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Prologue

Four years ago, a young woman wearing a black hooded cloak, and about twenty years of age with amazing psychic powers arrived in a town in the Midwest. Not long afterwards, she met someone whom she knew she was going to be enemies with. Her enemy is the local supernatural terror of dreams. For an extensive amount of time, she had protected some of his targets from becoming victims. In this time, she also promised him an official fight of power in the future. She was careful during that period of time to not let him see all of her abilities; she wanted as much element of surprise as she could spare. Despite her interferences, she and her enemy both knew that he could use her knowledge and connection to him to keep his memory, and subsequently, his power alive, as she had something of a reputation for sharing knowledge and wisdom about him to people who wanted or needed to know some things about him.

Upon his next defeat, she was sucked into a town-wide cover up in order to supernaturally contain her enemy. Due to her connection to him, she was ordered to confinement in a psychiatric hospital outside of town, in an isolation cell where she couldn't spread her enemy to others.

She went into a state of psychic hibernation, in which she surrounds herself in a bubble of psychic energy while she meditates in a kind of physical hibernation. While her mind remains active, though at low levels, her body is frozen in time. She has hibernated until the next time her enemy became active, and her abilities could be used to protect others once more.

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"Make them remember me, Jason! Make them remember what fear tastes like!!" a woman's shrewlike voice rang through the world of dreams and fantasies. The words reached the mind of a young psychic in an isolated cell in a psychiatric hospital.

"I've been away from my children for far too long," a dark man's voice sounded in her mind. Her eyes opened in an instant, revealing her eyes still glowing with a bright turquoise light. The spherical turquoise light around her faded to a glow along her outline, and she hovered back down until her hindquarters and crossed legs were firmly settled onto the floor of her cell. The turquoise glow around her outline then faded as well.

She began to get up onto her feet, and her gut instinct was telling her that her enemy would soon figure out that her mind has awoken. It's been four years since she took any Hypnocil, the dream suppressant pill valued very much in that psychiatric hospital, for it blocked her enemy from entering the minds of his targets. Using the dream suppressant powers of the Hypnocil, controlled by her psychic powers, she had managed to keep her mind at the lowest level of activity while creating a barrier to her mind that has lasted for four years.

She stood erect now, looking around to remind herself where she was, and why. Then she suddenly felt a familiar sensation, a mix of a headache coming on, and the feeling her mind was about to zone out from awareness. The sensation took her over, and her eyes began to glow again, only this time, it was just her irises. She began seeing images racing before her: a large dark-skinned figure in tattered clothes slowly walking past a street sign- the figure wore a hockey goalie mask, and holding in one hand a large machete; then a young police trooper telling the police chief at a crime scene, "It's gotta be him, right? It's gotta be Freddy Krueger"; then a man with a horribly burned face peering into the face of a teenage boy, who tells the man, "I won't do it," to which the man replies, "I'll have to pass that message myself, won't I?"; finally, another teenage boy with long hair, talking in a man's dark voice, "These are my children, Jason. Go back where you belong!" and with that, plunging two large syringe needles filled with red liquid into the neck of the figure wearing a goalie mask. The images stopped just as quickly as they came, but she still had a headache as more information and details flooded into her brain. The headache soon subsided, as well as the glowing in her irises.

While she was regaining her awareness of the present, she heard a voice at the door of her cell. It was one of the physicians, one of the ones put in charge of keeping an eye on her as long as she was in the hospital. He was also the one that was assigned to give her Hypnocil.

"Well, look who's finally awakened," he said sarcastically.

"Yes. You do know what it might mean if I'm coming out of hibernation, don't you?" she inquired.

"Sure, sure, we know. You've told us you claim to be 'The One Who Denies Him Kills,' but you don't have to worry about him. We've been keeping him contained, and we will continue to do so."

"I'm not so sure Springwood is safe anymore," she replied worryingly, thinking over her vision's images and her psychic powers of knowing the present (called claircognizance), as well as visions she had in the past about this time she has awoken in. She knew exactly what her enemy was planning.

"Well, now that you're awake again, as long as you don't go blabbing to the town, especially the teens, there won't be a problem."

Just as he said that, another doctor came rushing down the hall.

"You're not gonna believe this. The police chief just called us about a killing out of nowhere, and you're not gonna believe where it happened. 1428 Elm Street. "

The psychic's physician looked at her. He had a shocked and fearful look on his face. Then his expression changed to an attempt at relieving his nerves by denying the chances of the worst.

"The police will take care of it. You just stay in there, and nothing will get out of hand. It's probably not even him," he ordered, and then he left. The psychic watched the two walk back up the hall, then turned her head back inward.

"Yeah right," she scoffed. She stepped to the middle of the cell, and started focusing psychic energy. She pictured her destination, and with a pulse of psychic energy, she disappeared, travelling at the speed of light toward the first location where she'd be of assistance to the new group of teenage targets of her enemy.