Notes: Okay, I know this story was a little … rough, it had some inconstancies, etc … and I apologize for that, most of my stories start out that way until I get into the groove of the story's universe, and all that.

Summary: This is the sequel to book 1, bear with me, it won't be following the movies much at all from here on, I have always wanted to take my own path with this universe, so here we are. Sorry the summary sucks, I have never been much good at them.

Nancy stirred as the first rays of the early spring sun filtered through the windows. She felt so warm, so … safe, she couldn't even remember the last time she had felt like this without taking a slew of meds. Just then, she felt a pair of arms wrap her in a strong embrace.

"Sleep well?" Gordon whispered into her ear.

"First time in … I can't even remember … that I've been able to sleep this well without taking a slew of pills." She replied.

"Well, it seems as though that we have found a cure for your night terrors and pattern nightmares." He said, his breath tickling her ear.

Nancy turned to face him, her expression serious.

"I have this terrible feeling that we haven't seen the last of Freddy Kruger." She said cryptically.

"As long as we have each other, he can't touch us." Gordon replied as he pulled her in close.

"It's not us I am worried about." Nancy said, a troubled look crossed Neil's face, he knew she was thinking about Kristen, and the other kids.

"Do you think Freddy would use Kristen to bring victims to him in order to gain strength again?"

"I wouldn't put it past him. But as long as she keeps taking hypnocil, he shouldn't be able to get to her." Nancy said.

"If she forgets to take it…"

"She'll be putting herself at risk." Nancy finished for him.

In her dorm room at NYU Kristen sat at her computer, studying. She had busted her ass in summer school to get her GPA up, and by some miracle, she had been accepted into one off the top universities in the country.

Suddenly, her computer chimed merrily and her SKYPE window opened, startling her, her face quickly melted into a warm smile when she saw Joey and Kincaid's faces grinning at her.

"Hey, guys!" She said as she closed her book.

"Hey, Kristen, long time, no see! So how's college going?" Kincaid asked, it had been months since they had last spoken … it seemed like forever.

"Great! Three more weeks and if I do as well on my remaining finals, I'll finish the year at the top of my sophomore class!" She said proudly.

"Fuckin' A Kristen!" Kincaid said.

"So, what are you guys up to? How have the oil rigs been treating you, Kincaid?"

"Work's hard but the money's good, just got back last night, got three months off before I have to go back again. Joey here just got his third article published." Kincaid said as he clapped Joey on the back.

"Don't make such a fuss, it's only for the local newspaper!" Joey said bashfully.

"Still, Joey, that's great!" Kristen replied.

The three friends fell into a comfortable silence.

"Okay, out with it, Kristen, I know you well enough to tell when you've got something bothering you. Plus I'm a reporter, I interview people for a living, remember?" Joey said, a smile playing about his mouth.

"Have you guys been dreaming?" She asked cryptically.

Joey and Kincaid shared a confused look for a moment, before remembering that Kristen still took hypnocil, so she couldn't dream.

"Just the usual good ones, it feels badass to have total control of my dreamland again." Kincaid said.

"No … no …. Dreams about … him?" Kristen said hesitantly.

"No, you were the key, and since he can't get to you, he can't get to us. Look, I have to go, I have an early morning tomorrow, remember, Kristen, always take your hypnocil, you can't EVER forget, I don't mean to put it all on you, but our lives, and the lives of countless other kids depend on it." Joey said, his expression was one of earnest.

Kristen offered what she hoped passed as a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I won't, I promise." She said as she cut their connection.

Kincaid's eyes snapped open, it was pitch black, wherever he was, one thing was for sure this was NOT his dreamland, and dread filled his very soul.

He heard distant laughter, the kind that sent a chill down the spine, it seemed to ebb like waves in the ocean.

"Naw … it can't be, we kicked your ass!" He said to himself, his voice cracking with fear.

More laughter.

"Kruger! Show yourself like a man, instead of hiding around in the shadows like some fuckin' pussy!" Kincaid shouted to the darkness.

Freddy suddenly appeared about two feet from him, Kincaid let out a shout and jumped back.

"Awww ... did I scare you?" Freddy said with a chuckle, his hands were casually clasped behind his back. He tapped one bladed finger against another, the sound echoed eerily around the pitch black room they were in.

"It can't be you it … just can't be … we killed you, buried you, and you can't use Kristen anymore!"

Freddy's maniacal laughter echoed around the dream world.

"That's the problem with humans, they are so …. One dimensional." He said as he waved his gloved hand around nonchalantly.

"You should know by now that there is more than one way to skin a cat. I've been honing my game for a long time, bitch, going through your little friend is the easiest way, not the only way." Freddy said as he waggled his razor-gloved finger at Kincaid, who began to back away in fear.

"Ahhhh there it is, smell that? The fear? That's what gives me power. And there is always plenty of fear to go around." He said.

Kincaid tried to run, but Freddy appeared in front of him as soon as he turned around.

"I love it when the little piggies try and run." He said as he grabbed Kincaid by the throat, lifted him right off his feet and jammed his blades to the hilt into Kincaid's chest.

"I … I'll see you in hell." Kincaid sputtered with his dying breath.

Freddy leaned in close to Kincaid's ear.

"Tell em' Freddy sent ya." He growled.

Kristen's eyes snapped open and she was suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread that she couldn't explain. Her phone suddenly rang, causing her to jump.

"H … hello?" She squeaked meekly.

"K … Kristen? It's Kincaid he's … dead." Joey's voice croaked over the phone.