A/N: So, this is my second attempt at a fanfiction. Although yes, this is a Nightmare On Elm Street based story, I'd also like to take other routes on this story, but don't worry, I won't leave Freddy out to much. He's still the foundation of this.

He sat up, covered in a cold sweat, looking around for the source of whatever had woken him up.

"Sean DiSanco, I'm not going to tell you again, get up! You'll be late for school!" His mothers voice sounded from downstairs.

"Cazzo." Sean muttered, looking at the time.

"I heard that Sean! I told you about the swearing, even if it is in Italian!" He smiled a little, holding back a laugh and got out of bed and pulled on his usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt. He looked in the mirror bending slightly, to check his appearance. At the height of 6'4, Sean towered over most well built reflection stared back at him with light brown eyes and matching brown,short, wavy hair. His skin was naturally tanned from his Italian heritage. Satisfied with how he looked, Sean made his way down stairs, trying to recall his dream. Ever since the move from his mothers hometown of Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Springwood, he had been having strange dreams, but he could never fully recall what happened in them, all he knew was, they had a creepy atmosphere. Plopping himself down at the table, he grabbed a piece of toast before his brother could put his hands on it.

"Hey! You knew I was going to take that." Sammy complained.

Sean took a bite and chewed. "Still want it ?" He asked, sticking out his tongue. Sammy made a disgusted sound as Sean smirked.

"Sean! Do you have to be so disgusting? Why not set your brother an example for once? Thirteen is an impressionable age." His mother scolded.

"Mam, he's not three. He can make decisions and look after himself. Just because he's in a wheelchair, doesn't mean he needs to be sheltered from every little thing. Besides, I just taught him a very valuable life lesson."

"Which was what?"

"You snooze, you lose." Sean said, standing up as his mother opened her mouth to protest. "I have to go, it was you who was making a fuss about me being late. I'll see you later."

pursed her lips, but nodded, bidding her son a farewell as he closed the front door behind him.

"Hey, you're late." A voice from the garden said. There stood a girl slim girl of around 5'7. Her dark brown hair was cut into a choppy style, resting at her shoulders, her green eyes outlined with make-up.

"Sorry, Cheyenne. I slept in." Sean said, walking out the gate as she followed.

"You slept in again? " Chey asked, linking arms with Sean. They had become fast friends pretty quickly and were now almost inseparable. Sean nodded.
"I haven't been sleeping to well, lately. I'm having nightmares, but I don't remember them very clearly." He added, seeing her mouth open to ask the question.

"Well, maybe if you stopped watching so many horror movies, you'd be fine."

"You sound like my mam." Sean said, laughing.

Chey giggled.

"Well, it's true."

"I can handle a couple of horror flicks. I'm 18, not 8."

Chey pulled a face at him as they turned into the gates of Springwood High.

"Man, I gotta ace that test today," Sean shouted over the bell, " My mam'll kill me if I don't."

Chey smiled slightly and lead the way into their first class.

The bell signaling lunch clanged through out the school, followed by the scraping of chairs and chatter of students. Waiting for Chey at there usual meeting place, by the lockers, Sean suppressed a yawn. A thud from across the hall attracted his attention.

"How's your mom, Jacob? Is she still prattling on about dreams and how she is a 'dream master'? Still working in the diner? Or has she finally realised her true calling and headed for the streets?" The voice of Kane Mitche sneered. Sean shook his head. Jacob Johnson was a known target for James and his league of idiots. He felt sorry for Jacob, but no one dared stood up to Kane, especially with the fact that he wasn't afraid to carry a knife, being common knowledge around the school.

"Oi. Leave off that lad, you twat." A strongly accented voice called.

Sean, and many others looked around to see who dared challenge Kane. The small crowd (that was now rapidly growing in number) parted, revealing a good-looking boy, who was a little shorter than Sean, standing at around 6'2, however, his shoulders were broader, giving him an almost menacing look. He had brown hair, that was gelled and his nose looked as though it had been broken more than a few times, however it suited him. His dark blue eyes glared with hatred, directed at Kane.

"What did you say to me?" Kane challenged, hand still at Jacob's throat.

"You gone deaf, pal? I said to leave off."

"Or what?" Letting go of Jacob, Kane stepped forward, taking his intimidating stance in front of the boy. "What you going to do then, tough guy? Don't you know who I am?"

"I don't actually give a fuck about who you are, pal, but to me, you seem like the biggest cunt I've ever laid eyes upon. Does that sound about right?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Kane spat.

"Well, I may be wrong, but I think that I'm Jason Mullen."

