Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue.

Author's Notes: Hey all, another double update! I'm so close to being finished - I think you all will really enjoy everything that's coming up after these two chapters - a lot of action, twists, turns and dare I say? Romance? Well…my version of romantic, which is pretty twisted - don't worry, I promise no fluffiness!

Pmad - Will Angela died? You'll have to wait and see, though I'll give you a hint, as I said a few chapters ago, I am a Christie Clark fan…

CarryTheZero - Good to see you again, Zero!

Ayezur Draca - Making your day made my day, I am glad to help! :-)

The Lurker - Wow…you know when you get someone named the Lurker to comment your doing good - LOL. Seriously though, I'm happy to hear you couldn't contain your need to comment, L, it must mean I'm in the right track. I too enjoyed NOES 2, even though I think of it as the 'love' Nightmare…I mean Freddy making goo goo eyes at Lisa? Sure it was actually Jesse mixed in there but still…

::Extra Note:: Just so you all know, I pimp/recommend only the stories I read and actually like, so don't think I'm just kissing ass - perfect example, you all should heck out LoKi Shiver's 'Seven Days' a 'Nightmare Before X-Mas' fic with Lock/Shock shippiness. Nephthys Jeckel's Thirteen Ghost slash fic 'Signs of Hell's Winter' - and - bizarrely enough, the enjoyable 'Lunch Date' by Master Fedora who did, I kid you not, a Tiny Toon Adventures slash story!

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WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

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Chapter 26

Everyone in the hotel room stared at Angela, fixated as she reached the end of her story, "When the chance came to return to Springwood I leapt at it. I had to make sure it stopped and - and I wanted to finish investigating it. I want to know the whole truth behind Freddy, to know all about the bastard who killed my brother and caused me so much pain."

Her eyes landed on them, "So…that led me here, to you and I can tell by the looks on your faces that I'm not the only one he's tormented over the years. I've kept his glove with me longer than I'd care to admit but somehow I just…feel it's important."

Maggie looked at the glove herself, swallowing. When Angela had spoken of being tempted to try on the glove she knew exactly how she felt for long ago she too had felt the pull – she had even indulged.

She could remember driving the claws into her father's gut and for some unknown reason it seemed to be calling again. She looked away, uncomfortable.

Alice too seemed hypnotized by the glove before her. Here was the tool that had taken so much from her. That had ended Dan's life. Could it be used against the Dream Demon? But to put it on…to even be tempted…

Jacob reached out to touch it and she slapped his hand, "Don't!"

"What? Can I help it if I'm a little curious."

"I think we all are," Doc replied, "It's tangible temptation, everyone has a dark side that calls to us. Most can avoid it but some…some fall into the abyss. Remember, that thing is pure evil. It is tainted and we should not mess with something of so much significance. My god, Angela, how could you even bear…"

"I don't know," she whispered, "Like I said, it just seems important."

"What's important now is finding out the total damage caused by Freddy's resurgence," Maggie replied, her voice unsteady, "Angela, I asked you to-"

"Yes, get the numbers and I did," she replied, scratching behind her ear as she moved from foot to foot, obviously not wanting to continue, "It was bad, real bad. Um…about fourteen kids died tonight and five more are in critical condition."

"Jesus," Alice murmured, "All from the club?"

She bit her bottom lip, "No…apparently there were some attacks on campus. I went there after the club, the authorities had to fill in the Dean about who was attacked, names and-"

"You have names?" Will breathed, "W- who?"

Angela looked at him and Samara, knowing this would hurt them, friends could be mentioned, "Will…"

"WHO!" he snapped loudly.

Samara was taken aback by his loud tone as he jumped up from the seat next to her. She was intrigued to hear who all had died too but she wasn't as excited as he was. Then it occurred to her that Will was not like her. He wanted to know because he was worried about these people. She wanted to hear so she could be entertained.

Angela started off softly, "There was Paul Disher, then there was a girl named Julie James, Dwight Riley, Sara Moyer, Paige Bettens- "

"Paige?" Will gasped.

Angela knew she'd hit a soft spot, "Yes, her and her roommate were both found-"

"LORI?!" He cried and leapt from his seat, taking a hold of her arms, shaking her, "Tell me Lori isn't-"

"Will…I'm…I'm so sorry…she…" Angela couldn't even finish before a sob of anguish escaped the young man.

"No, no…I won't believe….I WON'T!" He charged out of the hotel room, ignoring the cries of protest as he slammed the door shut behind him.

The others fell into silence and Angela looked at them regretfully, "I didn't mean…"

"Shh, it's okay, we understand," Alice whispered, "It's just Lori was…she and Will dated. She was one of us…a survivor. She defeated Freddy too but…but I guess not this time."

"I was looking forward to meeting her too," Jacob said solemnly, "Wanted to ask her what it was like to decapitated that son of bitch."

"She obviously didn't do a very good job," Samara muttered aloud. Considering she never spoke much, all eyes turned her way. She immediately realized that while the comment was wry humor to her the sarcasm did not go over well with the others.

She honestly couldn't give a fuck less but she knew she had to blend in so she shrugged her shoulders apologetically, remarking, "If she had he wouldn't be bothering us now…stalking me."

Angela gave her a tight smile, walking over to sit next to her and rub her shoulders, "It's okay, Sam. I understand…in times like this it's easy to get angry…cynical."

Samara hid behind her hair so she could make a face. What kind of talk was that? She didn't need someone trying to take the heat for her. She could handle herself. Not to mention she didn't care what these people thought of her.

But then there was Will…

Against her own volition her eyes drifted to the door he had left through, "Where do you think he went off too?"

"To grieve alone. He'll be fine," Maggie assured, giving Samara a sticky sweet smile, making her all ready regret asking the question aloud. Why should she care where the dopey boy went? He was of no concern. He was going to die. Just like all the stupid people here.

Maggie continued, "You know…we should all do that. Have a moment of silence. Remember those who died because of him."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Doc agreed.

"Yes, we owe it to those who…who didn't make it." Alice whispered.

Everyone bowed their heads, silent. Save for Samara, who now actually raised her head. These people were mourning those who had died? People they hadn't even met? The blood in her body boiled. Had anyone been grief stricken over her death? Had anyone cried over her? Been heart broken?

No! Her mother may have shed a tear but considering the bitch was the one who did her in who gave a fuck how she felt! Samara suddenly wanted these people dead more than ever before when the quiet air was broken by the sound of digital squeaking.

Everyone opened their eyes, looking around when Maggie gave a chagrined look, "Oh. I forgot to turn off my cell phone."

She dug inside her purse and pulled out a frantically singing little phone. She flipped it open, clearing her throat, "Hello?"

She gasped, "Michael?!"