"Sean, I have a huge, huge, huge favour to ask." Cheryl put her most innocent expression across her face.

"What?" He asked, looking across the table at her. They had agreed to go out for a coffee, bored of sitting in the motel room.

"Well..You know how I have to pick up Callie later?" He nodded. "You see, my gran is visiting, and well, she's rather old fashioned on childrens upbringing." She took a pause. "She believes, that the mother and father should be..Together at very least." Sean raised an eyebrow. "And..Well, I kind of told them that..Jason and I were engaged."

"You..What?" Sean's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"I know, I know. I panicked! It was a stupid decision and I should have told them the truth, but I didn't."

"Why would you- Wait didn't they ask to see your engagement ring?"

She looked down uncomfortably before showing him her hand, an engagment ring adoring her ring finger. "It was my dad's mothers. My parents don't speak to my family here. There was a falling out when I was younger, I was really close to my grandmother, so when she asked, I didn't want her to be disappointed. So when I told her I was pregnant, I said Jason was still with me and then she started pressuring me, so I told her we were engaged. And I failed to mention that..Well, he's with you, and we're not. And I was going to tell her we broke up, but she sounded so happy and then when I got here, I couldn't say anything, because they'd fuss and probably say something to Jason."

Sean raised an eyebrow, half amused. "He has no idea, does he?"

Cheryl shook her head. "I panicked, Sean. I didn't mean..It just slipped out and I couldn't take it back." She glanced up at him. "Are you..Like, really pissed at me?"

"Actually, I find it funny, in a twisted way." He shrugged. "So..What's the favour?"
"Well, my gran kind of wants to meet my fiancé."

"...How's that going to-..Oh. You want him to go along with you and pretend?"

"..Do you think it's crazy?" She asked, blushing.

"Yes." Sean laughed. "You are crazy, though."

"I know. So, Sean, would it be possible to borrow your boyfriend for the day?" She waited anxiously for his reply.

Sean waited for a moment. "Sure. You can borrow my boyfriend."

"Thank you!" Cheryl sighed. "Don't worry, I won't break him."

"I should hope not, because I-" He stopped mid-sentence, bursting into laughter.

"What?"

"Jason's face when you tell him!" He dissolved into laughter once more. Cheryl's smile slipped as Sean gained control of himself.

"He's going to kill me."

Sean nodded, before snorting and losing control once more. "He's..I can picture his face."

"Seaaan." Cheryl gave another angelic look.

"What?" Sean asked, knowing something else was going to be asked of him.

"I know I've already asked a lot, but do you think you could help me convince him? Because, lets face it, he'll listen to you more than me."

Sean sighed exaggeratedly. "I suppose so."

"Thank you, you're the best!"

"Yeah, I know I am." Sean grinned. "Eh, I can't promise Jason will be so willing, though."

Cheryl shrugged. "I'm pretty sure between the two of us we could convince him." She looked at the time and grimmaced. "We'd better do it quick though, 'cause I don't have long until I'm supposed to pick Callie up."

"Well, we'd better get going." Sean said, standing up. She nodded, following suit.

Sammy growled in frustration, laying his head on the desk. Rumours had been flying around school all day about Hayley, Ava, Aleshia and now Greig's death. No one seemed to have a clue as to what had really happened, which in a way, he supposed was a good thing, but now the apparent 'explanations' were ridiculous. Some including the group of friends being a part of a cult, which sacraficed Hayley, following the deaths of the latter three. It was complete and utter madness to even think such ideas, in his opinion.

The school had been searched thoroughly the previous night, proving no snake or any signs of a snake being present - big surprise there. He'd believed Jason when he'd stated there was an extremely low possibility that there was a snake in the school. He seemed to know what he was talking about when he'd told them about Black Mambas.

Sammy heaved a sigh, before looking up once more and copying down the rest of the notes. Everything seemed to be going to shit, again. Why was it every time something started looking up in this damned town, it always went to shit?

