Running.

I don't know how long I've been running, but it felt like hours. I had passed that boiler before, and coming up to it again...it blew hot steam in my face. A pained groan left my lips as I placed both hands on my face thinking that the pressure would ease the pain. I blindly stumbled backwards, hitting my back against another hot boiler, and hissing in pain as I could feel my skin get burnt.

A wicked cackle from behind made me forget about my burns momentarily as I squealed and started running again. As I neared a corner, the shadow of a man appeared in front of me. My shoes skid as I stopped and turned the opposite direction. Running towards another corner, the shadow appeared once again again. No matter where I turned, all I met with was corners after corners, which ended up reflecting the distorted image of a man on them. Like hell I'll run anywhere near that.

To my (not) surprise I came across the shadow, though now he seemed to be more defined. One hand looked like it ended in razor blades and...nope nope nope! Swiftly turning on my heal, I failed to realize something was in front of me and smacked right into it. I stumbled back, my eyes slowly trailing up to see that I hadn't run into an object but a man. To my horror, he was just as distorted as his shadows appeared, but now I could make out the details of his horribly burnt face and malicious looking features. Those burnt lips of his twisted into an ugly sly smile as he dug each end of his bladed fingers into the pockets of skin on his face.

"Weren't you ever taught not to stare, darling?" The pet name sounded venomous leaving his lips, and the fact that something oozed out of his face after poking it was enough to send into a shock of adrenaline. Time to get away again!

Tripping over my feet, I turned to start running again. My lungs were burning for the need of oxygen, the stuffy environment only made it worse, and I could feel myself start to slow down out of exhaustion. This was only a dream right? It might be a pretty damn realistic feeling dream, but I'd come out alive, yeah?

...Yeah...

Not long after, the man seemed to tire of this little cat and mouse game we were playing and put an end to it by appearing in front of me once more. I scrambled to turn, to duck, to do anything to get away. It was all futile. A yelp of pain and a weird gargle had me grasping my stomach. It didn't register in my mind until I looked down to see that those blades were shoved into my abdomen. Brutally, he sharply twisted his hand to the side and ripped his fingers out. I kept swallowing for air, my mouth opening in silent screams as I fell to my knees to clutch the wound. Mockingly, he used a foot to kick me over as I continued to hold my stomach, my chest rising and falling in what looked like a spasm during hiccups, but instead, an attempt to stay alive, to stay breathing.

The corner of my eyes stung, and my mouth opened in a harsh sounding sob. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Yet...Standing there with a satisfied smirk and shaking a reprimanding finger at me as if this was just another game was the burnt man.

"It's not polite to run away from people. It's fuckin' rude."

Slowly, my eyes looked up at him, and I wanted to scream at him. Yell at him. Tell this stranger how much I hated him. Yet the excitement in his eyes silenced me. He was enjoying this. His eyes seemed to be focused on one part and as I looked down, I could see he was focused on the blood seeping through my fingers and dropping onto the grated floor.

The speed in which he moved to my side was so fast, I didn't have enough time to react as his knifed fingers pierced the skin on my face, and were dragged agonizingly slowly down my throat, chest, and stomach. He, however, suddenly stopped just below my belly button. His face twisted into a scowl, growling as he angrily shoved his hand into my stomach once more.

"WHY. CAN'T. YOU. EVER. STAY. ASLEEP?!" His hand was wretched out and he began to fervently swipe at me as I struggled with gut wrenching screams. Soon, I wasn't able to feel the pain, which of course, I attributed to...I don't know, maybe my death? My eyes began to slip shut, and I fell back against the floor. A muffled voice was heard screaming about 'Being too damn weak.' 'Fucking teens and their dumb ass sleeping schedules.'.

...What?

...What the hell did he mean by that?

I'M REWRITING THE CHAPTERS. Damn...I can't believe anyone liked this story...guys...I sucked...

It'll take some time but I'm hoping to fix up all the current chapters and then start updating whenever I can! (Of course that's a bit of a stretch considering it's been almost three years since I've updated. And I'm a uni student now so scheduling shit my dudes) I can't wait to get back into this story and revise it!

Until next chapter:)

Disclaimer: I don't own NOES, Friday the 13th, Halloween, or anything other than my OCs.