Benjamin Lawrence | Freddy Krueger (cometofreddy) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-01-16 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | benjamin lawrence |
Who: Benjamin Lawrence and NPC
What: Joyce's husband has become too much of a problem.
Where: Freddy's dream world.
When: Friday night going into Saturday morning.
Warnings: It's Freddy Krueger killing someone. It's gonna get messy.
Ben had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Sure, in the beginning, he was happy that his sister was married. That she had some wonderful kids; Ben adored his nieces and nephews. But her husband? Well, he was just getting a little too annoying for his taste. First there was the atrocious work he was doing at AgriPro. It'd been one of those nepotism kind of things, keeping it all in the family, etc etc etc. Second, there was how he was treating his sister. If there was anything in the world he couldn't stand, it was someone doing harm to his family. You mess with Ben's sisters, or brother, or anyone in his family... god forbid someone did something to hurt his wife, they'd be dead before they knew it.
Speaking of dead... Ben looked at Joyce's husband with a sly grin. It might have been hard to see what he really looked at, what with the claws, the sweater, the hat, and some nasty face paint he liked to put on. So for right now, he had no idea who he was, or where he was. Ben had waited til he was asleep, then pulled him into his world.
"You gotta learn, buddy, you don't mess with the Lawrences." Ben smirked, using a piece of pipe to sharpen his claws. "You had it all. Money, a wife, kids, but no, you just had to throw that all away." He shook his head.
"That's why I brought you here to play a game!" Her husband looked at him with anger, but he could sense the fear hiding just beneath the surface.
"Who the fuck are you? Where is this place? What the fuck is going on?" He yelled, and Ben tossed the pipe away. Spreading his arm wide, he spun around slightly.
"This is my home! You don't like it?" The place was grimy, disgusting, the sound of machinery working in the distance, a fire burning in the furnace. It was a boiler room, and it felt just as much as home as anywhere else to Freddy Krueger. It was great.
"Its been decided that you've been a pain the ass for too long. You gotta go. No one wants you around anymore. But before you go... I haven't had a chance to have some fun in awhile, we're going to take our time." Ben grinned wickedly, walking around the chair that Joyce's husband was tied to, as one of the claws delicately moving around his way, then to his shoulder, where he dug them in and ripped his shirt off, and some skin along with it. "Isn't this fun already?" He said gleefully as the other man screamed. Ben sighed in happiness.
"I'm more of a college age kid killer myself, but this is great. What do they say, it's better to be with an older guy, since they know what they're doing?" Coming back around, Ben crouched down in front of him, tearing at his pants till they were shreds as well as bleeding. "That'll be hard for you to swing, though. Someone like you doesn't deserve the chance to give any experience to anyone else."
Taking careful aim, and listening to his screams of "no no no no no", Ben sliced his claws across his dick, all the way to the balls, and cut the whole thing off. The scream was deafening, and it was music to their ears.
"Time for you to stop thinking with your dick, brother in law." Bringing out a wet towel, he wiped the make up off his face so that the bleeding man could see him for who he ways.
"...Ben?" Joyce's husband managed to whisper, eyes hazy from the pain.
"You hurt my sister for the last time, you fucking son of a bitch." Ben growled, as he got close once more and shoved his claws through his chest. It hit his lungs, but more importantly, they went through his heart.
When Joyce eventually got up and went to see her husband, it would look like he had a heart attack in his sleep.
These things just happened. No one can predict when someone might die, and for all intents and purposes, nothing looked out of the ordinary for this one.