The tempreature in the room was almost unbareably hot.
Persperation dripping down her back, Hannah continued running, her feet slapping painfully against the concrete.
She'd only closed her eyes for half a second and now she'd found herself back in the boiler room.
She didn't need this, not tonight. Jacobs death was enough to deal with, she didn't need to encounter the cause of it.
She pushed the array of hanging chains out of her way, keeping her hands up to sheild her face from the torrents of steam bellowing out of the red hot pipes that ran along the wall.
She spun on her heel as she reached another brick wall blocking her path. Krueger was crafty, she'd give him that.
He changed the lay-out every time, so no one would ever be able to map it out.
A scream erupted from her lips as she collided with someone. She backed away, before realising it wasn't Krueger, but a girl.
"Jesus H. Christ you scared the shit out of me!" Hannah hissed, squinting her eyes to get a better look at her new aquentince. "Hey, aren't you the girl who hangs around with Sean DiSanco? Chey, right?"
"Yeah, you're in my math class. Hannah." Chey replied, folding her arms around her lower stomach. "I'm sorry about Jacob."
A screech interrupted the girls conversation. Hannah's eyes widened. She grabbed Chey's wrist and pulled her down another hallway.
"Come on! We have to go." Hannah panted, unmistakable urgency dripping from her words.
"Why?"
Before Hannah could reply, a hand grabbed her round the waist, breaking her grip on Chey's wrist.
Freddy gave a malicious chuckle running a single blade down Hannah's cheek bone, leaving small droplets of blood in its wake.
"You killed Jacob, you bastard!" Hannah cried out, ignoring the stinging sensation on her face.
"And he squealed like the little piglet he is." Freddy remarked, his tongue slithering across his chapped lips. "And you're going to do the same."
Hannah used her eyes to plead with Chey to help her.
"This isn't real, goddamn it!" Chey stamped her foot as if to prove her point. "This is a fucking dream. This is Sean's fault. Hannah, he is not real!"
Freddy turned his gaze to Chey, as though just noticing her for the first time.
"I'm as real as you are, bitch."
Chey narrowed her eyes in contempt. "You're a figment of the imationation."
Freddy threw Hannah to the side, where she hit the wall and slid down with a groan.
He stalked towards Chey, blades poised.
Chey stood stubbornly, refusing to allow her fear to break the surface of her facade.
"You'll soon find out." Freddy gave his infamous chuckle and brung his blades down towards Chey's face.
Chey backed away just in time, the tips of his blades catching her collar bone.
She gasped in pain, her eyes widened in terror.
Freddy gave a triumphant grin. "Welcome to my world, bitch."
He took another swing at her.
Chey ducked under his claws and ran towards Hannah, who had scrambled to her feet.
"We have to wake up!" Hannah shrieked, grabbed Chey's hand and sprinted down the corriodrs, until she found a pipe that was issuing steam.
"I'm really sorry about this, Chey."
"Sorry about wh-" Chey's sentence was cut of as a scream of pain replaced her words. Hannah had pressed her hand to the pipe, which immediatley expelled a sear of burning pain into her skin.
Chey sat up in bed, her scream dying to a whimper. Her door flew open and her light flicked on as her mother stood in the threshold.
"You alright, hon?"
Chey looked around. She was safe, back in her room. Shakily, she nodded.
"I'm fine, mom. Just a nightmare. I-I'm going right back to sleep."
Relief flooded her mothers face.
"Okay, call me if you need anything." The light was switched back off and her door closed once again.
Chey waited until she hear her mothers footsteps die down, before switching on the small reading lamp upon her bedside.
She could still feel the sweat trickling down her body. Upon closer inspection, she found it was not sweat, but blood that she felt. It had stained her night shirt.
She threw back the covers and padded through to the bathroom.
She grabbed the face aid kit, but dropped it as she winced at the pain in her hand.
Turning over her hand, she discovered a nasty blister, surrounded by an angry red irritation.
"It was real." She breathed, staring at the injury on her hand in disbelief. "He's real."
Making sure Chey was safe from the dream world, Hannah raised her hand, taking a deep breath as she tried to prepare herself for the pain that would soon come. Looking round, she shrieked and moved as Freddy brought down his glove on the spot she had been in seconds before.
"Jacob and Alice aren't here to save you now." Freddy sneered, spreading his blades in a threatening manner. A single tear found its was down Hannah's face, mingling with the blood that was starting to dry.
"You murdered them, you fucker!" Freddy lunged and grabbed Hannah, placing his hands onto her temples.
Memories of Jacob and herself flashed before her eyes. She cried out, begging him to stop, clawing at his face, knocking his fedora off of his head in the process.
Freddy let out a gasp as Hannah pentrated his thoughts.
"No!" He snarled, although it did no good.
Memories of his last murders, his defeat from Alice.
The unborn Jacob taking back his powers.
His own daughter, Katherine, blowing him up with a pipe bomb.
With a grunt, he threw Hannah away from him and advanced once again, standing over her menacingly.
"Naughty little girl. Lookinginto things that don't concern you. And you know what happens to naughty children? They get punished." Flashing his blades once more, raised them above his head, ready to strike.
Hannah glanced around desperatley. Noticing a pipe, she reached out her hand and grabbed it, moaning in pain as the heat burned her flesh.
With a jolt, she sat up in bed, her breathing quick and ragged.
"Maggie Burroughs..She stopped him. " She gasped. She had to tell the others. This may be their chance to kill this fucker.
The dream stalker picked up his hat with his ungloved hand and dusted it off, before placing it back atop his head.
He chuckled, his plan had worked.
She had seen his memory of Katherine. Surely, she and her band of little shits would bring Katherine back, which was just what he wanted.
He had unfinished business with his little girl and he planned to tie up the loose ends. He would use the girl as his pawn, to ensure that things went according to plan, then he would kill the little brats.
Two birds with one stone.