Chapter 2

The wind blew. The fire-red leaves on the trees rustled. Number 1428 Elm Street stood altitudinous on the familiar street. Freddy Krueger sat slumped in a wretched old arm chair with springs sticking out of it and holes where red-eyed rats had gnawed at. His hat covered his eyes, and a pool of drool was formed on his red and green sweater. His bladed glove and hand were folded neatly on his stomach. He appeared to be deep in a nonbelligerent slumber that, if disturbed, would cause him great antagonism.

Unexpectedly, deep red and orange flames roared up all around Freddy's lounging room. They licked at the peeling, crumbling walls. Freddy groggled in his sleep, unaware that the three dream demons had emerged from the scintillate flames of fire. They all wore concerned faces.

"Krueger."

Freddy, alarmed, straightened himself up and adjusted his fedora methodically on top of his cicatrice bald head. He groused agitatedly. "What now?" he murmured.

"Krueger." The first dream thrust himself just inches from Freddy's consternationed face. "I see you've met Frieda Krueger."

"Yes," grumbled Freddy.

Another dream demon beamed, a twinkle of adoration in his firey eyes. "Isn't she a doll? Oh, she's simply lovely!"

Freddy rolled his eyes. He was not at all thrilled by the fact of meeting Frieda Krueger. "Ya. Who the hell is that chick? She stole my soul that was supposed to be mine."

"Yes. That's what we came to speak to you about." The first demon pondered for a moment. "You see, Frieda is only a simple creation of ours."

"You mean she's a robot?" demanded Freddy.

"No, not exactly"

"Oh OK, so she's a manican?"

"No, she's not a manican, she-"

"A.. doll?"

"No-"

"Is she a-"

The dream demon exploded into firey colors of fury. "No! She's not a manican, a robot or a doll. She's like you, only slightly different. She's our creation of you. Our female creation of you."

Freddy cocked his head in thought, the perplexed expression planted on his face asked many questions.

The demon scoffed in annoyance and he continued to attempt to get his message through to Freddy. "You see, we wanted you to have a ... how to put this-sort of a challenge, I suppose you could say. The reason we did this was to make you more determined, kill more children. As lately you've been slacking off quite a bit."

"What?"

"Well you have," the demon insisted defensively. "Remember Jason Vorheese? You let him kill all your children."

"I didn't let him" Freddy asseverated. "You fuckers know he just stole all my souls from right under my nose without giving me a chance to snatch them for myself."

The demon bristled with impatience. "Even so. Remember this Freddy, you must kill. Killing is your key to survival. If you do not kill, you will be sent to the real world to suffer, to die."

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know already! Fuck, you tell me all the time. Just get rid of that bitch OK? The last thing I need is some competition. Not that it will... you know what I'm saying!"

The third demon shook his head fiercely. "Oh, no. We're not getting rid of Frieda. Frieda is a perfect way to get you off your ass-excuse me, bottom. You're slacking off, Freddy! By having Frieda Krueger, a female replica of yourself, she will also be feeding on souls and living and killing kids in the dream world. You're just going to have to work extra hard Freddy, if you want to stay in the dream world."

Freddy couldn't suppress a menacing grumble from deep in his throat. "Whatever. All I can say is that I fucking loathe the bitch and I think she's a bad idea. Why a female anyways? A blasted, damn female!"

"Hey," the third demon looked at Freddy and the other dream demons in defense. "I think she's kind of cute.."

The other two demons and Freddy looked at the defensive demon in abhorrence. "You're sick," one of them said in revoltion.

"Anyways," the first demon drawled, his voice edging with repugnance. "Freddy, Frieda isn't our problem anymore. We're putting her in your hands. Whatever happens, it's your business. We can not help you. Remember when you died, we told you that the only way for you too still remain killing and live in the dream world, was to collect souls. You either challenge her by collecting all your rightful souls, or let her feed on them all and you suffer in the real world. It is your choice to decide on."

Freddy chortled. "Let that sniveling female feed on all my children? Fuck no! That isn't possible."

The flames surrounding Freddy's layer began vanishing and flickering, along with the three dream demons. "Don't let it happen..." one of the demons' voices spoke, slowly fading. Soon enough, everything was gone and his layer returned to its original vacant self. Freddy was grumbling in annoyance. Why had the dream demons pointlessly created that deplorable female? What was her purpose? Did those agitating demons honestly think Freddy slacked off and hadn't been collecting many souls from the depths of his disquisitive children? They were terribly wrong. Freddy loved souls, he loved to just gobble them up, he loved the feel of his frigid blades against tepid flesh, he loved the sight of good, decent blood going to waste, and he loved the mere feel of the children's souls plunging into Freddy's dastard body. It was such a relief...

Freddy was going to surely prove those disgraceful demons wrong. And he was definitely going to tear that bitch apart limb from limb. He was going to tear through her cadaverous flesh and watch her suffer... She wasn't going to take his souls. Freddy fucking Krueger was going to make sure of that.