Authors Note- Well damn it's been a long time. Sorry guys. Besides that, I'm actually proud of this chapter. Its longer and came out pretty decent. Enjoy and please comment!

In a swift and spiteful movement Freddy snatched the hat off of her head and sulked away. A single brown haired boy snuck away from the group without Nancy or anyone else noticing. Freddy was chuckling away as his burned skin smoothed and his form seemed to grow curves. Kris watched in mild fascination as the form of the burned killer changed into the form of a familiar blonde nurse. She shuttered inwardly not knowing that the killer could do such a disturbing trick.

Kris watched with one eyebrow raised as Freddy Krueger worked. She hid in the shadows as Freddy nurse slowly seduced the seemingly very stupid boy. When the adolescent started to unzip the nurses outfit Kris turned her head, not wanting to know what Fred was into.

"Do you like my body, Joey?" The nurse whispered as seductively as she could, as the robe fell down revealing her breast. Kris slapped her hand to her face as she shook her head. She felt as if she was trapped in a very bad porno. The nurse advance on the boy called Joey kissing him. Kris groaned as loudly as she could, so dear old Freddy could hear. He-she brought one hand behind his-her back and flipped Kris the bird. Kris could only shake her head out of defeat but snapped her head back after hearing a very strange snarling.

She was just in time to see the familiar nurse walking back to Kris with a screaming boy tied with what appeared to be tongues above a flaming pit.

"That's how you do it." The nurse whispered with a pleased smile bringing up a now clawed hand and touching the sharp blade to his-her lips. Kris shuddered giving a disgusted sneer at the man-woman.

"Sure thing Fred, if you're in to that kinky shit. I mean, isn't he a bit young for you? I thought you'd be in to the older guys." She threw her arms up defensively as the nurse glared daggers at her as he-she pranced by. "Just saying!" As she turned to follow the nurse as his-hers body began to melt away, revealing the all too familiar burned man. He stopped at the railing leaning over. Kris joined him, watching as Nancy pranced around visibly upset. Mr. Handsome was busy messing with some motion device. As he pulled the little silver ball and let it drop to hit the others, they broke from the strings and began to float away in the air.

"We're here!" Nancy chimed out watching as the silver bubbles floated.

"Nah, shit?" Freddy said sarcastically under his breath as he rolled his eyes leaving Kris to chuckle away at the burned man's sarcasm. Kris turned her head back to the skeptical before her. The young boy in the wheelchair stood suddenly and the doctor turned and gasped in apparent shock while Nancy only smiled.

"In my dreams I can walk!" The kid began with enthusiasm. "and I'm the wizard master!" He yelled as some yellow green sparks flew from his fingers. Kris snorted, shoving her head into her arm to quiet the almost hysterical laughter that was threatening to alert the group of the two killers presences. She turned to the burn man still stifling her chuckles.

"Wizard master?" She began. "What am I, high?" She snorted but stopped when the group mentioned something about being dream warriors. She shook her head to try and control the laughter that was once again to threaten her reserve.

"Dream warriors now? What kind of pansy shit… You win Krueger! You've got me beat. You have to go up against the dream warriors." And with that Kris finally lost it, slapping both hands across her mouth in an effort to quiet herself but failing miserably. Freddy just watched her with one clawed finger tapping his forehead right under the fedora. The crazed woman was laughing so hard that tears were starting to slip from her eyes.

"Finished?" The burned man asked while still leaning his weight upon the rusted metal of the rail. Not trusting herself to speak for fear of losing her new found composure, she simply nodded.

"Why don't you go after something more challenging?" She asked simply looking down at the children before turning her attention back to him. He simply chuckled once before bringing his first finger blade up to his lips in a shushing motion.

"The shows about to start." With that the burned man vanished, leaving nothing but a wisp of smoke as the walls that Nancy and the children were in began to close around them.

It was like watching a train wreck, Kris determined. His victims thought they would actually be able to defeat him. They didn't realize that the sadistic prick was just toying with them. It was actually quite pathetic.

Growing bored, Kris turned and began to walk about the halls in hopes of finding anything that could tell her about her opponent. She highly doubted that the burned man in the fedora would leave anything out that wasn't a prop. This was Freddy's world and he had complete control but it was still fully possible of him to make a mistake. As she turned a corner of many catwalks that tangled around this place like a labyrinth, she was stopped by the sound of feet slapping against the metal. Kris turned, pulling out her dagger.

