A/N: I do not own Jason or Freddy (though I wish I didÑbut theyÕd hate me for it)É

On with the story!

~~~Evil Dreams~~~

I do not know if I am dreaming or awake. It is very odd. IÕve never really dreamed beforeÑexcept before I was ÒbornÓ. And then, I also didnÕt know if I was dreaming until I Òwoke upÓ. Then I realized that I was dreamingÑand dreaming some weird dreams at that! I dreamed of a forestÑby a lake. And I dreamed of killing and drowning. Where did that come from? Because when I was ÒreleasedÓ, I was nowhere near a forest or a lake. I was in a tube full of liquid, which was in a lab. This lab was in a city, a city I came to know as my homeÉ But back to the presentÉ

I am in a totally unfamiliar place. There is an old house in front of me. I smell carrion. ThatÕs odd. Why would there be dead meat here? I ask myself. I look at myself. I no longer look alien. I look like my kitt! But still dead and rotting. I smell myself, but that is not where the smell is coming from. I look at myself again, and I look like I have always lookedÉ What is going on?

ÒHello? Anyone know where I am?Ó

Some children playing jump rope appear on the sidewalk, while others play on the lawn.

ÒOne, two,

ÒFreddyÕs coming for youÉÓ

ÒWhoÕs Freddy?Ó

ÒThree, four,

ÒBetter lock your door.Ó

ÒWhy?Ó

ÒFive, six,

ÒGrab your crucifix.Ó

ÒWhatÕs that?Ó

ÒSeven, eight

ÒBetter stay up late.

ÒNine, ten,

ÒNever sleep again!Ó Childish laughter follows the song. The wind picks up, scattering leaves across the lawn. It also brings a change in mood and settingÉ Where once was a cheery house is now a dilapidated old hulk, windows boarded up.

A little girl on a trike rides up to me and says, ÒFreddyÕs home.Ó She then rides off into the house whose door has mysteriously opened. I follow, curious.

I step through the door and find myself once again in an unfamiliar place. A place of steam, heat, and hissing machinery.

*Hello?*

A screech sounds behind me.

*WhoÕs there? Show yourself!*

A gravelly voice with evil-sounding laughter fills the place. ItÕs all too familiar. An ancient memory, from my ÒhumanÓ side of the family. Anger, slowly burning bright and hot fills my being, even though I know not whose voice it is. Is it the guy those kids were singing about?

I sense someone behind me. With a growl of warning, I turn around quickly and extend my claws fully in anticipation of an intruder. And there is one. He reeks of burned flesh (long dead) and is wearing a dirty brown hat, a dirty red and green sweater, and black pants. And a glove. A glove with knives (artificial clawsÑhow dumb is that?) on the fingers. I notice this right awayÑhow could anyone not? Then I notice his faceÑhorribly burned. I wonder if heÕs afraid of fire? (Ooh, such lovely eyes!)

*Are you Freddy?*

ÒAre you part alien?Ó The man says sarcastically, followed by the same evil laughter as before.

*Actually I am part zombieÉ*

This sends him over the top. I donÕt know why, but it does. I find myself copying my Love. I feel his anger rise sharply.

ÒIÕll kill you bitch!Ó He snarls. ÒAnd IÕll enjoy every minuteÑJason.Ó

*Why are you talking about my Love? What did he ever do to you?*

ÒHe only humiliated me! In the real world! He also stole my victims!Ó HeÕs clearly very angry. I wonder whyÑbut then again, I guess IÕve already been toldÉ

*Calm down, man. No need to fucking freak. I may have some of his DNA, but it barely even factors. And heÕs not me. I am alien to this earth. Hell, I donÕt even dream! So why am I now?*

ÒWho fucking cares,Ó he replies. ÒAll that matters is that you are nowÑand I am controlling it! And if you die here, you die for real!Ó

*But I am already dead. Plus, you wouldnÕt know howÉ*

ÒNot another zombie! CanÕt you guys stay dead?!Ó

*Nope.*

He lunges at me. I dodge him quite easily. I laugh in my unique way as I slam my claws (which are fully extended) into his chest. His momentum forces them even deeper and out his back. I feel his fury rise greatly.

ÒBitch!Ó He exclaims. What does that mean? I wonder. I pull my claws out and prepare to crush his skull, when he slashes my neck. And I can no longer fight.

I feel my body waking, coming up and out of the darknessÉ