He looked over his shoulder when someone tapped him, to find Liam leaned in closer to him so they could talk without disturbing the rest of the class.

"Hey, you know that kid Greig? He didn't kill himself in some sacraficial manner, you know. He was found in a car, they think it was carbon monoxide poisoning. Suicide, you know, over his friends? There's some crazy tales flying around. Don't believe them."

"I wasn't going to." Sammy muttered. "How do you know, anyway?"

"I saw." Liam shuddered. "He lives..Lived.. across from me, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah...Of course he did."
Liam nodded, settling back properly in his seat, the desk had been cutting into his stomach. Sammy turned back around, frowning. Suicide? Really?

"You fuckin' what?"

Cheryl gave a sheepish smile, dipping her head. "Pleaaaase?"

"No. No danger." Jason shook his head.

"Aw, please, Jae! I already asked Sean, he's fine with it." Cheryl pouted.

"Good for Sean! Why doesn't he go and play pretend with you?"

"Because they know who you are. Please, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate."

"..Are you hearing yourself, doll? You lost it up in there or something?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"I know it's a big favour Jae -"

"Favour? You know 'could you get me a drink' is a favour, 'could you pretend that you're getting married to me' is madness. And you." He turned to Sean. "First you're accusing me of sleeping with her, now you're asking me to pretend I'm marrying her? What the fuck?"

"Eh...Think of it as a way to prove you can be trusted?" Sean retorted.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "I'm the one who needs to prove trust?"

Sean opened his mouth and closed it again, turning to Cheryl. "You're on your own."

Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Please, Jae. You owe me!"

"How?"

Cheryl thought back. "..You know, you'd think you'd owe me for something. Okay, fine, I'd owe you, big time. Please!"

"You already owe me for telling Jack to step off."

She growled. "Then I'll owe you even more. Please, please, please."

"Hows it even going to work anyway? You don't have a -" She showed him her hand. "Okay, you have a ring. Wait, where did you get one?"

"It's my grandmothers on my dads side. And it will work, so are you going to help me or not?"

Jason sighed. "Fine."

"Yay! Thank you!" She visably relaxed.

"Hey, wait." Sean cut in. "I have a question."

"What?"

"Where's my invite?" He recoiled at Jason's glare.

"Don't worry, Sean. You can be the bridesman." Cheryl replied, looking at her phone. "We have to go now, though."

"Have fun!" Sean called after them as they left, recieving another glare from Jason.

"Thanks again, Jae. I appreciate it." Cheryl said.

"Aye, aye." Jason shrugged. "Eh, is there anything I should know before this?"

"Like what?" She raised looked up at him.

"I don't know. Before I meet someone Sean knows, it's usually 'don't swear, they're keen on manners' or something along those lines."

"Oh. No, not that I can think of. Just don't let on that this is fake, and we should be fine."

"See you, always getting me into trouble and situations." Jason shook his head.

"..Um, excuse me! It's usually the other way around, you're a trouble-magnet." Cheryl huffed.

"Pfft."

"You are!"

"Excuse me, who's the one who text who the other night to get them out of trouble?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Aye, I thought so."
"...It's backwards in America." Cheryl folded her arms. "Back home, you're the one that's always in trouble, not me. And that one you can't deny."

"Not lately, I haven't."

Cheryl slapped his arm lightly. "Shut up, you git. You always have an answer." He replied with a shrug, silence falling upon them, which Cheryl had to break. Silence made her feel awkward. "I can't wait to see Callie, again. I really missed her, it's bad enough when she's at yours for the weekend."

"Why did you let her go for so long then, you doughnut?"

"Because, how often is she going to get to see my aunt, realistically? And how often will she see me?"

Jason shrugged. "Fair play."

A silence fell over the two, Cheryl chewed her lip in anxiety. Jason had a multitude of comments he could say about that particular trait, but decided to play it safe and keep his mouth shut.

