Reviewers, you rock awesomeness more than you know. This chapter is longer. (Yay!) and personally, I like it, a lot. So enjoy.

Nancy was a pretty little petite thing, with long bark colored hair with one grey curl that seemed to stand predominantly before the rest. Kris eyed her up before smiling genuinely; she had to admit she liked this woman even though she had barely met her.

"You're not a nurse." Kris blatantly said. " you're dress too nice and I have never seen you here. Are you a doctor?" Nancy's lip curved into a smile that showed just how sweet she was.

"Sort of," She responded. "I'm a psychiatrist." Krissie groaned at the thought and rolled her eyes.

"Here to analyze me? I'm not in the mood." She hissed. If there was one thing Kris hated more than doctors it was psychiatrist, the hypocritical bastards. To her surprise, Nancy laughed a soft coo of a sound.

"Even though a woman serial killer is rare, no, I deal with nightmares mostly. I'm just here to introduce myself to the people here." Kris regarded her with her cold calculating glare and was surprised when the Nancy woman stared into her eyes back without so much as a glint of fear. Impressive. Kris lightened her look and grinned while letting out a soft chuckle.

"They let you in hear unaccompanied?" Nancy smile while giving a playful shrug.

"Well, they really don't know I'm in here, especially after you scared the doctor in such a way and plus I'm not really the kind to listen to rules too much. Oh and I figured your kill list consist of mainly men so I figured I'd be safe, well at least safer." Shaking her head with a laugh, Kris nodded out of respect before turning to the window.

"If it's any prize, I won't kill you. You've grown on me and that is a rare thing indeed." She smiled and walked to the window and put her hand on the glass. "Nightmares specialist, huh?" She half muttered to herself. "Kinda like Krueger." She felt Nancy flinch, all of her muscles tensing with the brief mention of that name. Kris gave her lopsided grin and turned on her heal, slowly. Nancy only glared at her.

"Where did you hear that name?" She asked with a seriousness that rivaled that of a statue. She took a step forward tilting her head to the side before answering.

"Who, Freddy? We met briefly." Kris lifted the side of her shirt showing the gauze and grinning. "He called me bitch, I stabbed him, and he stabbed me. It was a happy greeting, cept' he laughed to god damn much." Kris shrugged. "First I thought it was just a dream until I woke up bleeding with my blade coated in a dead man's blood." She smile, Nancy just watched her with a strange emotion that didn't register in Kris's mind.

"You act as if it was nothing. You don't even show any fear?" Kris was confused and must have showed it because Nancy shook her head in disbelief.

"That's just how we do things." She stated still watching Nancy's expression. "I'm encroaching in his territory, so he told me off. It's now my move to see whether I back down, submit to him or if I fight for this hunting ground. We have a rules, sort of. In our own way." Kris shrugged again feeling awkward in trying to explain the rules to somebody who would never understand. She had to give Nancy credit though; she was trying her hardest to understand.

"So what are you going to do?" Krissie walked up placing her hand on Nancy's shoulder smiling as gently as she could, reaching slowly to the back curls of her hair.

"It's complicated. From what I've been able to gather he only goes after an adolescent, that's not my game. I kill men. Men only." She reached her hand and pulled out a bobby pin that was holding up one of the woman's curls, smiling inwardly as she slipped it between her fingers as she removed her hand from Nancy's shoulder. "I'm not going to be submissive to a man." She snarled at the man part. "I'm just going to give him enough reason to give me my space. By the unspoken rules if I give him reason that I belong here just as much as he does, then he has to let me be here." Nancy only looked at the woman with disbelief.

"And Krueger will follow these rules?" Krissie laughed.

"He has been, I'm still alive. That is the only reason for him to come and say hello. I'm twenty four, a little too old for his age range."

"What happens if you don't convince him?" Nancy asked and Kris noted that, that was indeed a very good question. Kris still had to laugh.

"Then my funs over." She replied with a serene smile that for a brief moment brought fear into Nancy's heart. "That's why I want you to tell me everything about him, everything you know. I can tell by that gray curl that you've known him very personally." Nancy flinched and seemed a bit reluctant but did eventually tell her tale. She told Kris how the 'dream demon' had off'ed every one of her friends and her mother before she was able to rid of him. She also stated that she had been taking a dream suppressant called Hypnocil to hide from him. Kris nodded but was interrupted as another doctor, one who she had rarely seen walked into her room.

"Krissie." He said regarding her, she snarled and he flinched. "Nancy, I've been looking for you." She smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ears. Kris snorted, the chick liked the doctor.

"Oh, alright. I'll be there soon, Dr. Gordon." Nancy turned back to Kris smiling hinting that she wanted to go with the doctor. Kris smile.

"That's plenty enough information for me. I want to thank you. I know it must have been hard." Nancy smiled wider and brushed it off.

"Anyway I can help." Kris smiled as she watched the young woman walk out of the room with the doctor before smirking. She pulled the bobby pin out from between her two fingers. She twirled it around.

"All that bullshit for a little info and a hair pin." She sighed as she talked to herself. "I must be getting desperate." She still had to prepare for tonight. How was she ever going to get Freddy's attention. She sat on the small bed in her room and leaned against the wall sighing bringing her hand to her forehead. A thought suddenly dawn on her and she couldn't help but let a proud grin fill her face.

