Friendly competition

The room seemed to consist of entirely metal, grated catwalks the stood above large furnaces, pipes that lined every and any wall, spurting out puffs of steam every so often and random stairs that seemed to be everywhere you turned, as if mocking you. Krissie clicked her fingernails on one of the few inactive pipes, feeling the vibration of her taps. She rarely tapped her fingers and when she did it usually meant she was in deep thought or irritated but sometimes a combination of both.

Tap…. Now how did she get into this situation? Tap… This certainly wasn't the asylum that she was in just a few moments ago. Tap… More importantly, who was the son of a bitch that was responsible for putting her in shit hole of a place? Tap ….Whoever the bugger was he was going to get a knife embedded deep into his spine or her favorite spot right where the skull connects to the spine. Tap….. That would bring a smile to her lips. Tap … It had been a while since she had been able to have some fun. Tap…. Ever since those damn doctors had been keeping a close eye on her.

She stopped tapping her fingers and huffed out loud. Hopefully when she got out of this place, if any of the police or doctors didn't find her first then she would get to have her little bit of 'fun'. She let the wicked smile taint her expressionless face for a brief moment. It was a predatory glare, a look that would send shivers down any sane human beings spine.

"Now the question is," She began asking into the dark but was interrupted by a low cackling that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in particular at the same time. "Who does that absolutely diabolical chuckle belong to?" She finished turning to find a man standing in just enough light to outline the very hints of what his appearance might be. He wore a scruffy, beat up fedora and a dingy red and green, possibly black striped sweater. It was hard to tell in the low light. She smiled and brought her hand to her hip, tilting her head to the side.

"Are you the man to thank for my sudden found freedom?" Krissie was answered by that same deep gravely chuckling that echoed and spun its way around everything. A furnace to her left lit in a sudden spark of heat. She tilted her head to regard it before turning back the man. That seemed very ominous. He stepped closer, painfully slow to drag out the panic, right hand raised, revealing a glove adorned with very sharp, very evil looking blades on each fingertip. As he walked into the light she could see every deep gnarl in his hideously burned face. He brought his clawed hand to the railing and dragged the blades along the metal causing a very unpleasant screeching noise. Krissie pulled her lips up into a snarl to display her distain at the horrible sound. The man stopped and laughed again obviously enjoying her discomfort to the fullest. She concluded right there and then that this man was going to die by her hand.

"Now what is your name?" She asked hoping to learn the title of the man that she planned on torturing until he screamed for her mercy. It was her habit to memorize her victims name before she killed him. The burned man ceased walking, bringing his hand to the side of his head and flexing his hand, emphasizing his blades before bursting out in laughter again. What was so god damn funny? She took a step closer. They really weren't that far apart. He returned the gesture, moving closer to her.

"The names Freddy Krueger, bitch. Never heard of me?" Krissie smirked, taking the last step to completely eliminate the distance between them pulling the hidden dagger out from the strap of her hospital issued pants and swinging it around, feeling the resistance of the blade entering deep into his back. He grunted in pain and she used the momentum to push her body close to his driving the blade deeper in-between the ribs. Their bodies were touching. She missed the spine but it was her first time killing in two years, she had gotten a tad bit rusty.

"Nope." She purred. "The names Kris, and everyone that knows me, knows I always have a blade on me." She twisted the blade for good measure and leaned into his ear, resting her face on his gnarled cheek. "For the moments the doctors are careless and I get to have a little fun." Freddy laughed like he seemed to enjoy doing and Kris felt the familiar sudden sensation of pain pulsing in her side and the warm trickle of blood as it dripped down her body, staining both her shirt and pants. She eased her head to look down. He had drove his finger knives into the soft spot to her side, any deeper and he would have impaled her kidney. She joined him in his chuckle, looking him in the eye and returning his deviant smirk.

"Well met, Freddy, well met indeed." He ripped the blades out of her side and she gasped, jerking her blade out of his back in return. It was just plain rude to leave it in his back when he had removed his weapon.

"Till next time, bitch." He snidely replied in his smug voice and almost as if he commanded it, the room began to fuzz out of her consciousness as the sound of familiar doctors called her name and shook her body.

"Aw, and I was just starting to have fun." She pouted as the last remnants of the man before her drifted off into nothing.

