A/N: 50 Reviews!

Pretty sweet for a story I thought wasn't gonna catch on. We have lots more where this came from. I would say we're into the second act here to give you an idea.

If you celebrated Cinco de Mayo yesterday, I hope you had a great time.

Now, let us dive right into Chapter #10.

Make sure that you read the end very carefully. It is not a typo. Think having all this supernatural stuff with Freddy is crazy enough? We're about to get even more batshit insane.

Please review and tell me what you thought about this one; I'm nervous because it doesn't exactly change the story's direction but rather expands the world. It might even affect the genre, I don't know.

Just trust me with this.

;-)

David Vega hadn't heard or spoken of Fred Krueger since he was little. He was one of the seven students from Mrs. Ibsen's second grade class that were threatened by the father of Katherine.

He was also one of the few kids that gave a prerecorded statement in chambers with the judge. Had the Springwood Police Department not gimped up the search warrant, it would have been admissible as witness testimony.

After the trial had ended and Krueger walked the streets once more, David's parents moved far away from that town. As far as they could. Once you get to California, you run out of country. Next thing he knew, his family settled in Los Angeles. While the bustling metropolis didn't seem like the ideal place to raise a family, the Vegas have tried the small town thing and look where that ended up.

Here, LA is too big for another Fred Krueger to gain the trust of the neighbors. Here, everyone hides behind their locked doors and windows. It was not a way of living people liked, but it was healthy enough for David's parents.

That was his biggest influence to become a police officer. He wanted to protect other children, like his friends and classmates. Like him.

"Mr. Vega," Jade looked at the father of the girl she loved. "What are we gonna do?"

"Tori needs to wake up," Tracy stated. "Being in a constant slumber like that, it's like leaving the gate wide open with a coyote lurking about."

The three of them step out of their little space and proceed down the corridor.

"Come on," David said, motioning for the sisters to follow him to the elevators. They enter through the metal doors and he presses for the ground floor. "I could go for a coffee."

He didn't even have to ask if Jade wanted some and if this Tracy was indeed blood, she would be a coffee drinker as well.

At the little café in the lobby of the hospital, Tracy and David were seated at a small table while Jade went back up to the hapless kid behind the counter. You don't screw up Jade West's coffee.

It gave those two time to talk for a minute.

"I have to admire you for staying," David said sincerely. "You know, in Springwood."

Tracy raised her brow. "Not much of a choice at all. It's easy when nobody wants you. Once you've turned eighteen, the system doesn't give a shit about you until you decide to join a community college. Or the military. I swear, you know, I saw so many undeserving people get such a sweet deal and they don't appreciate it. Meanwhile, someone else just wants the basics: food, a roof, a family – and they have to make damn sure that you're gonna make a contribution to the greater good. Fuck all that," she sneered.

David was beside himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"It's alright; just a sore subject for me. The important thing, I guess, was it worked out for Jade. She got away. She got to live a normal life."

"That was the other thing," David smiled. "You did everything for your little sister. You didn't know much about her but you were compelled with this sense of duty. You'd be surprised how many parents don't show the compassion you have."

Tracy folded her arms. "Oh, I'm pretty sure that I can." She looked to her left. "They finally get it right?"

David turned to see Jade sit down between them at the little round table.

"Yeah, finally" Jade huffed. "How hard is two sugars, no cream?"

Tracy shook her head. "I swear, these Starbucks hipsters have killed coffee. Every time I go to one of these places it's double mocha lattes, iced cappuccinos, et cetera…where's the fucking coffee?"

"I'll drink to that…" David raised his cup.

Now, fully charged; Jade, Tracy and David went back up to the floor where Tori was still being held. Right when the doors were about to close, Jade swore she saw Mrs. Oliver running frantically through the emergency doors.

"You alright?" Tracy asked Jade.

"I don't know," she said, digging out her phone. "Hey Andre?...No, still at the hospital; I'm not leaving you shou….well listen first…..have you talked to Beck lately?"

The elevator doors opened and Jade charged out, leaving Tracy and David behind.

