CHAPTER 3

His heart beats frantically in his chest.

Even though he was known as a middle aged man, he was trembling in fear. He looked up to the despicable man from his and his son's past.

Alan Smith, the strict head of a prestigious school, is in painful despair, unable to escape from his unfortunate fate. He knows the reason why this man wanted to destroy him.

Alan had no regrets. He had done what needs to be done, to burn alive this obscene minded gardener for the sake of his son and for the other children as well. The other parents did not hesitate to help him for his immolation to his Krueger. They joined him to make him pay for what the cruel man had done.

Yet, here he is, unexpectedly came back to life in his dream. The principal wished he could wake up. Gravely injured, he did his best to adjust his blurry vision to see the killer. He could tell that Krueger is very angry, but thankfully not at him.

But at the mysterious young man.

He flinched as the psychotic man glanced down at him with leering eyes, giving him a disturbing smile of wickedness. He heard him mutter, "I'll deal with you later, Alan." Without warning, a flicker of red light shone through his vision, and in few seconds, it was replaced with a certain moderate light.

He opened his red, teary eyes, relieved to realize that he's back to the real world. He gazed around his office and there's no sign of Freddy Krueger. Feeling frightened, he fought the urge of going back to sleep and wanted to stand up, but his body is terribly wounded. He gasped as he looked at the rusty barbed wires still dug into his flesh deeply, including his ankle. The insane killer gave him a real torture; is that how he hates him too much?

So the ridiculous rumors of the youth in town here in Springwood are true. The supernatural cause of the deaths of the people especially the children, and the childhood classmates of both Nancy and Quentin are no lies at all. Krueger is the perpetrator. Clearly, the cops failed to catch and arrest the real suspect of Elm Street murders. He must warn the others in the town about the killer's return before it's too late. Now it made sense why his son was so upset about him. The Dream Stalker must've have told him the reason of his vengeance. With his will to live, he used all of his strength to crawl, allowing his blood stained hands to leave marks on his light colored carpet. He groaned in pain due to his injured body, but he ignored it and tried to reach the telephone on his desk.

The young man noticed the entire place of abandoned facility is slowly turning black, leaving him and the Dream Stalker alone in the single light above them. Somehow, the heavy sounds of rotors and the heat of the coming out from the engines had faded away, definitely by Krueger's will. He could make things happened with his mind based on the Dark Slayer's observation.

Oh, how he craved for such power…But he has to be patient.

In the middle of the deathly silence, the harsh clang of Krueger's razors from his gloved hand echoed throughout as he began twirling his charred fingers.

"So…" The killer speaks, not making eye contact with him as he continued to stare at his claws while simply walking towards an empty space. "What is that you really that brings you here?"

"I thought I've made myself clear, Mr. Krueger. It's your power that I need." The young man answered firmly.

The older man grins maliciously and glanced at his opponent. His eyes are covered by his fedora hat but the other could tell he's making an evil glare. "Oh? Then why me?".

"Because you don't deserve to own it. The Underworld told me so."

At first, Krueger tilted his head, scoffed to the young man's words and chortled in mockery.

He repeated, "I don't DESERVE this power? How is that, Albino kid? It was them who gave me this power! The Dream Peeps brought me to life and gave me this job to suck more souls! Whether the victims are innocent or not, as long as they could make me more powerful, it would be PERFECTLY FINE!"

The young man didn't say anything. Instead, he continues to listen to his unnecessary rants. He watched him grabbed a metal pipe from a nearby machine. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but NOTHING will ever kill me!" He lifted the pipe with his hands and fiercely stabs himself in the stomach to prove to the younger man he'll lose. The white haired male finds it ridiculous.

"Well, let's see now…" Krueger raised his gloved hand started to count in his other bare and charred hand. "First, they tried to burn me…" He slices off his thumb. Green blood comes out of it. "They tried burying me…" Then, his index finger. "And the BEST part of it…they even tried HOLY WATER!" And his middle finger. "But I just keep on coming back', because the Dream People promised me that!" Eventually, he slices off his entire hand frame, yet in supernatural cases, his hand and fingers were intact once again, showing off his immortality.

"Then you are satisfied of being controlled in exchange of their power?" Questions the young man in blank expression.

"Ain't that obvious?" Krueger smiled; his decayed ad pointy teeth shows. "At least they made me a GOD!" His entire body suddenly covered in flames, and the pipe, which stuck into his stomach turns into dust.

The young man's reaction was still the same. He shook his head and smirked.

The killer found this annoying, "What're you smirking at, you little asshole?"