The crowd tittered at the obvious sarcasm. Sean watched Jason with interest. The guy certainly had guts, and he wasn't exactly sore on the eyes, which was a definite bonus.

"Oh, you're the new kid, huh? I should teach you your place." Kane shoved Jason in the chest, and smirked as he staggered back and fell. Gritting his teeth, Jason swiped under Kane's feet and regaind his posture. Grabbing the front of Kane's shirt, Jason dragged him into a standing position and slammed him against the wall.

"My place, aye? I'll tell you something now, you, cunt, are in no position to show me, my place. Do. We. .Other?" Jason punctuated his last sentence by slamming Kane against the wall after each word. Kane nodded vigerously and was immediatley dropped. Getting to his feet, he grabbed the switch blade from his pocket and lunged at Jason, when he'd turned his back. Sensing his attack, Jason dodged to the side and grabbed Kane's armed wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon. Placing a foot over the blade, Jason threw Kane to the floor and aimed a few dozen kicks at his side, before pulling him into a standing position once again and delivered punches to where ever he thought would be most effective. The crowd that had gathered stood in awe, not making much noise, so as not to attract a teacher, they were enjoying this too much. Once satisfied he's inflicted enough damage, Jason dropped Kane to the floor.

"Ever try to pull a fucking knife on me again and I'll see to it that you're eating your balls for lunch. Yagetme?" He growled. Whimpering, Kane gave a slight nod. Snorting in disgust, Jason spat at the bully and walked away, pushing his way through the crowd as though what he'd just done, was a daily event in his life.

"HOLY SHIT! DID YOU SEE THAT!" Chey exclaimed. Sean jumped, not even realising she had been at his side. He nodded.

"Yeah, I seen that." They made their way down the hall into the cafeteria as the crowd dispersed.

"We should so go and talk to that Jason guy. Seriously."

Sean's stomach gave an involuntary flip.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Chey."

"Why not?"
"I..Just...Well didn't you see what he did to Kane?"

"So? He asked for it! Look, if he tells us to get lost, we will, but I still say we should give it a shot."

"I don't know."

Chey looked at Sean hard, before her eyed widened.

"Sean, you have a crush on the new boy, don't you?"
"What! No." Sean cursed himself for telling Chey that he was bisexual. Why, oh why, did he have to tell her, and why the fuck did she always know who he liked?

"Yeah you do, it's so obvious."
"It's not obvious, because I don't have a crush on him, I don't even know him." Sean tried to defend himself.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing?" Chey grinned.

"What? Shit! I'm not! Am I? Fuck, Chey am I?" Sean clapped his hands to his face.

"Well you're sure as hell drawing attention to yourself doing that, . Now come on! I want to speak to that guy, before everyone else crowds him."

Knowing when he was beat, Sean gave in and followed Chey to the corner where Jason was sat, inspecting his now swollen knuckles.

"Hi!" Chey chirrped, drawing up a chair. Jason looked up, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Eh, hullo."

"I'm Chey and this, is Sean."

"Jason." He said, with a slight nod of acknowledgement. Sean, feeling the fool standing, sat beside Chey, cursing her in his mind. He looked at Jason from the corner of his eye, observing his features now he was closer. His right eyebrow bore a small scar, while a few freckles dotted over his nose. Sean hoped to hell he wasn't blushing now.

"We seen what you did to Kane." Chey continued.

"Oh aye?"

"...What about your eye?"

"Aye is another word for yes. He means like, "Oh yeah?" kind of thing." Sean said. "We say it in Ireland, but you're not Irish?"

"Scottish. Glaswegian to be precise."
"Explains your awesome accent!" Chey said. "Look, if you ever need someone to show you around or anything, you can just ask me, or Sean for help, okay?"

Jason frowned slightly, as though confused at her words, but nodded. "Yeah, alright."

"You can sit with us, if you want to." Chey continued with a slight flourish. " We don't mind, do we Sean?" Sean shook his head.

Jason gave a slight snort of laughter.

"I was under the impression that you both were already sitting with me."

Both Chey and Sean laughed as the conversation between the trio became less tense.

Somewhere, deep in the bowels of hell, an entity stirred, as though awakening from a sleep. Four sharp razors scraped along a metal pipe, making a bone-chilling squeal.

A cackle bounced through the room, as a rough voice sounded,

"I've been away from my children, for far too long."

A/N: Okay, so I know Freddy was hardly in that, but I had to introduce the characters, right? Reviews would be highly appreciated, no flames though, please.