tremors, the pain just too much, and she refuses to look, knows her leg has somehow been caught in a bear trap although she cannot, in her state, conjure the fact it makes no sense it would be in the bowels of a maze of tunnels if not solely to cause mischief.

              A miracle: a voice — she hears it, not too far off, and she tries to speak once, twice, but all she manages are weak croaks until — third time’s the charm — she manages to make her voice more powerful though riding on broken glass: ❝Oh-Over here! M’here! Huh-help mm-me! Please!❞

        Fred was trying to wrap his head around the fact that anyone had been walking alone out here, but that would mean he’d have to question himself as well. Feet seemed to carry him as Freddy guided him with razor sharp teeth chomping at the bit. “Can ya’ smell it?! I smell it! It’s blood, lots of it too! Ooh, I’m chompin’ at the bit, man! Can we kill her? Can we COOK her?!” Fred groans inwardly, trying to silence the Demon that had taken claim of his body. “Please, shut the hell up for five minutes!” He yelled out, voice echoing through the cave as he continued following the sound of cries and pain. Even as her voice broke through with words, he could tell it was bad. He picked up the pace, jogging now even with his bag on his back.

                The closer he got, the louder her voice became and he approached her with caution as he came into view. Feet picked up their pace, closing in the distance between them as he bent down to examine her injury. “Oh, holy shit... That’s nasty.” Fred swallowed hard, you would think after seeing copious amounts of blood that he wouldn’t get sick anymore. But, even years later now, that was not the case. “Alright, I’m goin’ to help ya’ okay? This is really, really, REALLY goin’ to hurt but I need ya’ to stay with me, alright?” He’s barely touching her leg, not really touching it at all. Just trying to examine her easily from what he could see. “I’m Fred.” He’s introducing himself, fingers moving his bag onto the cave floor in front of him as he’s careful with her.