Nancy stopped the second she felt the familiar sensation of cold metal being pressed against the soft flesh of her jugular. Before her stood a familiar Kris, with her head tilted to the side, her eyes debating whether or not she should gut her.

"Kris, It's me!" Nancy choked out but was only rewarded with the blade being pressed closer to her tense throat.

"How can I be sure?" The woman purred her lips curling into a sadistic leer as the words fell out of her mouth like silk. "I guess I could cut you open to see if you bleed maggots." Kris suggested savoring the words while still flashing her teeth. Nancy gasped unable to say anything as her eyes went wide with panic. Removing her blade quickly, Kris stepped back with her smile quickly fading.

"It's you." She muttered both sounding and looking bored as Nancy still stood with her mouth slightly open.

"How could you tell?" She stammered. Kris shrugged.

"Your eyes. Freddy could never imitate real fear. I doubt he has felt fear in years." She replied as she lazily turned and began an idle pace down the catwalk. Nancy followed her nervously with her eyes before swallowing her fear and matching the insane woman's stride

"You can help…" She began as an almost beg but Kris quickly cut in.

"Nope. Rules of the game darling. Even if it wasn't, I still wouldn't assist you." She answered giving her friend her imitation of a smile. "This is your battle. You have to defeat him." She finished with something dangerous glinting in her eyes.

"So you would stand by and watch these people die?" Nancy said calmly examining Kris with cold uncaring eyes. She responded with a low dark chuckle that echoed around the foreboding catwalk. Stopping suddenly and taking Nancy by surprise, Kris turned her face inches away from hers with bloodlust clearly visible even in such dull light.

"I would and it wouldn't bother me in the least." She hissed. "I like you Nancy, which is rare. You should have kept hidden. Take my advice, darlin'. I hate to say it but this isn't a battle you will be able to win. Walk away from this, keep hidden." Kris said sternly while taking a careful look at the darkness that surrounded them like a thick eerie fog. "I know how this man thinks because my mind works the same way as his. He will never stop and he will never die so do yourself a favor and just walk away." In what appeared to be Nancy clenched her eyes closed and turned her head away for a brief second.

"I can't." She responded but her voice was weak as if she was ill but she still brought her eyes to look into Kris's own with an admirable conviction.

"You will die." Kris stated making it sound like a well known fact.

"I don't care. I have to stop him. I can't hide from him forever and I can't let him do this." Kris looked at the woman with an expression that for once actually looked solemn. "It will be the death of me but I can't leave those children to face him alone. Nobody was there for me so at least let me be there for them." She continued and Kris watched her for a brief moment tilting her head in contemplation.

"You are a good person Nancy." Kris finally said after a few seconds to the brunette. Before her Kris's body began to slowly fade out of the dream world as she returned to the waking world. In no time at all Kris was gone but her final response echoed around Nancy as if they had been carried by the wind. "but you can't save the world." Nancy stood in the haunting darkness that threatened to drown her and she knew that no matter what happened, she wouldn't be walking away from this but she accepted it.

Kris snapped her eyes open and immediately leaped from the bed onto her own feet. The floor chilled her bare flesh but she sprinted to her door testing the small doorknob to find it locked. She cursed under her breath as she pulled out a smaller blade from her person, forcing the lock open easily from experience.

Standing in the hallway, Nancy struggled to keep her jaw from hanging open. Not only did she lose Joey to a Freddy induced coma but here she was losing both her and Neil's job as well. It was certain, there was nothing that could be done. The all too important man in an expensive suit that looked one size to small had spoken. The both of them were fired, most likely not to be accepted by any mental institution. He was about to turn away and storm out of his building when an all too familiar voice spoke.

"Now sir, I would have to object to that. I don't think that's a very good idea." Everyone turned to see Krissie, leaning on the pure white wall right behind them examining her hand as if she had been there the entire time. Pulling her body off the wall with feline grace, she turned to face the man pulling her lips up into a feral grin.

"How did you get out of your room, Krissie?" The woman who ran the hospital said in a stern tone. Kris turned her head to her and gave a low chuckle.

"Now with all due respect ma'am." She began while giving a slight tilt to her head. "Not many doors can hold me. I'm like a cat. I go where ever I please. Now like I was saying." Kris stated while turning back to the man that was beginning to get on her nerves by his narcissistic presence alone.

