Disclaimer: I own neither Nightmare on Elm Street or Hellraiser, though I do own the Prophet and all OCs
A small hunched figure stood on the street corner, dressed in rags, his skin greying and peeling away to reveal rotting flesh beneath, teeth bright yellow and clearly sharpened, leering through the night at anyone who came past, yellow eyes furtively searching for the one, the human who could turn the tides of fate.
Mere minutes later she walked by, the dark haired woman in her 30s, walking without haste through the darkened streets, she had seen enough in her life to no longer fear humans, nor anything a human could do to her. Nevertheless she yelped in fear as a cold grey, slimy hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her towards it's owner, the small hunched man giving a toothy smile.
"Kaaaaaathryn" he rasped, his voice soft and whispery, yet terrifying at the same time, his face close to the woman's, though quickly letting her go, Kathryn recoiling in disgust at the sight of the man, who looked more like a walking corpse than a human, dark red blood oozing from his hand where he had gripped her wrist and causing her to give a shiver of disgust.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?!" she demanded angrily, rubbing her wrist quickly as she slid her hand into her purse, fingers wrapping around the mace she always carried with her, her stance clearly defensive and ready to fight if she needed to.
"He was killed by the parents of Elm Street, and he escaped hell. But hell has other plans..." the figure rasped, giving his dark prophecy, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, causing Kathryn to take a step back before turning and running from him, for she knew who had been killed by the parents of Elm Street, she knew who had escaped hell, and she knew only few knew her true name. The raspy voice calling through the darkness after her
"Soon, hell will face it's worst nightmare!"