She eventually let up, stopping infront of a house, letting out a shakey sigh. "Okay, we can do this. Just have to relax and stay calm and then -"

"Can we just get it over with?" Jason cut across, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded, raising her hand to knock and paused. "...What if they ask us to kiss?"

"Why the hell would they ask that?"

"I don't know!" She made another attempt. "..What if they want proof?"

"Oh for fuck sake, will you just knock!"

"I was getting to it!" She snapped, fixing her hair and straightening up a little. Another pause. "...But, Jason, seriously, what if they want proof?"

"Give me fuckin' strength." He muttered. "Why would they ask for proof? Proof of what? Callie's proof enough we've been together and still are together as far as they're aware."

She nodded. "Right." She raised her arm once more. "...What if Callie gives us away?"

Jason growled in frustration, leaned forward and tapped the door.

"I can knock on a door by myself, you know." Cheryl huffed, folding her arms.

"Could've fooled me." Jason retorted, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket.

She was about to hit him, when the door was opened, revealing her aunt.

"Hi, Tricia!" Cheryl beamed, turning to her aunt.

"Cheryl, Jason! Come in, come in." Tricia moved aside for them to enter.

"How has Callie been? Has she behaved?" Cheryl asked, closing the door behind them.

"She's been fine. She's had us in stitches most of the time, you've got quite the little madam."

"Takes that off of Cheryl." Jason quipped, side-stepping the slap Cheryl directed at him.

"Excuse me!"

"..You're excused, Cheryl."

"Oh, haha. You're so funny, Jae."

They entered the livingroom, where Callie sat with an elder woman and Cheryl's uncle Brian.

Cheryl greeted her family, introducing her grandmother to Jason, before turning to Callie and bending down for a hug. The child looked up at her mother, before running over to Jason, demanding to be picked up.

Cheryl stood up straight, hands on her hips. "I feed, shelter and carry her, for almost ten months, then go through labour and give birth to her and she still picks him over me. Unbelievable."

"You're going to have no chance when she's older, Cheryl, she's already a daddy's girl." Tricia teased.

"I know!" Cheryl sighed. "I'm so going to be out-numbered and out-voted on everything."

"Don't worry." Brain chimed in. "When you have more, you can get them to side with you."

Jason's smirk fell. "More? As in more kids?"

He nodded. "Well, yeah."

"No way. No more. Ever."

"Why not?" Tricia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Jae didn't actually want kids." Cheryl rolled her eyes. "I don't know why, because he's great with Callie."

"An only child, is a lonely child." Cheryl's grandmother chipped in.

"I was an only child." Jason replied. "I turned out fine."

"Didn't you ever want a brother or sister?" Brian asked.

Jason hesitated. Had he? He couldn't really remember.
Cheryl picked up on his uncomfort. "I don't really think we're ready to think about any more kids right now, anyway. Callie's enough for the time being."

Sammy could feel the annoyance with himself bubbling under the surface, threatening to break through. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, he'd only lay down for a moment. That's all it took though, wasn't it? Now, he was stuck in the bloody boiler room. A place he'd hoped he'd never have to see again in his life. He paced down the desolate hallways, twisting and turning his way further into the maze of corridors. The only sounds were his dull footsteps and the creaks and groans of the pipes, which sounded eerily likes wails, almost as if they were a reminder of all the pain and misery that had occured with-in the walls.

He gritted his teeth, dread heavy in the pit of his stomach. He knew he'd run into Freddy, he just didn't know when, the anticipation was driving him crazy. He'd sworn, after the last encounter, if he never saw the partially cremated sociopath again in his life, it'd be a day too soon.

He blew out a breath of air as a cloud of steam issued from one of the pipe with a his, surrounding him, momentarily blinding him. His face seemed to take on a sheen from the condensed liquid on his skin. He wiped at it impatiently, drying his hand on his jeans. He turned sharply at the sound of movement. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the shadows, whatever had made the noise, was just out his line of sight, cloaked by the darkness.

