The smell of greasy food and freshly waxed floors hit Anne's nostrils as soon as she entered the south side of the mall nearest to food court. Julie smiled and pulled her best friend to their first store, while Anne numbly followed, she was nothing more than a zombie.

Still Anne plastered her face with a fake smile, and pretended that every piece of jewelry she saw, should belong to a queen. Julie bought it perfectly, and ended up shoving most of the jewelry toward the cashier. Most of the time, Anne never really took a look at it, but every time Julie looked away, she picked out the necklaces and put them back, she had no need for anymore.

Throughout the day Anne did actually start to become happy, ever so slowly, a single smile made it's way to her face. She ended up actually trying on clothes and having fun, rather than moping around, pointing to any possible thing that would please Julie.

Her paranoia never shifted, still on red alert. A mall custodian came by with a trash can on wheels, one of the wheels was wobbly and the second he started rolling it, it made an awful screeching noise. Anne jumped the second she heard it and was half tempted to duck into the fountain.

That is until she turned and saw it was only a janitor. Than again, when she heard the scream of a young girl, all she wanted to do was run, but when she turned to get away she heard Julie gasp and let out a playful aw. Anne turned to see a man proposing to his girl friend as she sat by the fountain.

She couldn't take anymore stiff, every single time she came out looking like a freak. She made her terms very clear that Julie would remain safe, or Krueger could find a new killer. She wasn't sure how easily Krueger could find a new bidder, she honestly didn't know much about him.

Finally when it was two hours into the spree, and they still had room for a few more bags, they made their was over to Completely Me. The clothing store Julie worked in, the store was the perfect clothing store for anyone and everyone. Affordable clothes for everyone from Preppy to Goth.

Anne was sorting through jean racks, when something caught her eye. A brown fedora and a red and green sweater, faced away from her on the other side of the store. Was it really him, was she the only who saw him, what was he even doing here?

Anne set the jeans she was holding back on the rack, and slowly took a single step forward. Keeping her eyes locked on him, he was hunched over a stand of what looked like t-shirts, arms folded in so she couldn't see if there was a glove on his hand. His head was tilted up letting the fedora cover his neck, so she couldn't see if he was burned.

She took another step, and her heart pounded in her chest. Another step and she felt like she was having a heart attack. Another step and she thought her head would explode. Another step and she felt her body going completely numb. She reached out her hand and placed it on his shoulder, and he began to spin around.

The man she stared out wasn't badly burned or wearing a glove of knives, he didn't look like Krueger at all. He was about the same height maybe a little taller, and the clothes fooled Anne, but no other distinctions would have convinced her it was Krueger.

"Can I help you?" He asked In a very polite tone with a genuine smile. Anne shook her head, feeling a bit of relief in her chest.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." She stated as she looked away from him, but that wasn't the end of her heart pounding experience. When she looked back at the pile T-shirts they were neatly folded and the one resting on top determined that they were graphic T's.

Her heart started thumping again, she looked at the shirt on top. A man with a burned face covered the T, his head tilted down slightly as his fedora covered half of his left eye, and his hands wrapping around and his knives clearly seen for all. A wicked grin on his face and evil in his eye.

"That shirt, why is it like that?" Anne was in a half shout at the man, and he turned back to look at it. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up the shirt, the one under it wasn't like It at all, in fact it was completely the opposite, a beautiful Cardinal was sitting in a tree while a cat was reaching up at it.

Staring at it for a second than the man looked down at his outfit and chuckled. "That's weird, I don't remember ordering anything like this." He commented as he held it up, he tossed it back onto the stand carelessly, leaving Anne to snatch it up.

As soon as she saw Julie knee deep in the blouses, she rushed forward, grabbing her shoulder. "Julie this is all I want from here." She stated in a hurry, Julie looked at it for a second and back at her best friend utterly confused to as why she'd pick that shirt.

"In this entire store, you want that shirt?" Julie was somewhat disgusted by the shirt and you could tell by her voice, she held it up and gave it a hard look, admiring every bit of it, than nodded her head and handed it back to Anne and with a smile stated,

"It's a pretty cool shirt." the blonde admitted with a defeated look, Anne looked at the shirt again, staring a dead pissed look at Freddy. He winked and let his vicious smile grow a bit, Anne took in a deep breath and tried to stop herself before she ripped the shirt in half. Rather she crumbled it into a ball and clenched it with a tight fist.

She said no more as Julie coaxed her to continue searching through the store just for a bit more. She nodded her head and returned to the jean rack she was glancing at before. She couldn't focus on clothes anymore, everywhere she looked Krueger was watching her, making everything miserable.

Even though the Shirt was the last she saw of him that day, she couldn't help but feel fear that at any second, several knives would plunge into her Best friends stomach. She wasn't sure where her terms stood with Krueger, he was a sick joke and could turn on her any night.

On the way home, Julie heard the familiar sound of her texting ring tone loudly ringing. She pulled the sleek silver phone out of her front pant pocket, and hit the read button. Her hand began to shake, and than her entire arm as her eyes swept of the plain black font in the text.

Anne didn't bother look over and read the text she knew what it was about. "It was Mark last night." Julie announced in a shaky voice as she pushed her phone back into her pocket. Anne remained quiet, unsure of what to say to her friend. It was Anne's fault anyway, it always was her fault.

"I don't want it to be you." Julie was softly crying as she turned to face Anne. She felt so guilty, she was lying and putting her best friend in danger, not to mention murder of 4 people. Krueger was a bastard for making her do this, and the only way to get out of it, was to figure out what she was up against.

Anne put her hands on Julie's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "I swear to god Julie, if someone comes after either of us, I'll personally kick the fucker to hell." Anne held this certain tame in her voice that convinced Julie just enough to stop crying.