"Because I just saw his mom run into the emergency entrance. Did something happen?"

Jade fell to the floor, almost hyperventilating. It took a lot for her to hold onto her phone. She could have easily dropped it. She began to sob when her sister and David found her.

"Jade," Tracy quickly went down to her aid.

"What happened?" David asked, crouched down.

"He's dead," she whispered.

"Who Jade?" Tracy asked.

"Beck."

"The boy from the other day?" she asked to clarify.

Jade held onto herself nodding. "Andre said that when he heard ambulances arrived, he rushed right over. Once there, he saw a black bag being loaded into the ambulance."

David and Tracy exchanged looks. He understood that meant dead at the scene. They both also understood that even though Beck was intolerable lately, it didn't change what feelings Jade did have back then. He was still considered a friend in some ways. They don't have to be a saint for their death to be a tragedy. Jade had many firsts with Beck and that's not something you easily forget.

The older sister and the cop hugged Jade, giving her the time she needed until she was able to walk.

Once Jade got to her feet, David and Tracy were helping her with moving. She was still in shock from the news. But the blaring of an alarm sent nurses and orderlies running alongside residents toward where Tori's room was.

"What's going on?" David yelled.

His face went white with horror when he saw Trina clinging to the wall like an insect. She was screaming bloody murder and she kept hiding her face. They watched cuts form on her back and begin to bleed.

"I thought she couldn't move," one nurse commented.

"It's Freddy," Tracy whispered to Jade. "We need to wake her up."

Jade quickly pushed one of the nurses aside and grabbed a needle and jammed it into her foot. Trina let out a terrible shriek and opened her eyes, falling immediately back onto the bed.

She writhed in agony from moving so much as well as falling hard on her injuries.

One doctor looked at Jade and said, "I don't know what the hell you did but that snapped her out of it."

"What happened doctor?" David asked, furious and frightened.

"I honestly don't know, Mr. Vega" He pointed to his daughter. "I've never seen this before. How did she start to bleed like that?"

The cop and the two sisters looked at one another.

David Vega looked out the window. Trina has been asleep, exhausted from her ordeal, but no repeat of before.

"Jade?" David asked.

"Yeah," she responded.

"This is all…insane, isn't it?"

Jade shrugged "Except it's very real."

"My father used to say that sometimes the crazy ideas need to be considered."

"What are you talking about?" Tracy asked.

"What I saw back there, Tracy" he sighed. "I can't deny. It was real. He is real. Somehow."

Tracy took Jade's hand. "It doesn't seem likely that we can kill him, you know."

David nodded. "But maybe…we can get her out."

"How?" Jade raised an eyebrow.

"There's a man I have read about. Lives right here in LA. If there's a man alive who knows more about dreams, it's him."

His eyes widened and he rushed over to the counter where his phone was charging.

"What are you doing now?" Jade asked.

"Doing a little research, maybe call in a favor if I have to; I need to find out his address." David licked his lips. "Shouldn't be too difficult, he was wanted for murder a while back."

Tracy folded her arms. "WHAT?"

David parked in front of a nice-looking house. He checked the address on his scrap of paper and got out of the car. He walked up the stone walkway to the front door and knocked.

He didn't hear anything and tried again.

The door slowly creaked open and a man about his age answered. He looked a little tired. Then again, it was seven in the morning.

"Who are you?" the man asked groggily. "It's morning."

David checked his watch. "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I was just…" he extended his hand. "My name is David Vega. I am an officer for the Los Angeles Police Department."

The man of the house stiffened. Even if he hadn't done his research, David could tell from his posture that this man has dealt with the authorities in the past.

The blond-haired man in the doorway cracked his neck and composed himself. "What can I do for you, Officer Vega?"

"Depends," David cleared his throat. "Are you Dominic Cobb?"

Cobb reluctantly nodded. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes. And I need your help."

The nervous blond looked around the neighborhood outside.

"What is this?" he asked David.

"Maybe we should talk inside."

"Okay, I guess" Cobb stepped aside and opened his door wide.