Gathering his nerves, Sammy continued forward, at a slightly quicker pace. He didn't want to stick around and find out whatever it was that he'd heard. The silence seemed to thicken around him, even the noises of the boiler room seemed to hush, adding to the intensity of his fear. He stopped, trying to even out his breathing. He knew what he was going to be up against, he knew what to expect, well, to some extent, yet he was still trembling.

He jumped as the silence was ripped apart by the shrill screeching of metal upon metal. Sammy gulped, straightening his posture. Freddy was here.

He scanned his surroundings, keeping a keen eye out for Freddy, knowing he liked to appear suddenly. He stopped, spotting the dream-demons shadow on the far wall, and turned, determined to put as much distance as he could between himself and the bladed maniac. He darted down the hallway, only to run right into the arm's of the person he was trying to avoid.

The corners of Freddy's mouth upturned into a maleficent sneer, his grip on Sammy's arms tightening to the extent that there would be bruising. His icy glare piercing into Sammy. "Well, if it isn't the runt of the litter."

Sammy struggled against his captures grasp, trying desperatley to wriggle away from the course fingers that was digging harshly into his flesh.

"You should have just died." Freddy growled, loosening his grip so he could use his glove.

Sammy swung back as Freddy brought his glove down in a slashing motion, the blades ripped his top, catching his stomach. He turned, pulling himself free fully from Freddy's grasp and sprinted in the opposite direction, gritting his teeth. Goddamn those cuts smarted.

Freddy watched as the boy sprinted from him. He knew he should have just killed the troublesome little shit when he'd had his chance, not that he minded the running, there was no where he could run that Freddy couldn't find him. It was, afterall, his rules.

Sammy's mind was racing. He knew he couldn't stay in the dream scape, he had to wake up or things could really turn nasty. But to wake up, either someone had to wake up or he had to hurt himself, and the previous didn't seem to be happening any time soon. On the other hand, he wasn't keen on purposely hurting himself, questions would be asked, and he wasn't exactly sure on which answers to give, eventually people would get suspicious.

Another metalic screech dragged him from his thoughts. He moved to the wall, pressing his leg against one of the lower pipes, hissing as it scorched him, fading from the dream scape.

Sammy's eyes snapped open, his hands immediately feeling around his stomach, his shirt slashed open in four places, crusted with dried blood. He sat up and called for Sean, his brother was the only person who wouldn't think him insane.

"So, have you two set a date?" Cheryl's grandmother asked, eyeing the two infront of her. Tricia and Brian had taken Callie out to the park after dinner, which they had some how persuaded them to stay for.

"A date for what?" Jason replied, confused.

"The wedding." Her grandmother raised her eyebrows.

"No. " Cheryl cut in. "Not yet. It's still pretty soon."

"Well, you'd better decide soon so you can make down payments on locations and such. And then there's dress fittings and such. It's a life-long commitment, you want to make it memorable, Cheryl soon-to-be-Mullen." Her grandmother smiled at her, before going into the kitchen.

Jason sat up straighter, his posture stiffened.

"..Life long commitment? Cheryl Mullen? Nah, nah. Nah."

"Jae, don't freak out. It's not actually going to happen, it's just pretend, right?"

"Right, tr-..What if Sean wants to ..Naaah, nah. No way. I- jesus fuck, nah."

"..You have issues." Cheryl sighed.

"I have issues? Who's idea was this?"

"Shut up." Cheryl sighed once more. " I have to go to the bathroom.."

"..Why you tellin' me? Go to the bathroom!"

Cheryl pulled a face at him, before getting up and leaving, in exchange for her grandmother, who settled herself back down in her seat.

"So, Jason, do you work?"

"Eh, yeah. I DJ."
"..At parties?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, mostly nightclubs and stuff." He shrugged.

"Oh. So, you're working nights then?" He nodded. "I see. Well, I'm going to warn you now, if you're working nights, and can't keep Cheryl...Satisfied, and she finds someone else, you can't blame her. But don't dare think that gives you a right to cheat."

