Freddy TKO and The Genevieve Dilemma…ACT 2

by Amigo_Uno


Of DB & Friends

Freddy blinked his eyes slowly, attempting to correct his still blurry vision. He had been unconscious for some time following his violent encounter with Genevieve’s spiked tentacles. Still dizzy and unsure of his surroundings, Freddy sat up and began to look around the room. Only a few table items and broken dishes now scattered on the floor gave any clue as to the brutality of the attack.

“What in the hell just happened,” he moaned weakly to himself.

He placed both palms on the floor and braced for an attempt to stand when he was suddenly frightened by the visitor’s words.

“Welcome back, I wasn’t sure if you had survived. For a moment, I didn’t think you’d wake up.”

Freddy turned sharply to see the little girl perched like an angry vulture on his kitchen counter. She looked down curiously at the young hero-to-be and inspected his condition.

“Who the fuck are you? What did you just do to me?” he muffled.

His questions were cut short when one of Genevieve’s tentacles sprang from her back and lunged at Freddy, stopping just short of his right eye.

“Be quiet and listen to me,” she instructed. “My name is Genevieve and I’m an Under Dweller. All you need to know is that the only way to to save this planet is for your kind to learn from my kind, understand.”

“Your kind? What do you mean your kind?” Freddy questioned.

“I’m a descendant of beings who came here a very long time ago. We exist within the Earth’s core…and we keep it spinning. We’re called Under Dwellers,” she continued.

Freddy leaped back and quickly struggled to his feet upon viewing a butchers knife that had fallen during the chaos. Grabbing the blade and extending it in a threatening manner, the confused professional tried vainly to ward off his visitor.

“Look. I don’t know what the fuck you are but…but please just get the fuck out OK?” he begged. “I got some money in my drawer in the bed…”

His pleas were cut short again as Genevieve’s tentacled shot forward to grab his arm, wrestling the knife away.

“We don’t have time for this mister. You’re already starting to change. The genetic material I passed into your body is going to…”

Suddenly, her words were drowned out by three knocks. Remembering Krissie, his intended late night visitor, Freddy quickly turned to face the door. Genevieve released his arm, while Freddy scrambled to fix some of the damage to his condo. Krissie called seductively from the other side and knocked again.

“Oh shit…Krissie,” he blurted out. “Look whatever you are you need to get out of here… Please!” he said.

“I’m…I’m coming Krissie, just give me a minute,” he called out

“Freddy? Is everything alright?” she asked, hearing the commotion caused by her lover’s cleaning efforts.

“I’ll find you again Freddy,” Genevieve warned, upon learning his name. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Freddy turned to respond only to find an empty counter top. The strange caller had vanished just as suddenly as she had come. A confused and foggy Freddy stacked and cleaned the items as best he could then proceeded to the door. As he reached for the handle, he scratched behind his ear only to retrieve a palm full of blood. He had forgotten about the blood trails dripping from both of his ears and the mess it had caused. In a panic, he ran back to the kitchen to grab a towel.

“Freddy, what are you doing,” she asked in a much more worried tone.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Just give me a second, I’m coming!” he replied.”Well, hurry up if you don’t mind…I’ve got a surprise for you!” she beckoned

Using a black kitchen towel, Freddy wiped the blood from his neck and ears, covering any signs of the evening’s prior events. He whisked hastily to the door and glanced back momentarily to see the last of Genevieve’s tentacles disappear as she climbed over the balcony and down the building.

“What the fuck,” he thought to himself as he opened the door. Krissie was standing seductively at the door with both hands on her hips. A black trench coat cloaked the curvy figure underneath. Delicate lace black lingerie completed the tantalizing ensemble. For an instant, her light brown curls and pouty lips entranced Freddy, causing him to momentarily lose his train of thought.

“Took you long enough,” she snickered sarcastically.

The worried look on his face and sweat pouring from his forehead screamed that things were not OK, despite his assurances to her.

“Hey,” she said as she grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. “You sure everything’s OK Freddy?” she asked.

Freddy scanned his apartment and quickly answered. “No, no I’m fine. It’s just…it’s just been a long ass day babe,” he said reassuringly.

She frowned slightly, then rolled her eyes and strolled into his condo.  Freddy closed the door behind her rubbing the back of his head.  He was still extremely confused at what he just experienced, and dealing with Krissie as well was going to be a challenge.  Her beauty was rivaled in ferocity only by her persistence.  Freddy rubbed his neck and tilted his head back completely unaware of the changes taking place beneath the surface.  Even now his very genetic structure was being fundamentally altered.

Krissie turned to face him with a small joint between her teeth, and let her coat drop gently to the floor.  She lit her late-night aphrodesiac, approached alluringly and unhooked her bra.  As she neared the now captivated Freddy and exhaled a thick marijuana cloud, she removed his robe and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take a shower sir…don’t keep me waiting.”

She strolled off sensuously as he stood in the kitchen. He smirked and took a step towards her when he kicked a spoon still on the floor; leftover debris from Genevieve’s visit.  

It wasn’t a fucking dream.  

Those things had really come out of her goddamn back and she really was here just a moment ago.  

Freddy paused for a bit then continued to the bathroom.”What the fuck did she mean about her kind?” he thought to himself. “And what in God’s name did she do to me?”

He picked up the spoon and quickly scratched his back as he looked out onto the patio with worried eyes.

He’d better figure out just what the hell was going on…and figure it out quick.” 

ACT 3 coming soon…



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