"Makers" Fan Fiction
Freddy adjusted his shirt and poured himself another cup of coffee. There would only be a few more moments to pull himself together before Suzanne walked in. He had always fancied her. Since the first moment he sat next to her to the first sentence she spoke to him. There were only several occasions in which Freddy got to see Suzanne and today was one of them.
He knew that she was beautiful, much too pretty for someone as plain as himself, however he always relied on his humor-the one thing no women could resist, to woo her. As long as he could win her over with his witty jokes and quick responses than he hoped that she would be able to get over his crooked teeth and lacking gym body.
As the clock hit nine the auditorium began to really fill up. There were numerous journalists and suits from various establishments and Freddy looked out into the crowd for the one and only important one. There she was fifth row back in a stunning blue blazer. His hands began to sweat with nerves as he dumped his coffee cup in the garbage and filed into the room. He was never sure how Suzanne felt about him. Yes she was much too pretty to like such a fool, but she did always sit by him at conferences, she always acknowledged his jokes and sometimes even giggled.
"Well hello there Suzanne," He said as he approached her row.
"Oh hello Freddy," He moved into the row bumping the seats ahead of him with his tummy. The seat next to her was thankfully empty and he proceeded to plop right down into it. He wanted to engage in conversation with her but his nerves were simply getting the best of him.
"How is the day?" he managed to squeeze out. He couldn't help but to sometimes say things in front of her in the dumbest manner possible. How is the day? What the hell, he thought to himself.
The lights dimmed and Kettlewell came out on stage, ending any opportunity of flirtation. As he began giving his lecture Freddy observed the way Suzanne watched Kettlewell. The way she gazed at him and admired him. She watched his every step, his every word drip from his very lips with awe. Suzanne liked him, and Freddy knew deep down that the way he gazed at Suzanne was the way she gazed at Kettlewell. It was obvious, she couldn't have spelt it out more clearly if she wanted to. Kettelwell was handsome and smart and exponentially successful. She would never look at Freddy that way. She would never be his, and to his sad realization, she would never love him back.
Something turned in Freddy that day-or rather snapped. As he pulled into his garage, he didn't want to go inside and make himself dinner; he didn't want to have to write his report on the meeting about Kodacell and most of all he didn't want to sit home all by himself.
He couldn't believe that he even let himself feel and fall so hard for her. She was evil, he thought to himself. She was always nice and friendly but she never had any intention of liking him. She never had any intention of making a future with him.
He went into the house put his bag on the kitchen table and proceeded to feed Fischer his fish.
"We'll make her understand," Freddy said into the bowl as he dropped in little multicolored flakes of Fischer's food.
That evening he devised a plan. Suzanne would never make him feel so low again. Never again would he make the mistake to fall in love with anyone, but he was now especially determined to make Suzanne pay for it. She would pay for it all.
Freddy would show Suzanne just how bad it felt to be him-what it felt like to be embarrassed and let down. He would make it his very mission to destroy her career and to make her love life inexistent.
He could use all of his resources all of his connections and stalk her until that bitch was ruined. Her career would go to the rats and all her future "lovers" would never get out from under the shadow-always followed by Freddy, always watched and tagged. He wouldn't stop until Suzanne and everyone she loved felt the pain that he felt. He would never forget that night, never forget how broken his heart was and never forget how good the beginning of revenge tasted.