Jason stared for a second. Did this woman really just say what he thought she did. "...Sorry, ...What?"

She nodded. "I mean it."

Jason sat, stunned. What the fuck?

Sammy sat with his arms folded, glaring at his older brother. "Now do you believe me?"

"..I don't get it. I was so fuckin' sure he was gone this time. How did he manage to get back?" Sean shook his head, a small frown upon his face.

"Beats me. The main thing is, I was right, he is back. And now he can kill again. So what do we do?"

Sean looked up. "We? What do you mean 'we'? You're not going to do anything. You know what happened last time, you reckon you're going to get to do anything after that? Think again."

"I'm as much a part of this as you are!"

"No, you're not. You're going to stay out of it."

"Funny, because I'm the one dreaming of him, aren't I? So, how do I stay uninvolved?"

Sean paused. Now, there was a problem. "..You have to stay awake."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed that." Sammy rolled his eyes. "I'm serious though, Sean."

"So am I. You're not getting involved anymore than you already are. No way am I letting you be hospitalised all over again, because of Freddy fuckin' Krueger. Again, you know what happened the last time."

Sammy scowled."You got hospitalised because of him too, you know."

"That was different."

"How was it different?"

"Because I said so." Sean snapped. "You're not getting involved. End of discussion."

"Then what's going to happen?" Sammy raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to handle it?"

"I..I'm going to talk to Jason when he gets back, see what he thinks. He's usually the one with the plan."

"..Like blowing up the power plant?"

Sean nodded. "Like blowing up the power plant... Or getting Krueger's glove...Maybe I shouldn't leave the plans to him."

"You think?" Sammy raised an eyebrow.

"..Well, still. I'm going to wait and talk to him. See what he thinks."

Sammy shrugged before nodding. "Your call."

Sean left the room, his thoughts racing. If Freddy was back, would they really be able to face him again? And why wasn't he or Jason having dreams?

It was a couple of hours wait before Jason returned from Cheryl's aunts. Sean got up and met him in the hallway. "Jase, we need to talk."

"Well this can't be good." Jason muttered, following Sean into Sammy's room.

Sean turned to his brother. "Show him."

Sammy sat up and revealed the four cuts running across his stomach. "Guess where I got them?"

Jason looked between the two. "Shit."

"What'd you reckon?" Sean asked, watching the other boy closely.

Jason shook his head. "Fucked if I know. 'Sake man. Can't do fuck all if the cunts not in our dreams, can we?"

"..Then what do I do?" Sammy asked.

"I already told you, you do nothing. You stay awake." Sean answered.

"I can't stay awake forever." Sammy snapped back. "Fuckin' hell, I'm going to fall asleep eventually, aren't I?"

Sean fell silent, glowering. He knew that, but he didn't want his younger brother facing the dream demon. It never ended well, he knew that from the past twice.

"You're going to need hypnocil."

Sammy looked up at Jason, confused. "Hypno-what?"

"It's a dream suppresant. It's a pill, take it before you go to sleep, and you're sound."

"Well we'll get some of that."

"One problem." Sean cut in. "It's an experimental drug, you can't just go out and buy it, or even be prescribed it. So how do you suppose that's going to work?" He stared at Jason a moment before clicking. "No. You're not getting mixed up in that shit, again."

"What?" Jason started. "It's not like I'm doing it. And I do-"

"Nah. I know exactly what kind of people you talk to to get that shit, Jason. You're not going back near them. I think you've forgotten you told me how you got ahold of the last batch."

"What?" Sammy asked confused.

"He wants to talk to drug dealers." Sean glared, turning back to Jason. "And it's not happening. If you get caught, you're fucked. Or what if it sparks old habits? No chance."

"Nice to know I'm trusted, Sean. You think I'm stupid enough to get caught? I reckon you forgot I've done this kind of shit for years, without being lifted."

"You're not going, Jason. End of."

"Then what the fuck do you suggest?" Jason snapped.

