Chapter Sixteen

Expecting the unexpected

It was a great relief to be free of Lola's wretched female body and have the old fedora back on. He had never felt more powerful in his entire life and couldn't wait to set out into the dream world to kill more children. Maybe because he was so eternally grateful for his body back.

It was almost awkward knowing Lola had occupied his body for awhile and he had occupied hers. Knowing he had seen her naked and vice versa. At least he wouldn't be invited to anymore sleepovers- unless that was to kill. There were some things he would miss about the real world; such as watching slasher horror movies all night long and criticizing the obvious mistakes the killers had made.

But first things first. The one person to slay after driving him to the brink of insanity whilst he had been Lola. An asshole who didn't deserve to breath.

He awaited the few hours until Kurt was fast asleep before he began his descent to Kurt's mind.

Kurt drooled as he slept and his hair was tousled as he snored. Freddy awaited for the boy to be into a sleep so deep he would dream.

Kurt's eyes flickered open. He peered around his room. He was asleep but yet this seemed so vivid. He could practically smell his sweaty gym socks and leftover Doritos. He could feel the chill creeping in from the open window and the blowing breeze. Then he heard a giggle. A girlish giggle coming from the shadowy corner of his messy bedroom.

"Who's that?" Kurt called out and the figure stepped into view. It was willowy blond woman who wore a small miniskirt and low-cut top, which plunged low into her cleavage.

"Did I frighten you?" She whispered. He swallowed and shook his head.

"No you didn't."

"Good." She replied.

"Who are you?" He asked curiously and she began to head for the door with her back turned. "Wait." He followed her at a slow pace.

"You'll just have to catch me to find out!" She giggled behind her hand and fled the room. He jogged at a steady pace after her. There she was up ahead. He pushed open his front door and followed the beautiful creation as she disappeared around the bend in the street. As he turned the corner he realized he was no longer on his suburban street. He was in a boiler room and a creepy room it was. Steam, the sounds of furnaces working.

"Where are you?" He shouted and it echoed, bouncing off the metal furnaces and railings. A massive labyrinth of hissing pipes and boilers. He saw a flash of golden hair on the floor level above him and ran, forgetting his dignity and tore up the stairs. There she was. Waiting at the end of the pathway.

"Aw, come on!" He groaned as his tiredness was beginning to show. He wiped sweat from his forehead. The temperature of the boiler room was getting to him. "Aren't you tired missy?"

She giggled seductively in reply. He liked women who played hard to get, unlike Lola who was just... Always there. Not that he didn't sometimes get the longing cravings for that way she tickled him under his-

"No." She answered. "Are you tired?"

He didn't want to seem weaker then she.

"Of course not- I just want to get to know this fine looking woman." He grinned and licked his moist lips.

"I told you the rules now play fair." And then she was gone. But he was going to catch that blond fiend this time.

He turned and took the opposite direction so when she ran turned the corner, he would meet up with her and this time without a doubt she wouldn't escape.

Just as Kurt predicted he propelled himself towards the vixen. He grabbed hold of her golden tanned arm and examined her cleavage.

"I caught you this time and fair is fair!" He protested. "Who are you and...Are you single?" Freddy's predictions had been correct. He was always right. Kurt never changed, he was a brainless dumb ass who couldn't get his priorities straight.

"Yeah I'm single." She replied. "And my name is FREDDY!" An arm reached out and snagged Kurt by the skin of his neck with the four finger-knives on his hand. From a blond woman, to a badly burned killer wearing a fedora. The blades slid inside the thin flesh of Kurt's throat and Kurt spitting up thick blood collapsed.

"ARGH! Fuck. Oh g-god! Oh god help me, I'm bleeding." Kurt grabbed at the red liquid dripping from the wound. "This is just a d-dream! Shit, shit it won't stop bleeding." He wailed, examining his bloodstained fingertips. "It feels so Real!" He sputtered and Freddy howled with laughter at the expression of dismay on Kurt's face.

"Aww,whatsa matter Kurt? Want a kiss from your babe? Well I'm not blond, but I am kissable!" He puckered his lips mockingly and took off the fedora chuckling and plopped it back on his head. Kurt screamed through the blood spurting from his mouth.

"Please man. Dude you gotta help me!" Kurt wept. The realization hit Kurt. "I'm gonna die in here."

"Think twice before you fuck with me." Freddy growled kicking Kurt aside with his boots.

"You? W-who the-"

"Don't mess with the Nightmare Master." He snapped. Well he wasn't going to explain to this guy, he was going to die anyway. Freddy pointed a blade towards Kurt. In response, Kurt shot back and plummeted into a furnace, knocking the wind out of him.

He then proceeded to tear his blades across Kurt's handsome features. Kurt hadn't just passed out, he had lost at least three pints of blood. He was as good as dead.

"Got what you deserved little prick." Freddy mumbled, blew off his knives in a satisfied expression.

"Tonights breaking news, another brutal murder has occurred in Springwood." The news broadcast enlightened the screen and the program Lola had been watching vanished. She grumbled and rubbed at her sleepy eyes.

"A teenage boy was found brutally mutilated in his bed. The weapon is suspected to be of about four razor blades. The Freddy Krueger impostor seems to be the number one suspect in his death." The shot change to a recent school photo of the boy. And that boy was more then just familiar, it was the very boy Lola had lost her virginity to within a week of knowing him. Kurt. It was Kurt and it had been no impostor that had killed him. It wasn't the work of an impostor- it was Fred Charles Krueger.

"We recommend you set a curfew for your child." The newscaster's expressionless face disappeared and the program continued.

At first she felt sorrow. No matter how Kurt had treated her at one point she had thought she had loved him dearly and now he was pretty well, dead.

Should she cry? Call up Kurt's parents and apologize with great sympathy at the loss? Kurt had been nothing but a two timing prick and now he had bled to his death.

Then a curl of a smile quivered on her lips and slowly twisted into a wild grin, her eyes glinting eyes.

"Nice one Krueger. Nice..."