Author's Notes: I'm not really a fan of Freddy Krueger, but because of his malevolent nature, I want to put him into a situation where he was target by another villain character who has a lust for power. So guys, I hope you enjoy.

Fear…

It is an emotion by threatening evil or impending pain, accompanied by a desire to avoid or escape. It is a kind of feeling of uneasiness about a thing; solicitude accompanied with dread.

-Webster's Dictionary and Thesaurus

Fear is the power of dark souls against their innocent prey. Murder, Rape, Theft and other sins are their twisted passion.

These dark souls who were once humans, doesn't know the meaning of love and happiness. As the result, most of them never suffered in guilt and remorse. Due to their unforgivable sins, some were abandoned by their own family, some were punished to death and some were left alone in darkness.

It is widely believed that the souls of the dark ones were being thrown down to the deepest world of the Universe, known as the Underworld, where guardians hungrily awaits for their arrival to give them gruesome punishments they deserve.

However... some souls miraculously cheated Death and they willingly came back to Earth. Multiple times, they died…and multiple times, they brought back to life…to destroy again.

All of them had their own exact purposes: to seek revenge.

One dark soul, for instance…was Freddy Krueger.

He successfully returned to Earth, not as a human, but as a powerful, vengeful spirit.

His sins were far too evil, far too unforgivable. Yet for unknown reasons, he is never put to any severe trials of the Underworld, and grants him freedom.

He, who was once a power plant worker and a decent-looking groundskeeper, now turned into a servant of the rebellious creatures of the Underworld known as the "Dream Demons". He was an unstoppable, insane killer, bound with shackles of hatred and vengeance, which blinded him for many years. He no longer understands the true meaning of pity and remorse, for he was misunderstood a long time ago. Hell fire does not bother him anymore, for it gave him absolute delight. His disfigured appearance made him infamous among his victims.

He is a dream stalker, with a glove of rusty, razor sharp claws. He had a fleshy skin which was completely scarred and burned, with leering eyes which presents dangerous evil. His head covered by his dark fedora hat, and he wears a decent colored sweater in stripes which represents his playful hatred towards his victims. Whilst he disturbingly enjoys his victims' deaths, the killer absorbs their souls, giving him more strength and power of creating his own world of nightmares.

Many victims of his past witnessed his pleasure of his torture, and they pleadingly want him to stop.

But he never did, resulting to their doom.

There were some brave people who fought against him to stop his madness, but no matter what happens in the end, he always comes back…

Frederick Charles Krueger endlessly wants to suffer random people…Nothing will cease his cruelty and darkness.

Not unless…there is someone who was powerful as him…

CHAPTER 1

It was a cold night in the middle of the streets somewhere in a place of a Western civilization. A figure strolls brusquely through an empty road with his long blade. Even though, it's little dark, he didn't fail to step perfectly on the cracked concrete grounds. Since it was already midnight, most of the people were now asleep in their own homes, leaving the streets completely quiet. Only the sound of the howling wind, the rustling leaves of the trees and the thud of his boots he could only hear. It was the perfect time for this mysterious young man to appear to attain his goal...

Later, he stopped from his tracks and examined a sign post which reads:

"Elm Streets"

He continued to walk again, this time he is investigating around. He used his senses to track any signs of trouble within the homes, but it seemed nothing is happening yet.

He never thought that searching for this murderous "dream stalker" was difficult as this. But his determination of attaining such great power convinces him not to give up. He learned about this killer from the wandering spirits back in the Underworld, about horrible stories of a man who has the power to kill people in their dreams. He then, learned about the whereabouts of the man from different kinds of people here on Earth from an urban myth, about a "child murderer" who returned to life and began his killing spree. News spread throughout the place when people, most were about particular adolescents, were brutally died in their sleep without any specific evidence of their true cause of deaths. This could only mean that the identical culprit is the "dream stalker", whom he wanted to meet desperately.

He must find him as soon as possible. He did not really care much about the safety of the people, nor does the murderer wants to kill them. What matters him the most is that he should find the killer and stop him before more souls were being absorbed by the demon and be more powerful, and he cannot allow that to happen.

...

...ARGHHHH!

CRASH!

…

All of the sudden, he heard a girl's scream from a nearby house. Then it came up with a crashing noise, as if it was a shattered glass.

In a flash, he proceeds to the house and entered through an open doorway.

…

His blank expression never changed as he saw a distraught girl screaming in horror, though no one was there apart from him and her. He doesn't understand why she was crying. For now he could only do is to stare at her.

She is mourning, as if she had lost someone who died.

The young man observed around; he noticed there was a shattered mirror on the floor. Broken glasses scattered around her, which could cut her off, since she was sitting down. Silently, he walked towards her, knowing that the girl was not yet aware of his presence.