"I don't fuckin' know! All I know is, you're not getting involved." He gestured to Sammy, before turning back to Jason. "And you're not going near any dealers. Got it?"

Jason scowled."Fuckin' watch who you're talkin' to Sean. I'm not your fuckin' brother, so don't try your shit, right?"

Sammy watched from the side lines as the two older boys glared at each other from across the room, readying himself if something was break out.

"My shit, yeah? So, trying to keep you safe, is my shit, is it, Jase?"

"No, the fuckin' commands are your shit. Don't try and tell me what to do, my own fuckin' mother couldn't do it, so don't you try it."

"Fine. Do what you want, get yourself arrested, see if I care." Sean felt his temper rising with each second. "Don't come crying to me when you're in cuffs."

"No worries there, you're the last person I'd go to, trust."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot, you'd rather run to Cheryl, wouldn't you?"

"Are you fuckin' serious?" Jason looked almost outraged. "You're really going to start this shit up again?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Fuck sake!"

"Well, I'm not wrong, am I?" Sean's voice was rising with his temper. "Anything goes wrong, and you go to her. Don't bother talking to your boyfriend, though."

"Sounds awful familiar does it not?" Jason shot back. "Not that when you're fuckin' accusing me of all sorts of shit, is it?"

"That's fuckin' different!"

"Is it fuck different, Sean. You know what, since you reckon I go to her about everything, maybe I should go to her about this then, eh?"

Sean growled, clenching his fists. "Go on then, fuck off! Don't bother coming back either, 'cause you're fuckin' dumped."

Both Sammy and Jason's faces fell.

"..I'm dumped? Seriously?" His voice had lowered back to usual levels.

"Yeah, seriously. Get to fuck."

Jason stood for a couple of seconds, before shaking his head. "Fine." He turned, leaving the room, the front door closing a few moments later.

Sammy looked up at Sean, dumb struck. He wanted to question Sean, possibly even yell at him, but he couldn't find the words, and it probably wasn't wise, considering his foul mood. He blamed Freddy entirely for this, for putting strain on them.

Sean moved from his spot, slamming his fist against the wall, 'causing Sammy to jump.

"Sean, what the hell did you do that for?"

"He can piss right off. Don't fuckin' need him." Sean retorted, turning from the wall. "Nothing but trouble, anyway."

"You sound just like nan." Sammy muttered, leaving his elder sibling standing alone in the room.

Sean waited until he'd calmed down quite a bit before finding Sammy once more. "Eh, I'm sorry 'bout earlier."

Sammy shrugged. "Didn't do anything to me, Sean. You're going to regret what you did, eventually."

"..Yeah, I...May sort of..already do regret it."

Sammy looked up at Sean, an eyebrow raised. "Then why'd you do it?"

"I don't know. The words wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop talking."

"So you broke up with your boyfriend, because you couldn't stop talking?"

"...That sounds mad, doesn't it?"

Sammy nodded. "Just slightly, Sean. You need to do some damage control and fast if you want to fix this, you know, 'cause I don't think Jason's the type to stay alone for long, do you?"

Sean's face fell. "He wouldn't. Would he?" Sammy raised his eyebrows. "..He would. Fuck." Sean got to his feet, heading for the front door, before back tracking. "...I have no idea where he is."

"..Well he said he was going to Cheryl, right?"

Sean's face fell. The last time they'd fought and Jason went there, he'd ended up sleeping with her. "Right. Well, I need to move fast. Bye."

He left his younger brother in the livingroom, running out into the street. He reached the motel in record time, banging on the door, waiting impatiently. What seemed like an eternity later, it finally opened.

"Cheryl, I need to talk to Jason." The words were out his mouth before she'd fully opened the door.

She rubbed at her eyes. "..You woke me up to tell me you have to talk to Jason? What the fuck, Sean? You know, this could have waited 'til tomorrow, right?"

"..You were asleep? Really?"

She nodded. "Uh, yeah?"

