Freddie's claws scraped through his victim's shirt and ripped the skin beneath, revealing a bloody gory mess. Jason cried out in pain, "You evil monster! There is no one as cruel as you!" Jason coughed up blood and sighed as his heart began to stop.

Freddie laughed maniacally, "You wish you were a better villain then 'Freddie Krueger!'"

Freddie sat up, shocked. He had fallen asleep again. For the past week he had been having these deranged dreams of someone known as Jason. Was he the newest evil threat? Why was he bothering Freddie? This was all very confusing to him. Freddie wasn't made to dream, he was made to invade other's dreams, and inflict pain and suffering upon innocent people. But this? No. Freddie felt that he needed to get rid of this "Jason," but he wasn't even sure if he existed. No, there was no way he could exist. Freddie's dreams were supposed to be fun for him, not like this.

For the faintest second he thought that this was what it must be like for his victims, but he blocked it from his mind. Freddie Krueger was supposed to do this; it was his job, not this other guy's. He needed answers soon.

Every night for the past week Freddie Krueger had awoken to find that he hadn't injured, tortured, killed, teased, or even scared anyone that night, and these dreams were getting in the way of what he enjoyed most. This whole thing started out of nowhere, and he was left confused, and angry. Why couldn't he just be the predator here? Freddie didn't feel like he was supposed to be the victim. These repetitive thoughts left him unable to anything at all. He just laid there in bed all day, just thinking.

Jason slowly took off his top shirt. Only his white tank top remained. It was hot and stuffy, and Freddie suddenly found it hard to breathe. Then out of nowhere, Jason started to unbuckle his belt, and his pants fell to the ground. "OMG," Freddie thought, 'He wants to have his way with me." Jason started to pull up his hockey mask, and Freddie screamed. This was his first scream in several years.

Freddie awoke with a gasp to find a slight bulge in his nether regions. Geez, that dream was different. It had somehow slightly turned him on. Freddie shook his head fast and quick. No, he wasn't gay, and he wasn't going to start. The commotion in his pants began to die down, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Freddie was going to make it a point to get out and do something today. He gave his groin a little slap, "My, my, you're a bad boy today aren't you?" He pulled up the covers and got out of bed.

Since he knew that he couldn't be seen in public, Freddie grabbed another coat that wasn't recognizable by any of his victims, and removed his hat. He took off his glove and threw it aside and pulled open his dresser drawer. He pulled on some plain black gloves. Next he took out a paper bag and drew a smiley face on it in black sharpie. He gingerly placed it over his burnt face. Perfect.

He opened the door to his balcony, and hopped out onto the soft grass below. Good, nobody had seen him yet. He casually began to walk down Elm Street like any other normal person who lived there. Scratch that, no one who lived there was normal, Freddie had tortured them all. He smiled in spite of himself and began to walk proudly with a skip in his step. He turned the corner and then he saw it, the first person he had seen in real life that he refused to bother even in the slightest.

It was a young girl about 15 or 16 and she seemed depressed. She wore a red baseball cap and had short brown hair. Her pants hung loose at her waist and her shirt was printed with the words, "South Park," with some little cartoon pictures drawn onto it. She was stopped outside of a coffee shop, peering into the window for a while before giving up and turning toward Freddie's direction. He panicked. Freddie hadn't tried to be civil in a long while, and he was afraid he might fuck something up. He began to sweat as he tried to wrap his head around his next course of action. Was he to say hello? Or just walk by in silence. The girl got closer, and she still hadn't noticed him just standing there.

"Hello!" He blurted out.

The girl looked up, and gave him a quizzical look. Then she spoke, "We usually don't have to many homeless people around here. You better just leave now. I've got no drugs and no spare change. And take that stupid bag off your head, you look like a fool."

Freddie's heart skipped a beat. She was talking to him. He hadn't thought about what to say if he ever had tried to "be nice." Even the thought of it sent shivers up his spine. "Um.. For your information, I'm not homeless. And I don't want drugs or your change. I just umm.. I'm lost I guess."

The girl cautiously took a step closer, "Then, what are you doing out in public like this? And why the fuck do you have a paper bag on your head? Did someone call you ugly or something?" She laughed at her stupid joke.

Freddie wasn't amused. "Could you just.. Possibly…. Help me?" the whole innocence of the situation had made him feel quite dirty. He shuddered and gave himself a reassuring hug.

The girl was honestly a little frightened. She had never in all her life seen any person like this. It was so weird. It felt like some scene out of a horror movie or something. But there was something different about this man, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She laid a hand on his shoulder and tried to make him feel a little better. He really seemed distressed.

Then she remembered that she didn't even know who this man was. She took her hand off and backed away. "I'm sorry sir, but I really have to get back home. My mom was expecting me a while ago."

Freddie wasn't about to let this moment slip for all he got. "Do you like scary movies?" He asked.

The girl's eyes widened, "Okay, I'm sorry but you are really starting to scare me." She said as she began to back farther and farther away.

Freddie didn't want her to go, "Please," he pleaded, "don't go. I'm very scared. And honestly I don't think I should be out here during the day." Freddie watched her closely and observed her body. From all his years torturing people he learned to read human body language very well. This girl was worried and scared. Freddie looked over both shoulders to find that the street was desolate. Here goes… Freddie removed the bag from his face, revealing his burned head. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light around him. So much light.

The girl's eyes started to water and she gasped in horror. "Freddie Krueger!"