You ever notice how Freddy's claws seem kinda dirty in the movies... and yet; on all the posters and T-shirt and stuff like that; they're so clean they shine? What, did Freddy suddenly decide to buy OxiClean for the photo shoot? And then get them dirty and rusted all over again for the next sequel? It makes you wonder...

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At midnight, when the other girls came into to go to sleep, Ginny was still sitting up in bed... still thinking.

She looked to the door as Sapphire opened it... without a word, she stood up off her bed and scurried around with them to get ready for sleep... throwing on a white short skirted silk night gown and then flopping down in her bottom bunk...

Mrs. Dana had finally taken the blood-stained mattress out... when TJ had asked her what she was going to do with it, Dana had simply answered "I take care of it..."

Starring up at the whole in the bed with her heavy gray sleeping bag unzipped and thrown over her; Ginny remained awake... she felt she feared sleep, now... after the previous episode with the Night Stalker... the way he had looked at her, though... it was just... in his eyes... it was like... he feared her... all of the sudden.

Like "the hunter becomes the hunted" or something...

So she couldn't sleep, not that night, anyway... would she ever sleep again? Well, that was a stupid question... because as the clock dawned 7:00a.m... her eye lids proved too heavy and then shut... for only a rest... but minutes later, she would be deep in sleep.

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Ginny's gray marble eyes opened, slowly.

The sun had caught in one of the windows and reflected off the full-body mirror to shine straight in her eyes... it burned, stinging, and she threw herself to face the wall so that the painful light would only touch her hair.

A candy blue streak feel over her eyes but she made no attempt to brush it away... minutes later, after she had sunk into consciousness, she began to wonder all types of things... and, eventually, decided to brave the bright light to find out what time it was.

She flopped around; the bright green numbers of the clock burned into her brain and she jumped up, out of bed, as fast as she could and crawl a crossed the floor on all fours to the dresser.

Shit, shit, I slept in! It's 3:15! I'm going to be late! Kris is going to kill me! Bad things will happen!!

She scurried through her clothes, all packed tight into the one drawer, until she finally decided on and pulled out a green Swee' Pea tank top and black bondage Capri's with pink stitch and straps, and threw them on, quickly... once again; she stole a pair of Saphy's sneakers, not caring weather or not she yelled at her for it, ran a brush through her hair uber quick, and then dashed from the room as fast as her little self could take her.

She practically threw herself down the stairs, taking them two or three at a time, and at the bottom she flew to the door and began thumbling with the lock to get it opened.

TJ and Saphy entered the room from the kitchen, both stopped and watched with wide eyes at Ginny's hurry

"Hey, Ginny, what's the rush?" Saphy finally spoke.

"Gotta go," Ginny answered quickly, finally getting the door open, and then fled outside before they could ask her anymore stupid questions.

Outside; Kris was already waiting for her.

"You're late." He spoke, softly, as she walked up to him.

"Well, I had a rough night." Ginny grunted.

Kris's manner changed entirely. "Krueger... did he... did he hurt you?"

"No," Ginny answered, and then was shocked at the quality of angsty "duh" in her voice... like it was obvious the serial murderer who hasn't even been stopped by his own death wouldn't even try to hurt her. "I mean, um... let's just talk about when we get... where ever we're going."

Kris watched her a moment longer (as she store forward coldly) then, finally, shrugged it off and did the same (minus the "coldly" part).

They walked the rest of the way in silence...

... Until Ginny began to pass the building but Kris proceeded in; walking right up to it. She stopped and allowed her solid gray gaze to trace up it. Dark, gloomy, stained by smoke from a fire... she'd never seen the outside of it before; but she knew what it was right away.

"C'mon!" Kris called.

Ginny's mouth fell open but no sound came out for a long time, she just stood there... shaking her head. "No... no... Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"What?" Kris looked innocent.

"Bringing me here," Ginny barked, suddenly, her entire manner changing.

"No, Ginny, it's the perfect place–"

"The perfect place for what? Getting killed?!"

"Gins," Kris took a step towards her. "No body has been in this building ever since it happened... they're all scared... too scared... they don't want to do anything to trip the wire... but the wire has already been tripped! So, you see, no bad can come of it... and Freddy can only attack us in our dreams."

"But he can watch us in our lives!" Ginny shot back.

"It's still safe... the perfect place to talk and be 100% sure no one will bother us... not even Freddy... don't be scared."

Ginny fidgeted, and then started twitching like a cat's tail. "But..."

"It's safe," Kris said, and then turned back down to walk back to the building. "Just come on; before somebody sees us."

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"You're sick," Ginny said.

Kris shook his head, slightly, as they stepped through the door... the building he had taken her too had been yet another place where Freddy had taken his children to die... the screams of the poor young souls seemed to still echo throughout its being.

He wandered in, several feet, until he found a clean place to sit down on the cold, cement floor. This place had obviously been through a fire... at least once before. It was damaged and old and seemed rather dangerous.