"So, Jason's..Not with you?"

"If he was, do you think I'd be having this conversation with you?"

Sean sighed. "Well, where would he go?"

"I don't know, I thought he was with you. Didn't he get back?" She moved aside, inviting him in, closing the door behind him.

"No, he did. But I..Kind of told him to get to fuck. So he did."

She raised an eyebrow, sitting down. "Why?"

"..Because I may have accidently..dumped him."

"..How can you accidently dump someone?"

"Well, I got pissed..And I couldn't shut up, and I ..Well, I gave him an order -"

Cheryl gave him a look. "You gave him an order? Are you stupid?" Sean gave her a look. "..Hey, you're the one who made the mistake, not me."

"As I was saying, I gave him an order, and as you already stated, he didn't like that. We argued and I told him he was dumped and to get to fuck. So he did. And I didn't mean it, so I came looking for him, and I thought he'd be here, and he's not. So now, I'm stumped."

Cheryl ran a hand through her hair. "Okay. Right. Have you tried calling him?"

"..Do you really think he's going to answer his phone to me?"

"He might." Sean looked down. "..You're not going to call him, are you?" He shook his head. "Why?"

"He'll hang up on me. Hey, you could call him, though! He'd talk to you."

"Do I have to?"

"Please? I did you a favour today."

She sighed, before leaving the room to use the phone, returning a few minutes later. "He's at Springwood Inn."

"Well, at least I know where to head now. Thanks Cheryl. Do you think you could do me one last favour?"

"What?"

"Come with me? At least that way if he kills me, there will be a witness."

Cheryl gave him an unamused look. "Not funny."

Jason kicked debris out his path, scowling at his surroundings. The place was a mess, obvious fire damage coated the crumbling walls, a few shards of glass remaining in what was once windows, the grounded coated in rubble, ash and glass. It was clearly the power plant, after he'd gotten through with it. There was no breeze, so why was the rubble still moving? His head snapped up to look at the metal walk ways above his head, he was sure he'd just heard footsteps. Another movement, just out his line of vision caught his attention, followed by loud banging.

He sat up, holding his head. He must have crashed. That half bottle of vodka didn't seem like such a good idea now. The banging noise continued. It took him a couple of seconds to register that someone was knocking on the door. He got up and trudged to the door, flinging it open. Fuck checking who it was, it was to cold to piss about with that. His expression soured a little at the sight of Sean standing in the door way.

"Something I can help you with? Or are you here to piss me off even more?"

Sean winced a little at his tone. "I came to talk to you."

"Really?" Sean nodded.

"Well isn't that great. You know what, though? I don't want to talk to you. Funny that, eh?"

"Then just listen." Sean persisted.

"I would, but I don't really want to do that either."

"Jase, look I know I hurt you-"
"Hurt me?" Jason scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, bruv. I'm mostly pissed because you woke me up to answer the door, when I'm freezin' cold. So if you don't mind?"

Sean put his foot in the doorway, stopping Jason from closing it. "I'm not leaving until you hear me out."

Jason shrugged. "Stand there all night then, Sean. I couldn't care less."

Sean growled. "Can't you just stop being awkward for two bloody minutes, for once in your life and just listen to me?"

"I'd rather chew broken glass."

Sean stepped into the room fully, slamming the door closed behind him. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Yeah, because that is a clever question to which you have no clue of the answer."

"Well, I'm trying to sort it, but you're being a cunt, as usual."

"Aye, I'll be the cunt then."

"Well you fuckin' are." Sean stepped forward, his temper was rising, again.

Jason narrowed his eyes a little. "Don't fuckin' step to me, Sean. I swear down."

"Or what? You'll kick my arse?" Sean knew this would be a good time to shut up, he could see Jason tense, knew he was pushing his luck. "Go on then, Jase."

"And you're callin' me the cunt? Bit hypocritical, don't you reckon? Do yourself a favour and piss on off, Sean."