"You call yourself a god, when you know you're just a pawn to the Dream Demons' will?" The Dark Slayer glared at him without fear, "The Underworld demands their imprisonment due to their injustice and by offering a power to a man who is unjust and cruel. If they are gone, you're powers will wane…and you will be NOTHING. Everyone in the Elm Streets will realize how pathetic you are after I defeat you…"

This time, the Dream Stalker could feel his intense anger and hatred towards to the unknown young man. How dare he provoke the king of Hell? He gripped his razors in rage. As for the Dark Slyer, he knew what he's attempting to do…He pressed his thumb against sword.

"NOT GONNA HAPPEN, ALBINE KID!" Like a quick flash of light, the killer appears in front of him to strike his face, but he swiftly blocked the attack with his scabbard. Krueger's razors hit against the hard object and it shattered to pieces. "SHIT!" He cursed.

Unexpectedly for him, the Dark Slayer thrust his pointed weapon to his boot to pion him to the ground. When the older man growls, the young man punched his charred face, letting his fedora hat flew off. The white haired male pulled up his sword and turns back to his enemy. He stood behind the killer, waiting something to happen.

Krueger jeered, "HAH! IS that the best you can do?!"

The young man responded, "Don't get cocky…"

The killer's face distorted. He knew there's something wrong and he was surprised to see that his gloved hand sliced off from his forearm. Gradually, his entire body goes next; his feet, then his legs, his upper body, and finally his head. Green blood splashes out from his limbs as they fall apart. "What the fuck…" Krueger was too late to realize he was sliced and diced by white haired man, and asking himself why he didn't see or feel it in the first place.

When he heard the killer's body drops to the ground, he sheathes his blade. He took a few steps to examine the killer's scattered limbs, especially his charred head. The older man's eyes were closed and his mouth agape. He stared down coldly to it.

Krueger's eyes suddenly snapped open, and turn his sliced head to look up to his enemy. He winks at him.

'Just as I thought.'

"Nice try, kid!" Without warning, the charred limbs of the killer go back to life and flew to the young man to attack. The gloved hand aims to his face but he evaded it, and it slashed his shoulder instead. It quiet hurts and bleeds but it didn't bother younger man. The other charred hand of Krueger grabbed his right foot. With this distraction, other parts of the killer's body, including the forearms, his chest, shoulders, and legs caught him. Whilst the young man struggles, he watched Krueger's head floats in the air, and began taunting him. "Aw, you're so cold…Here, let me give you a warm embrace!" The limbs which were around his body started to flow harmful green acid. He growls in pain as the substance instantly burns his coat, starting to make its way to his skin. The young man uses his blade to get rid of the disgusting figures from his body. The Dream Stalker laughed. "Don't think it's finished yet, Albino boy!"

Abruptly, the white haired man heard a loud, rusty sound from above. He glanced up and his eyes see thousands of sharp blades ready to fall off, aiming at him. There's also huge buzz saws suddenly appeared on the artificial ground.

"That's for stabbing my foot earlier." Krueger said, "Now it's my turn!" The killer's head vanished into thin air, and the deadly ceiling falls off, and the buss saws are gaining on him to mutilate him. In advanced speed, he teleported away from the falling trap, slashing off the protruded blades using his Yamato sword out of his way so as the buzz saws. Yet, there are some objects that are unavoidable and he receives minor wounds. He watched the ceiling crashed to the artificial ground with a loud thud.

But it's not over yet.

The Dream Stalker's voice can be heard.

"Ahh…You managed to get out…Impressive."

The young man looked around where his voice coming from, but he's nowhere to be found.

"Let's make a deal, kid. If you're clever enough to get out of this goddamned place, I'll give you what you want…If not, then it's your loss…"

"Is that really a deal…or a threat?"

Krueger chuckled, " Both."

In few seconds, the artificial ground starts to crumble, so does the entire power plant facility. The place is falling apart and the young man must look and think of the way out. It reminds him so much of the Temen-ni-gru , the holy tower he and the treacherous man Arkham resurrected before. He can't remember exactly when he did that, but it didn't matter anymore. He jumps from debris to another debris, avoiding the falling objects as possible and doesn't want to obtain more wounds. He's immortal and cannot easily die, but his wounds cannot heal itself that fast yet. And apart from that, there's no other demon that could give him life orbs to give him extra strength. He needs to save his energy for last.

Author's Notes: It's been a very, very long time since I update this fanfic. I would like to thank my friends who encouraged me to continue my fanfics. It really means a lot to me. I will both update the "Point Nemo" and this one.