…CLACK…

Alerted when she heard someone beside her, the girl hastily turned her head around and saw the young man watching her. He looked down, spotted a piece of glass under his boot. She quickly stood up and backed away from him, obviously frightened.

"Who….who are you…?" She spoke in a fearful voice. Her body is trembling.

"For this time…" He replied, "It does not matter who I am. I want an answer."

The girl frowned in confusion. She did not expect that some stranger would show up in the time of her despair and sorrow. She looked at him from head to toe:

A young man around nineteen to twenty three years old. His appearance is very peculiar.

His hair is silvery white which were swept back. He has light blue eyes, milky white skin, and he wears an attire of long dark blue coat with snake like patterns on it. Underneath his coat was a thick, pitch black armor. His lower body had black trousers and bulky, brown boots. The most noticeable part, was he's wielding a sword, which was similar to Japanese, but he doesn't look Asian.

She had never seen him before, but what is into her mind is, 'What does he doing here?'

"I see you took long minutes to stare at me. Stop it." The young man said with cold expression, making the girl bowed her head in shame. "Where is the Dream Stalker?" He then asked.

"Dream Stalker?" The girl squeaked.

"Yes…the Dream Stalker…" His eyes seem dead serious and intimidating, which made the girl more nervous. "The one who only exists in dreams…armed with razors on his hand?"

The girl's eyes widened and her heart rate increases. She knew whom he was talking about.

"Freddy Krueger?"

"Freddy Krueger…" He looked up in the ceiling frigidly, almost thinking, "So that's his name…Where he is then?"

"He…he was…" She shuddered to the floor and began sobbing. "I took him out of his world and killed him with my own hands but..."

Her tears dropped from her cheeks. "…But he's back again….! That fucker killed my friends and now my mother! I…I...!" At the end of her word, she had gone sobbing harder.

Yet, the young man wasn't concern to the girl. He just stands there, watching the miserable girl weeping over for her lost loved ones. Abruptly, he realized that he is wasting time right now and his patience is about to lose. Feeling irritated, he finally spoke, "Instead of crying there like a little child…" He approached her and pulled the girl up by her shoulders roughly, forcing her to stand and stared at her. "Why don't you just tell me where he appeared?"

"He….he appeared…in that mirror…" Her shaking finger pointed at the broken mirror on the floor. He let her go, showing annoyance and disappointment. "You foolish girl! You broke the portal to the dream world."

This is the last straw for the girl. She became angry at him, fed up of his cold and apathetic behavior. "He killed my friends and family!" She yelled, "Don't you just fucking understand? Who are you anyway?"

The young man did not answer. Still in a blank expression.

"Listen, if you just want to watch me cry like a baby to annoy me, and then you don't give a fuck about me then GET OUT!"

"So be it." He turned away, "Besides, I could no longer bear your misery, and it makes me sick."

Therefore, he decided to leave. Yet he stopped from his tracks when he heard the girl's voice.

"Wait!" She reached out. "Don't go…please…I..."

The young man turned his head upon his left shoulder but he never turned around. "I thought you said you want me to leave."

"Look…I was really scared right now and I don't know what to do..." She was stuttering and he could tell she's getting weak, physically and mentally.

"Why are you after him?"

"Does it really concern you?" He answered coldly and was about to go, but was stopped again, for another time.

"Just tell me, please!" She pleaded. He could feel her anxiety within her. "You wanted to find him. But he only exists in-"

"Dreams...I know..." The young man said simply.

The girl frowned, "You know him...What do you want from him, then? Who are you, really?"

Ignoring her questions, he proceeded to the door to go out of the house, but she followed him. "PLEASE, TELL ME!"

When she was about to touch his shoulder, he quickly turned to face her and grabs her fragile wrist. The girl winced in pain, but still warned him, "He'll only kill you! How will you stop him?!"

"I'm not a human like you!"

"...What?" The girl's eyes widened.

He shove off her wrist and gave her a stern look. He decided to finish off their "meaningless chat" by telling her the reason, but not all of it.

"This…'Freddy Krueger' didn't deserve to have such great power. I have to take it away from him whether he likes it or not…then I will send him back to Hell."

"H-How will you do that?" The girl asked.

"I will confront him in the Dream World. It was the only way to have a connection to him…Besides…" He then, turned back at the girl, walking away. "A half-demon like myself has the possibility to turn him down."

The girl brow furrowed. She could not believe what this strange young man has said.

After their conversation, they heard the police's siren outside; someone must have heard the girl's screams and called the police.

"I should leave." He said formally.

She didn't say anything, and sees a pair of police cars in front of the house. "I'm Nancy." She introduced. "Nancy Holbrook…What abou-…."

However, when she turned around where the young man stands, she was shocked to realize he was not there anymore, as if he vanished into thin air.

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