Kris awoke to the panic voices of one doctor and two nurses. She snarled as her eyes opened to find the familiar white room with the irritating bright light. It was just a dream. She really was still stuck in the loony bin. The person whom Kris really didn't want to see's face shoved itself into her field of vision. It was the damn doctor who was convinced he could fix her homicidal urges, like it was a bad thing.

"Krissie, did you do this to yourself?" She laughed, the imbecile. She turned her head to see her pure white sheets quickly filling with a lovely shade of red. The nurse was putting pressure and bandaging the wound and possibly attempting to stitch it.

"Not to worry, no internal bleeding, just superficial." The nurse called out, tightening the gauze. She almost turned to the nurse and told her of course it was just a flesh wound, Freddy was just playing, kinda like a kitten but thought better of it.

"Doc," She stated calling him by the name she had chosen to call him because she didn't bother to learn his name. Kris only memorizes men's' name that she planned on killing. It was just part of the ritual. "You know I wouldn't do this to myself. You know me. I only do this to men, remember? I like to see men suffer." Kris kept a serene smile as she said this, as if was just common knowledge.

"Kris." He said with that same fake pleasant smile that just screamed that he wanted to be your friend. "Then who did this to you?" She thought this through before answering him but decided that it would be better if she didn't tell him that it was some burned man from her dreams."

"Don't know." She stated calmly as if he had asked her the time and she didn't have a watch. The doctor gave a frown.

"Come on Krissie, you can tell me." She looked him directly in the eye letting her wicked grin fill her face. She knew it freaked everyone out, especially Doc.

"And I would lie to you?" It was her best innocent impersonation and she knew it got on, not only the doctor's nerves but also the nurses. "I don't know but you should see what I did to him." With that she whipped out the blood soaked knife from under the sheets that had been still in her hands the entire time, letting the light reflect off of the dark black blood that was already clotted. In Kris's experience of killing she knew that kind of clotting was only found in an old body. Dear Freddy Krueger didn't seem to be an old body but who knows? She smiled as the doctor and nurses flinched from the knife they knew she had hidden somewhere but wasn't really sure if she did, She brought it to her face and for a split second Doc thought she was going to lick it but she didn't she kept turning it in the light inspecting.

"Interesting." She mumble but when the doctors questioned her on what she meant, she ignored them. It was certainly none of their business that she had made a new and interesting acquaintance. After several attempts at getting knowledge on her attacker they gave up knowing full well that they were going to get nothing form the stubborn woman. The doctor had also taken her knife but that didn't bother her too much, after all she had four more hidden in places where she could obtain them easily.

Kris didn't go back to sleep that night, didn't want to. She was way too excited in her thoughts. She spent the rest of the night looking out of the window, pacing around the room even despite the red ache in her side. In her entire being she could feel that this small town that she was transferred to was hiding a deep dark tantalizing secret for a woman like Kris.

The next morning they found a different patient dead. He was a young adolescent that called himself Kenny. Nobody really knew if his name was really Kenny but nobody dared or rather cared to dispute him on that fact. He was a nice boy as far as Kris was concerned he was a nice enough boy and hadn't warranted her rage or her need to kill him.

It was how they found him that brought a fiendish leer to Kris's face. During the commotion and downright panic she was able to sneak in to see the so named atrocity and couldn't help but feel a slight envy to the killer. The body was slashed in several places but the real grizzly part was that he was gutted like a pig and hung with his own intestines. This new killer had artistry to his kills and for a brief moment Kris felt that old twinge of cold calculating killer surge with in her dormant body. It had been a while since she had felt an urge so strong and who was she to disappoint. Kris new it was about time for her to get back to her old ways, two years had certainly been a long enough rest. She was back and it felt wonderful.

"A serial killer who slaughters you as you sleep, in your only escape from the world." She whispered as she watched them cart the body away. "Brilliant." However was she to best that stroke of genius?

Authors Note/ Yay! First chapter even though I really, really ought to be working on my other fic but Freddy threatened me and you just can't ignore finger knives pressed to your jugular. It's impossible. So do make him happy and tell me what you think of this chapter…. (before he starts making lame jokes) Crap he heard that… got to go!