Sean found his fist connecting with Jason's jaw, sending Jason to the floor. The anger that had been bubbling away so much seconds ago had drained away. He dropped to the floor on his knees. Jason sat up, wiping at the blood that had pooled at the corner of his mouth where his lip had burst.

"Aw fuck, Jase, I didn't mean that, I swear. I don't know what come over me." He cupped the side of the other boys face. "Shit, you're bleeding."

Jason knocked Sean's hand away roughly, breaking out the momentary daze he'd been in. "I'll call that payback for when I smacked you one when we were eighteen. But, you ever go for it again, I'll break your neck."

"I really didn't mean to, honestly. I just.." He trailed off as Jason's got to his feet.

"Do you reckon you've done enough so that you can leave now?"

Sean got to his feet slowly. "..I-..I'm sorry, Jase."

"Sound, piss off now."

"No, it's not 'sound'. I shouldn't have punched you. I shouldn't have dumped you. I took my anger out on you, and I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry. I honestly just came here to try and talk to you, to let you know I actually didn't mean it when I said I was finishing with you. I love you, I don't want it to end, I don't want to finish with you. I was being a twat, again. As per usual." He watched Jason through-out his speech, who had stood in silence. He waited a minute or so. The silence was killing him. "...Say something Jase. Anything."

"Like what? What am I supposed to say, Sean?" A small bubble of blood made him wipe at his mouth again.

"Anything." Sean repeated.

"..I don't get you. One minute, you accuse me of cheating on you with Cheryl, then you tell me to pretend to be getting married to her, then you get pissed off that I spend time with her, flip out and end things. Then you come and find me, smack me in the face, then apologise and say you don't want things to end? You reckon that's normal?"

"No, it isn't normal. It's just..Everything's stressing me out and then this fuckin' Freddy shit pops up again and things just seem to get fifty times worse. I mean, I know, I asked you to go with her today, but it kept playing on my mind when you were gone, it just...You have history with her, you two have a kid and you went to her last time. It just got to me. I really do love you, Jason and I just kept thinking you'd go off with her, for some reason and then it'd be partially my own fault, because I pushed you into it. I don't think I could cope if you left me for someone else. It..I got paranoid, and then Sammy woke up with those scratches and it made it worse, so when you came back, I seen it fit to take it out on you, for some reason. And I shouldn't have."

Jason sighed. "I can't win with you, can I? I was your boyfriend, Sean. Not your punch bag. I'm not something to take your frustrations out on. Aye, talk to me or something , but don't expect me to sit back and allow you to vent everything out on me, 'cause it's definitely not for happening."

"I know that. I know I'm in the wrong. Just, give me another chance, Jason. It won't happen again, I swear. Just one more chance."

Jason hesitated. He was still pretty annoyed, to say the least, but did he really want to throw their relationship out the window? He still loved Sean, there wasn't any question about that, but was he really going to stick around to be messed about all the time? It was this town. Here, they'd fought more than they'd ever fought of the duration of staying in Scotland. It was crazy. He sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, Sean."

Sean looked up. "Really?"

Jason nodded. "Aye. Swear though, you need to stop being a twat. You know that fuckin' up is my gig."

Sean snorted. "True that."

Freddy thrust his blades upwards, carving through the bloody turmoil that was now the remains of a teenager. He dropped the bloodied carcass, watching as it twitched for a further few seconds, before becoming forever still. He heaved a contented sigh as the soul was absorbed into his being, licking around his lips at the blood splatters. He loved a messy kill, the more blood shed, the better. And the deceased had put up a valiant struggle, making their soul all the more satisfying. The teens of Springwood were once more playing straight into his clutches. They were spreading word of his previous victims, sharing their nightmares, giving him access to the gateways of their dreams and the adults were none the wiser. It would be a matter of time before he was strong enough to enter anyones dreams, and do whatever the hell he pelased. That included making Katherine pay for her past mistakes. Daughter or not, no one wrong Fred Krueger, and went unpunished.