The door slammed shut behind them; causing Ginny to nearly jump out of her skin... mere seconds after the event a pure beam of light tore through the musty, dusty air... she turned back to Kris. He had flicked on a flash light.

His warm brown eyes watched with an impatience... she sighed stiffly, then trooped over to where he was and sat a crossed from him, about two feet away.

Kris set the flash light down, allowing it's pure and bright light to shine straight up at the ceiling... giving an eerie moon-colored lighting to both their faces. Her eyes seemed to flicker like fire under its influence.

Kris fidgeted. "So... you wanted to talk."

Ginny nodded. "You said you had a dream about Krueger, right?"

"Yeah," Kris's eyes trained away.

"Did he try to hurt you?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

Ginny flinched. "You don't have to go mental on me..."

There was silence for a long moment... silence laced with an eerie hum that seemed as if the very building was moaning in eternal agony.

"I'm sorry," Kris finally said. "... We have to do something... we have to stop him!"

"Oh yeah?" Ginny's voice sounded irritably challenging. "And what do you suggest we do? Stop him? Make him disappear? Say it's just a dream over and over again until he goes away? He won't, Kris!"

"I don't know..." Kris countered, dodging her cruelty. "But it has been done before. We have to kill him or–"

"No." Ginny interrupted coldly, suddenly.

"What?"

"I said, no..." she stopped, realizing what she had just said, thought frantically on what to say now to redeem her sanity. "I mean; it's impossible to kill him... we'd just die trying. He'd kill us in a heart beat."

"... Why do you keep defending him?"

"What?!" Now it was Ginny's turn to be shocked.

"You," Kris turning his gaze back to her. "You're always defending him..."

"I am n–"

"Oh really?" Kris interrupted. "When I asked you if he hurt you, remember? And just now, when I suggested we destroy him... what is up with you? Are you suicidal or something? And do you want me dead, too? And TJ and Sapphire? Huh? Huh?"

"Stop it!" Ginny cried, covering her face with her hands as if she could hide behind them. "I'm not defending him... I'm not! I don't know what I'm doing!"

Kris stopped; realizing he had gone too far, and set a comforting hand on her shoulder... she shrugged him off immediately.

"Ginny, I'm sorry–"

"Shut up," she snapped.

"Listen; I didn't mean to go that far... I just wanted to make you understand... he has power, Ginny... he could destroy us in an instant if he wanted to."

"... Now I wouldn't say that." She spoke, softly, after a long moment, lifting her face from her pale hands. Her eyes seemed to flicker like the souls of a candle's flame – eternally in torment and loving it so much. "I have power, too... Krueger told me so."

Kris gave her a skeptical look. "And I recall you telling me last night that this was a serious matter not to be joked around with..."

"It is!" Ginny protested. "And it's true! Krueger told me I'm "the One"... I don't know what it means, but he seemed pretty fucked up when he knew for sure... you should have seen the way he looked at me!"

"Ginny, come on–"

"I'm telling the truth! He stuck his claw in my head to see inside my mind or something... I felt him do it."

"If he stuck his claw in your head you'd be dead."

Ginny glared. "Well I'm not."

"Whatever, Ginny..." Kris said as he rolled his eyes.

"My name's not Ginny!" she barked, suddenly. "... it's Gabe."

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Ginny crashed in a heap onto her bed.

Her entire body ached and she felt like crying until she passed out... she could feel tears burning behind her eyes but she didn't want to let them go... as if she was incomplete without them.

She hated to fight... especially with her friends... not to mention the look Kris gave her when she told him her name was Gabe... she couldn't explain to him that that was the name Freddy gave to her.

She hated to fight... with her friends... especially about Krueger... so why had she? Had it been because Kris hadn't believed her? Because she secretly did want to defend the Nightmare King? Just for the sake of arguing?

No... It hadn't been any of those at all...

It was because she enjoyed it.

It was true; deep inside of her... she loved the power... she loved the way being feared felt... she loved to be able to intimidate... she loved to be wicked; Not weak, cute little Ginny Jenks... no... She wanted to be strong, powerful, maybe even evil, Gabe... Krueger.

Gabe Krueger... she liked the way that sounded.

And then... the tears did flow.

What's wrong with me?

What was wrong with her? Had Freddy done something to her? Inflicted something evil and homicidal into her... or had he awakened something that had always been there? Something dark... and sinister... something just like him... deep inside her?

The him inside her.

She had never felt so alone before... like there was no one there... liked the entire world had melted away and left only her... she was connected with the Nightmare King, the Stalker of Dreams, the Bastard Son of a Hundred Maniacs, they were connect... Freddy Krueger and Ginny Jenks... he was inside of her, eating away at her, taking over her mind...

She closed her eyes... and forced her breathing to slow... it was time to sleep... time to set things straight... to free herself? Did she really want to?

It was time to know the truth...

She needed to know.