Okay...so I'm going to try something new. This is really a Nightmare On Elm Street fanfiction. So, this will have scenes with a LOT of gore and blood shed, i will try my best to make it to where you can skip over them and not miss anything to important. I will TRY to make that happen.
So...tell me how you like it please...Without further ado...Meet Scarlett...(AKA: Scar)

Scarlett's pov

I quickly lit a match and throw it onto the dead body of whom I'd just killed. I stared at the rising red and orange flames. Going into a trance like state. I wanted to dance along with the flames. Jump and twirl and twist until it died. Fire, the most beautiful thing I ever did see and witness in my life. It burns, breaks, and kills. Yet for how deadly it is, it is also extremely fragile in a sense. A strong gust of wind can quench the red heat and a pail of frigid ice water can quell the flames anger. I wanted to jump through the flame. Play Russian Roulette with it, and see if I can live.

I snap out of my trance, laugh, turn around, and walk away without a single thought. I turn the corner and tap Kiara on the shoulder to wake her up. I shake her and realize she's stuck in dreamworld. She knew not to go in without me in case something went wrong…after all we were still inexperienced and didn't know what was out there. Cr*p! Cuts started to appear on her arm and they were bleeding. I grabbed her hand and was sucked into dreamworld with her.

I look around and notice she's on the floor crying. Her knife was in her hand. I knocked it out sending it flying into the air and it landed in the wall. "Kiara…why?" Stupid me…thinking she did this to herself like she used to so long ago when we were in the foster care system.

"I love you Scarlett more than anything. Your my sister." It was then that I realized it wasn't her that did this, it was someone else but, who?

"Who did this to you?" I kneeled beside her and more burns and lacerations were covering her here than in the real world.

"I-I picked a fight with C-candyman." Her bright beautiful blue eyes were fading now...her speech was slowing and she was starting to stutter. It was scaring me badly. "He won. I'm sorry. I thought I was stro-" A hooked hand was in her stomach, cutting off what she was saying. before she could finish. Dark red blood trickled out from her lips. She fell forward, her black hair creating a perfect frame for her pale narrow face. As she fell, he was revealed. Her killer. He just took the only person who ever loved me for me. He would die and I would make sure he burned in h*ll!

My gold eyes turned to black with red flecks. My birthmark slightly glowed red. I let the demon take over me.. "Your dead!" I yelled out in fury. I got my first set of scars from that fight. Horrid, white, jagged scars….all they were to me though were reminders of that dreadful night.

I don't know what I did…all I know is that all that's left of him is his hook and his head, and I've kept them since that fateful night. In a room…that you could only get through by a singular hallway that was bolted at the double doors and locked shut with a padlock and chain. The hallway leading to the room is the very definition of macabre, sick and twisted.

The night I truly became a cold blooded killer…

My full name is Scarlett Ariella Grace Hathaway. I prefer Scar though. My real last name is Krueger. Hathaway is my adoptive name. I have long black hair with red streaks going through it. I have tons of tattoos, I have a small diamond nose piercing, a lip ring. I have a ton of belly button piercings too so I always have one in there. I have a skull shaped earring in both ears and my left ear has a dragon wrap around it.

Right now I'm walking around my little school of horrors in the dreamworld. Every corner you turn you look at something terrifying. It's hilarious really to hear the screams of people who come here in their sleep. I made the perfect little school. I sit down on the floor and make an image of Kiara appear. My dear sister. She wasn't really my sister, though she practically was. We met at the age of five in a foster home. I'm still not over her death. I was so set on finding out what made her pick that fight with Candyman. She should've known she wasn't strong enough for f*cks sake! I move her hair from her face and hold her hand.

"Why Kiara?" I feel the unwanted tears roll down my cheek. I make the image disappear and I smirk.

I figured out I had a brother about a month ago…named Freddy. As far as I knew he was also a dream demon and I know exactly where I'm going next. Elm Street…maybe I could find my brother. Maybe I could restore part of that hole that her death left, that wide gaping hole. Maybe just maybe…I could feel alive again.

So, we can tell that Scar has had some major trouble...later on when she finds and talks to Freddy you'll find out most of her past...