Friday On Elm Street (or How Sheldon Met Penny)

He watched from the trees as the group settled around the campfire. Seven men and women, all laughing and sipping beers. He gave a bored sigh. They were even the usual stereotypes. A nerd with glasses, a perky blonde, a horny guy, a quiet one, a shy brunette, a know-it-all, and the typical jock. On occasion he wished for a challenge. Or just an atypical group. Something to shake up the humdrum life he led. But, such was his lot in life. He was the murderous monster and it was his job to massacre as many teens and young adults as possible before some stupid virgin came along and killed him. Then he would revive next summer to do it all over again.

He waited until the fire had died down to mere embers before stepping out of the forest, machete raised high above his head. He moved forward to decapitate the know-it-all but froze as hot blood splashed across his mask.

He watched in stunned disbelief as four wicked thin blades, dripping blood, flashed in the moonlight. Blood from the jock's ripped out throat was still pumping out everywhere. The know-it-all before him sputtered wildly. "Howy cwap! You muhdered Kuwt, you cwazy bitch!"

The newcomer tilted her fedora back slightly, her green eyes filled with joyful abandon, and grinned viciously. "How sweet, fresh meat."

The hysterical men and women scattered, screaming loudly. The woman licked her lips and sauntered forward. "Are you going to use that blade on me, big boy?"

He pushed his hockey mask up and ripped off the grotesque mask underneath revealing his true face. "This isn't how things are supposed to happen," he said with confusion. "There are rules. We all have our own world, and we aren't supposed to intermingle."

She slid her arms up his chest to his neck, the blades on her right hand clicking rhythmically. "Aren't you tired of playing by the rules?" she asked. "Aren't you bored with the status quo? I just want to have a bit of excitement for once," she purred. "Shake things up a bit."

He looked down into her eyes and slowly smiled. "What's your name?"

"It's Penny Kruger. Yours?"

"Sheldon Voorhees," he replied before capturing her lush lips with his own. Penny pressed against him tight and moaned. Sheldon drew back after several heartbeats. He growled with desire and bloodlust. "Let's hunt."