Coden shook his head as he started to come to. "What the…" He opened his eyes and there was a red glow to the room. He looked up and could only see a thick cloud of black smoke. "NO!" He quickly stood up. "I have to wake up… I have got to wake up…" he whispered to himself. He looked around for something to help. He ran to down the steps, to the main floor. He walked the narrow spaces between the boilers. There was a bright at the end of one narrow path, Coden squinted at it. "No way… I'm not that stupid…" He turns around and a fire combusted spontaneously in front of him, "Ok… I guess I'll have to be that stupid." He walked cautiously to the light. He came to a thick glass wall, on the other side he saw Fairmur sleeping in her bed. "What the-." The man was appeared over her and looked over at Coden. He waved his glove at him and mouthed a hello. Coden was screaming at him and banging on the glass. He was screaming at Fairmur to wake up. "Doctor! Wake up! It's Him, Wake the fuck up!"

The man made one little cut after another on her stomach and breasts, and she still slept sound. Coden kicked, banged and screamed but nothing worked. He watched as the guy cut her up.For his final blow he brought his claws into the air and brought them down into her stomach and twisted them 180 degrees. Her eyes opened wide and blood spilled out her mouth she choked on it. Coden felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He squats down on the floor and buries his face in his knees.

"Coden.", the man's voice whispered quickly. Then he heard his name again, it seemed to change a little but not a very sufficient amount. This time it was long and dragged out. "Coden…". The third voice that came to him was a little harsher, and raspy. Perhaps it came from somebody who smoked to many cigarettes and cigars or maybe it was from somebody who drank too much whiskey, or maybe both. What ever the case is was another dragged out version of his name "Coden". Coden glanced at the glass wall, everything was fine, Fairmur was gone but so was the blood and the bed was made. He left the glass wall behind and went right, he stayed against the cool metal wall. Well, at least it was cooler then the boiler less then two feet away. He made a left, and the atmosphere had changed suddenly.

It was a small cramped place. The dinning room and kitchen were all in the same room, There were old pizza boxes on the floor and piled up on the counters. Along with the pizza there were towers of dishes piled up in the deep, stainless steel sink. The carpet was moldy and green, but you can see patches of the original color if you look hard enough. A greasy looking man stepped out from around a corner. He was holding a leather strap.

"Son" Coden stood in disbelief. Then he scoffed it.

He looked away from him and said, "you're not my father."

"You sure about that boy?" He lifted his leather strap over his right shoulder and hit Coden in the face as he came down diagonally. "Don't be telling' me I'm not your father boy." The man had a thick southern accent.

Coden let it all go. "You're not my fucking father!"

The poser laughed. Coden covered his ears and closed his eyes.

Her repeated over and over again "You're not my father! You're not my father! You're not my father!" Then the laughter sounded familiar. He opened his eyes. The man was standing in front of him. A little girl was in front of him. His hand was on her shoulder. She brown hair in tight banana curls. She was very short and wore a puffy light blue dress. She would have been cute if she had eyes, but they were scratched out.

The little girl spoke "His name his Freddy Krueger, and he loves children. He-" Coden cut her off

"Shut up, let her go you bastard!" He closed his eyes and put all the strength he had into his punch. When he opened up his eyes he was in a hospital bed, there was an un conscious male nurse on the ground, one against the wall, and his knuckles were beat red. Coden gasped and jumped back in his bed. "Freddy, Krueger…" Coden's eyes widened. He threw the sheets off of himself and headed for the bed room. The nurse went after him but wasn't nearly fast enough. He gazed into the room. It was empty.

"Whu-" he panted. Coden ran down the hall to the front yard of the hospital. There stood Krista, Harold, and Seth. "Guys… Where's Jason?"

Krista turned around, Her eyes swelled up with tears. And pointed to a group of five police cars out side Western Hills gates. "Jason was arrested this morning."

"What why?

"He murdered Fairmur last night." Harold interrupted.

"What, no- no he didn't. Freddy did it."

"Who?" Krista cocked her head at him "What are you talking about?"

"Krista the man in my dreams, His name is Freddy Krueger. He must be some sort child murderer. But I saw him gut Fairmur last night, in my dream. He killed her and I saw it. Why did they arrest Jason?"

"Oh common," said Krista sensibly, "Don't you remember? 'You're of no help, I could kill you, and it would make more progress then we are making with you here.' Isn't it obvious after he said that he'd be a number on suspect. They probably would have arrested you too if you weren't under the care of the nurses all night."

Coden shook his head. "We have to prove Jason didn't do it." Coden let himself think for a minute. "Wait, isn't he clinically insane? "

Krista shook her head. "Not really, they just wanted him off the streets."

Coden stared Blankley, "But… he set an orphanage on fire, why didn't he go to jail then?"

"His dad paid off the system" They all turned to Seth. "It pays when daddy knows people"

"So where's his dad now?"

"Bankrupt. He invested in an unsafe deal, It took him for everything he had, pretty much." The other three looked at him

"Seth." Krista said, "do you talk to Jason?" He shook his head

"No,"

"Well how do you know all this crap then?" interrupted Harold. Seth shrugged.

"I'm a good listener. I'm not to busy blabbing about my own shit to listen to others. I heard him over the phone talking to his dad."

"Oh."

The four of them walked back the television room. Krista went over to the window. She wrapped her hands around the bars. Coden came up from behind her,

"Hey what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing,"

"Well is it the depression? Are you Scared? Are you upset about Fairmur?" She turned and leaned her head against the bars.

"The second one…" She looked at the ground.

"What are you scared of?" He advanced toward her and went to put a hand on her shoulder She shrugged it off and looked up at him.

"This Freddy guy. How does he kill people in their dreams?"

"I don't know, I really don't know… but he can and we have to be ready for him. We have to strengthen our selves. Physically and mentally."

"Mentally? Why mentally?" Krista cocked her head to one side,

"Last night he took the form of my worst fear. My father." Coden's voice sounded weak when he said that.

Krista seemed to sympathize with him. "Oh, wow. He can do that?" Coden sensed the worry in Krista's eyes.

"Krista, give you self the mentality t o say fuck you. Allow your self to let things go. If you can do that you can keep everyone of us safe." They all turned around and looked at Seth. "What?"

"Where do you come up with this bull shit?" Harold blurted. He punched Seth in the arm.

"Ow! Dude you need to watch your strength there."

"Fuck you" Harold laughed as if he had made a joke. Coden and Krista stared at him coldly. "Coden you need to calm down. Jason did kill Fairmur, we all know it. This dream was a freak chance." He walked out of the room.

"Harold don't-" Krista started but was cut off by Coden's hand.

"Let him go. He's on his own. When he's visited by the dream demon, he'll come back."