...Dukes turned back to the man and fired. The man flew back and apparently died. The crowd began to boo even louder at Dukes. Several dozen jumped on top of him, all wearing razored gloves, wrestling him to the ground. Dukes roared up and threw them all off, sending them flying everywhere. A bottle struck Dukes in the face. He roared as he wiped the beer off but when he opened his eyes the place was suddenly empty. Silent. No sign of any struggle or death at all. He heard a beautiful female voice behind him.

"Hey, Fred." The voice called.

He turned to see Jean Grey, the girl he had had a crush on, one of his mortal enemies sitting there on a railing, smiling at him, her long legs crossed, dangling. She was dressed in a beautiful red sheath dress with white sparkles, out of place in this environment. The beautiful young woman's long blood red hair draped across half her face. Dukes gulped. Her voice sent shivers down his spine.

"Hey there." Jean said.

"Jean?" Dukes asked.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." She replied.

"What are you doin' here?" Dukes asked.

"I came to see you." Jean replied. "I know you still want me."

"But I thought you were still with that douche bag jock Scott Summers?" Dukes asked. "You were with him at the prom."

"I realize I made a mistake. I should have been there with you. I got rid of him. He's in a ditch now. I've changed, Fred. You've changed. You've lost a ton of weight. Your so hot now. So sexy. So masculine. My body wants yours. I want you... now! Come kiss me." She said as she began to slide one of her dress straps down her shoulder and arm.

"All right."

Dukes began towards her as she presented herself to him.

"Oh Fred, I've dreamed of this moment." Jean said as Dukes grabbed her and started kissing her all over.

"Yea, that's it..." Jean started.

"Never done this before." Dukes said.

"Your doing just fine." Jean returned.

Dukes closed his eyes and then heard a deep raspy chuckle.

"Oh, Pull my hair, Fred!" The new deep raspy voice said.

Dukes opened his eyes and saw a horribly burnt man in a red and green sweater now under him. Freddy Krueger. He felt something in his stomach. Claws from the mans right hand had slashed him across the belly. He backed off and as he did so the fat all began to ooze out. He screamed. Krueger laughed. Dukes succumbed to his injuries and died.

"You were the best I ever had." Freddy said.

As he did so, Dukes body laying in the dirt turned into a bluish-white light and flowed seamlessly at Freddy and seemed to disappear inside him. Freddy moaned as it did so.

"Soulgasm!" He exclaimed.

In Dukes room in the rundown house, a mess of gore and guts was all over the bed and floor. Later that night Todd and Lance returned home, obviously a little more than tipsy, hair messed up, red lipstick smudges on their faces.

"Wooooo, what a party!" Todd exclaimed. "Hey, what's that?"

Todd noticed something leaking from Dukes room. He opened the door all the way and saw it. Todd screamed and then threw up. Lance joined him.

"Oh my..." Lance said and then threw up.

"Do we call the police or the carpet cleaners?" Todd asked.

"No, we get shovels." Lance replied.