The light was already fading from her window as she lounged under her sheets, slowing her breathing down to gentle, rested breaths. In her hands she held her favorite blade, close to her chest, close to her heart. She was very aware when one of the night guards opened her door and watched her slow even breaths. He sighed and closed the door behind him as he left, locking the door. They always locked her in at night. They rarely locked anyone in. She stood in the complete dark and watched out of the window that was on the door, looking out into the long corridor that was lit by only one light in the distance.

Kris did this for two hours, waiting for most of the staff to leave for the night. Feeling not only the certain confidence before a kill but the actual beat of her heart; she sighed knowing it has been way too long since she had actually felt alive. She pulled the hair pin from her light brown hair and carefully placed it into the lock. She jerked it to the left first, feeling the resistance before shoving it further into the lock. The pin threatened to break and she eased the pressure, twiddling it to the right by the slightest. Kris pulled down, pushing and twisting it; she felt the lock give by the slightest and returned the gesture by pushing up. The lock gave and a small click resounded within the silence of the entire room.

She listened, pressing her ear against the smooth texture of the white door and not hearing anything grasped the doorknob and twisted, slightly. She took a breath and pulled the door, feeling it slide on its hinges with ease. She walked out into the hallway, her bare feet meeting the cold linoleum floor with an unmatched eagerness. Kris crept on her toes dancing along the wall with the grace of a large cat.

She met the second locked door with the same resolve as the last. Her bobby pin didn't survive the onslaught of the door like it did the last. It had served its purpose though, opening the door and only finally admitting defeat when she pulled it out of the lock. She grumble placing it in her pocket and ensuring that there was no residue from the tool. She knew that it was the last locked door that she would face and for that was thankful.

She entered the adolescent hallway with a biding calm of a predator. On the other end was one of the night guards groggily pattering along like the undead. She smirked. What luck it was her favorite guy, Jeremy Welkins. She snarl, jumping to the shadows as he turned, suddenly aware of her presence. He didn't see her; she had the shadows to thank for that, like she often did. He turned and looked into one of the doors in the rooms and licked his lips in a disgusting manor that caused Kris to bite her tongue to control her anger. This kill had to be perfect. Kris had to be calm and cool just like in the old days.

She walked calmly behind him and stopped so close to the point that if was to take a step back, he would run right into her. Kris tilted her head to the side, bringing out her blade and watching as the man breathed. Holding her favored blade with her left hand she brought her right hand up palm flat almost touching the back of his head, his blonde curls almost touching her skin. She brought the blade up, hunter position, tip close to the back of the neck, aiming for the tender spot right where the neck connects to the skull, her favorite spot. He breathed a sigh, reaching out and grabbing the door knob, attempting to open it.

"That Kristen bitch is so fine." Jeremy muttered to no one. Kris snarled but stopped herself. She had waited way to long for this moment, plotting, planning and waiting with impatience rivaled by only a few like herself. Jeremy was known among the patience here for acts so vile that he should have been put down long ago. The woman, all except Kris feared him for acts like this and here he was planning on attacking the adolescent named Kristen while she stayed in her room. After all, who would believe a crazy teenager who was just craving attention?

Letting out a deep cackle that resonated within the walls Jeremy's body tense and she watched as goose bumps violated his skin. She pressed her right hand down, grasping his blonde hair and pulling violently back and at the same time bringing the tip of her blade down. Slight pressure, in an upwards angle, between the vertebrae and into the tender spinal cord. Kris didn't miss, she made sure and the heavy boy met the ground with a thump as a slight trickle of blood soaked his light blue scrubs. His body quivered as it tried to move but found the inability to do so. She kicked him onto his back and he tried to scream. She slapped her hand over his mouth. He could do nothing but glare at her with those petrified, terror filled eyes. He was perfectly paralyzed from the neck down, permanently. She smiled as he tried in vain to scream but her hand prevented that. Bringing her free hand to her lips she shushed him gently, like talking to a child.

"Now, now Jeremy, there's no need for that. No one around here is coming to help you." He whimpered, as she stated that fact as if it was nothing, looking around and trying to move his now useless appendages. She laughed. "I plan to fully enjoy myself. You're going to have to excuse me; it's been a while, I might be a little too eager to try a few new things." She purred. All of Jeremy's fear was displayed clearly in his eyes. She saw his concerned and displayed a feral snarl that was meant to look like a smile but Kris could not fake a smile anymore. She was too far gone.

"W-waa." He manage to choke out through Kris death like vise.

"Oh, don't worry." She reassured him. "Even though you can't move, I guarantee that you will feel everything I do to you." He was crying now and Kris snarled out of rage now. "Pathetic!" She spat kneeing him in the ribs. Jeremy yelped and cringed away from her. "Shall we begin, my little pet?"

Authors Note/ Ohs yeah, that whole territory thing with serial killers is somewhat true. In my physiology book on serial killers, it states along the lines that two killers will not go into another's territory. It's just an unspoken rule. If one killer is dead however, the rules no longer apply. So how does that apply to Freddy, I mean how many times has he died? Is anyone keeping count?