"Excuse me but I don't see what say you have in this matter." He snarled but she only smiled wickedly back at the piggish man, her eyes narrowing as she eyed him up like prey.

"Now this is a first. You don't know who I am, do you sir?" Krissie said as she crossed the room with a confident stride. The man puffed up hearing the mockery in Kris's tone when she called him sir. "Mr. All high and mighty in his designer suits, tyrant of the insane all to impress his mother who still looks at him like a child. Isn't that right, sir? Trying your very hardest to impress a woman that could care less about a man in a fancy little dress." Everyone, including Nancy and Neil stood awestruck as Kris verbally stabbed the head honcho. He deflated visually as he stepped back. Kris on the other hand, grinned away like a snake.

"Kris!" She turned to see Doc running up as fast as he could, interrupting her from finishing. As he stepped to her side she put up one finger to shush him.

"but you like to feel like you're in control, don't you? You never had control before so now that you have it, it's made you drunk. Drunk with power and you're still the same pathetic boy shushed into the corner because the "grown-ups are talking." She leaned her face in and for a seconded it looked like she was going to kiss him. "Pathetic." She whispered with a smug grin slapped across her face. Stepping back, she thrust her hand out as if to shake his hand. "Krissie Blaine, female serial killer." The woman finished watching as the color drained from the man's face with the recognition of her title.

"The point to this? The older female interjected fury tinting her aged voice. Turning slowly on her heals Kris shot the woman a murderous glare before mimicking a smile.

"The point to this is that despite Nancy's complete and total screw up, she has a good amount of potential. She is a clever doctor." Nancy glared at her as if to say thanks but Kris only gave her a small wink that nobody else noticed.

"It doesn't matter how much potential she has." The director of the institution said his tone less commanding and his stature less inflated. "Nancy Thompson has prescribed a dangerous prescription drug that has inevitably caused a young man to go into a coma!" He snorted but Kris gave a low chuckle shaking her head. The man raised an eyebrow in her direction.

"You think the drug put him into a coma? How very like a man to be so single minded." She finished throwing her head back. From the corner of her eyes she saw both Nancy and Neil shooting her a warning glared to silence her.

"Oh, and you know something that nobody else knows?" He asked sarcasm tainting his voice making her snarl behind her smug grin.

"As a matter of fact I do." Kris said not willing to continuing on. All of them waited but she still refused to say more.

"And?" The director said obviously not amused by the serial killer's games.

"It wasn't the drugs." She continued with the same smug sneer painted across her thin features. His face scrunched up in anger as he tried withholding the fury that was slowly bubbling up.

"If it wasn't the drugs than what was it?" Kris stopped a full toothy smile greeting everyone that dared to look into her eyes. She put up her arms as if caught at gun point watching as Nancy begged her not to say anymore with her eyes. She turned one eye to Nancy and once again winked.

"It was me." The woman snarled and every one gasped including Nancy and Neil but not because she said that she was the one responsible for Joey's sudden coma but rather because she had just lied to save both of their jobs. "I don't like anyone taking credit for something they didn't do." She finished. The older lady walked closer and looked at Krissie as if she was something foreign.

"Why?" She asked and Kris only weakly shrugged her shoulders. "Escort her to the silent room. You're walking on a thin line Krissie. If the boy dies than you will be moved to an institution with more security or a prison." She warned attempting to scare the woman but Kris only gave an irritated snarling laugh.

"No I won't." She hissed. "because the head boss of all the institutions fears me. Why do you think I was ever moved to this little place? Out of sight out of mind." Kris finished as Doc gently escorted her away from the scene. As she moved away she could hear them apologizing to both Nancy and Neil giving them back their jobs. Kris laughed to herself. That was the first unselfish act she had done in ages.

She watched as the padded door was closed behind Doc as he left watching her from the little slit. She could see remorse in his eyes but couldn't understand why. Sliding her back against the padding, Kris let herself fall to the ground with a gentle thud. The sedatives were already taking effect and the room around her was dimming. Beside her, she could feel the gentle pressure of someone sitting to the side of her with their arm resting against hers. Turning her head to the right she could see the apparition of the burned man in a fedora slowly gaining solidity. He grinned wickedly while raising his clawed hand in a mock solute. Kris felt a genuine smile tint her lips as she met the green eyes of the fellow serial killer.

"Well shit." She whispered still grinning. "Guess I won't have to wait this out alone."